Exton

The song ends and Ramji escorts Laila back to the table. He kisses her hand and holds her chair for her to sit. Twillon helps Weebit sit across the table from Laila and the demifae stares at her with interest. The blonde maned head cocks, black almond eyes blink slowly, focused on the newcomer amongst them.

The voice is piping, a sweet musical trill. "What are you?"

Conversation stills at the question. Ramji's hands tighten on the back of Laila's chair. He looks at Twillon and Torrent, seeking some hint of Fae protocol. Keon raises a brow. and answers before Laila can gather her thoughts.

"What she is, My Dear Mori, is a guest."

The demifae frowns, her pretty, exotic face twisting as she thinks. Reaching across the table, Weebit runs a finger along the girl's hand. Laila quickly withdraws her hand, slipping them into her lap beneath the table.

"You are innocent of evil intent, yet surrounded by it. You are pure. You are human. You need strong friends to help you be yourself. You have found them." She smiles, "The lady has brought you home." The demifae taps her nose with a slim finger. "You are a fit companion for the Rider."

She raises her eyes to Ramji's pale face. "What is wrong Rider? Your tattoos are more defined tonight. Are you ill?"

Dmitri bursts out laughing as Ramji slips into his own seat. Keon smiles. Twillon takes Weebit's hand in his and inclines his head to Laila. "Apologies. The Fae tend to speak what they see unless they are keeping secrets. Then we are as closed mouthed as the dead."

Laughter erupts and he looks at the Gargoyles. "Ah. I forgot. But then our sweet Alise is no longer among the Spirit Realm."

Stoney snorts. "She wasn't all that quiet back then either."

Ob grins. "Did you ever get the hammock fixed?"

His head rocks forward as Ike passes. Ob chokes on his drink and Stoney laughs. Alise rolls her eyes, a faint pink blushing her cheeks.

"Mon Deiu. Will I never live that down?" She shakes her head and looks up at her husband. "You are right. He is incorrigible. *Et vous pensez qu'il s'agit d'Ob Tomas? Seigneur nous aide."

Ike grins at Raina. "No... Tomas wants to grow up to be like Nick."

Ramji looks at Nick, then back at Ike. "A vampyre?"

The Gargoyle family laughs. Stoney's face sobers, and he informs Ramji, very seriously,

"No. He wants to be Batman."


*And you think Tomas is like Ob? Lord help us.