I am transfixed when the Lord Herne walks through the door; our humble tavern has truly become a place frequented by the gods as well as their minions and friends. Ob is by my side, feeling more the dragon tonight as he keeps a watchful eye on the vampire's booth across the room... as well as the meeting going on with the riders.
Chloe is snuggled in her cloth,concealed as she nurses, sending me loving feelings and pictures of puppies. It seems I must consider a pet to keep her company.
Miko is talking with the antlered Lord; I am so grateful he is recovering from his injuries... he has been such a faithful guardian... the demifae have been invaluable in this crisis. I just want the redheaded bitch found and destroyed; she has wrought enough havoc on our lives.
Leaning against her husband, he slips an arm protectively about her, caressing her with his mind... comfort and possession making her feel safe and loved.
Her daughter starts cooing; finished suckling she squirms to get out from beneath the cloth and watch the goings on... she is full of curiosity. Pandora sits her on her lap, leaning her where she can watch the room... her eyes immediately go to the rider's table; as if she knows the creatures there are of great importance. The antlers on Herne have her transfixed... and she waves her arm making her rattle sing... as if she connected the two objects as being the same. Pandora muses over the intelligence that has surfaced so early in their children... perhaps survival instincts that have died in the more sedate human race.
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