Exton

A high pitched buzzing heralds Miko's arrival, the nanny close on his trail. He lights on the tabletop staring up at everyone.

"Goddess! What is wrong with all of you! Maestra Grace, she is just starting a new journey! She will not be alone like most spirits. Herne is taking her personally. She will not..  You do know she will be able to come visit? No?"

He takes to the air.

"I am coming with you. There will be others along the way. Maestra Grace has many friends among the Wee People and we all want to wish her safe journey."

Flitting before Tara, Miko tells the little girl.

"You just wait and see... She will be like your mamacita was. Only special people will be able to see her. Like you and all of us here. She is your Abuele." He dips before her eyes. "The world changes, chica. Sometimes faster than we want, si?"

He lands on Ob's shoulder as the nanny comes forward.

"Is it alright if I come along? Grace is not like most of the humans in town. She saw us as what we are, and it never scared her."

Ob and Pandora talk to the other waitresses, letting them know what was going on and that the family would be back as soon as they can. Miko darts out the door as it opens, emitting a call audible only to those not human. Pinpoints of light gather from alleys and half streets, trees and planters.

Mr. Schuhmacher waits on the corner, along with the florist and a few other locals. The lights begin to converge, revealing demifae and assorted other creatures. Among the Human and Other Realm Fea are local shifters and halflings. A small demon hands Pandora a basket when the family gets close.

He grins at her, jagged teeth almost hidden by his thin lips. His voice is soft, high pitched. "I own the bakery two blocks up. These are Grace's favorite cookies. Gingersnaps. Tell her from Ignacio? Grazi."

Ob smiles. The demon's black crop of hair and pale scaling would need little glamour to make him the pleasant little Italian baker the neighborhood knew. It steps back, making way for the florist. Her pale hair is loose, held back by a hairband of leaves, flowers, and vines. There is the distinct smell of wildflowers. She smiles sadly.

"Let me know, whatever you need.. I will supply..."

Tears fill her large eyes and Ike moves forward, sliding an arm around her shoulders. She talks quietly to her for a few minutes and the Leimoniad smiles more, nodding. Moments later the woman is slipping back into her shop, followed by a few demifae and floriads.

Miko flits to Ike's shoulder, watching. She tells the little man, "I told her about Grace's plans for her plot. She has flowers to grow. Something special she says, and little ones need to be schooled in their care."

More of the locals begin to drift away, some chatting, others lost in thought. A small goblin with a clipboard heads up the street gibbering away to himself. Moments later Mortuis' hearse pulls to the curb and Silk slips from the passenger side. She says nothing as Mortuis joins her. Raising her hands, she gestures elegantly and the lights down the street blink out.

There is the sound of pounding hooves on dirt. then on the macadam. Closer and closer the sound thunders until a dark form bursts through to the dim-lit crossroad. The stallion rears, red eyes flashing. As the hooves crash to the ground, Keon leaps from the saddle.

"I am not too late then."