Monday, February 28, 2011
The ride back is not easy. Ob barely sat his mount, looking as if he would fall off any minute. A pair of fighters escort them to the Crossing, ready to take the borrowed mounts back with them once Ob and Keon were safely across the Veil.
A cu' sith trots down a converging path. It sniffs once, turns and yips. A thud of hooves announces another rider. Pale hair flowing, Twillon canters his mount out of the trees. The green hound shakes his shaggy head and barks once. In moments it is gone, blending with the dark foliage. Twillon grips Keon's hand in greeting.
"My Brother... What can..."
Keon shakes his head. "There is nothing to do Twillon. Cassie is gone. My Moon was taken, and Morgan has paid." His voice is quiet, very controlled.
"What about," Twillon stops at a look from Keon. "What about Obsidian? He looks ready to pass out."
Keon smiles. "He did his Race proud. His wielding of Allah's Light has saved many who would be meeting the Gods, and gave a chance to many who were almost naught but Spirit." He looks at Gateway. "What say you, Twill? Ready to return to the Human Realm?"
Twillon opens the basket mounted before him. Tork blinks up at the light, opening his wings to shelter Weebit. "Ready to go back to the Tavern, Honey Girl?" Weebit nods. "Aye. I think we are."
The Veil shimmers and they slip through into early evening. The borrowed Fae horses cross back and Ob is helped into the passenger's side of Ike's truck. Twillon stows the basket in the rear seat of the cab, speaking quietly to his mount. It drifts into the shadows and is gone. Twillon slides into the back seat and takes Ob's cell, calling Pandora as the truck rolls along the gravel road.
"Ob and Keon are on their way. They are dropping me off at the Tavern first. I need to get Weebit settled comfortably. No... Ob is asleep. They will see you all soon."
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