Exton

The shifters have retaken the stage and Montenegro is back among their families, The night progresses and the crowd slowly thins. Torrent rises, bowing to the group at the tables in general. He raises his glass and smiles sadly. "I fear I am going to miss this bonny town. The Peoples are varied and, for the most part, delightful. The women unparalleled beauties." He winks at the assembled females. "The men beyond definition."

Keon murmurs loudly to Ob "In plain words lad, yer a fool."

Ob grins broadly. Alise laughs as Stoney leans closer to his brother "And the family wouldn't have you any other way. Stone headed, soft hearted, and hopelessly..." he pauses and leans out of the way, "vain."

Torrent chuckles, his thin lips curving a little more. "I will miss the camaraderie within these walls. I know of no place in the Fae Realms like this. Not even the free towns of the Unformed Plane." He acknowledges the Wyldfae with his glass. "I have had time to study this Realm, to become enamored of its literature, and art. I am sorry to be going home. My Lady Pandora, save me a space at yer table an' I return in the future? Twill, Honey-Girl, promise to visit when you are my side of the Veils?"

Hugs and backslaps are shared. Keon walks Torrent out, Twillon close on their heels. They make a striking trio. One dark as ebony velvet. One the browns of rich woods and fertile soils. The last as fair as sunlight on ripe fields of wheat. They stand on the back porch, silent, listening to the muted sounds of the town.

The Brownie looks up at the stars. "I will miss this."

Twill clasps hands with him, pulling him into a tight embrace. Keon does the same. The Dark Lord mounts his stallion and canters to the edge of the lot.

"Tell Lady Star... I found something in one of Grace's books. A quote from a man of this realm. It speaks of destinies. I think it is something to remember where the Prophecy is concerned. Anyway..." He closes his eyes, recalling the words.  "Don Rumsfeld once said 'Your future must not unfold, you have the power to shape it.' Tell her... the Prophecy will come as it does, but SHE is the one who has the power to control how it touches her life." He looks at the beckoning darkness.

"See thee on the otherside, My Brothers."

With a flick of tail, the  dark hued stallion is gone, thundering along the Shadow Paths.