Exton

Wish drops from the porch roof as Erik and Star step into the night.  She watches for a moment then dances across the open yard. Pike drops from a tree to bar the path. He cocks his head, then turns to stare into the woods. Star tell him they are going for mistletoe and pine cones. His eyes widen and he looks up at Erik.

"Baby is already on the way. Why do ye want fertility magic?

Erik smiles as Star giggles. Mya flits from Star's shoulder. "It is Yule. They will make pretty decorations. Is enough reason."

Pike rolls his eyes and hefts his staff. He waits until the couple passes, Lobo on their heels and Mya back on her accustomed perch. Wish frowns as they step into the wooded confines of the path. She touches her hair and Mouse scampers onto her hand. The rodent jumps to the ground and burrows into a pile of leaves. It comes out and shakes its head, then scampers off. Pike takes to the trees, moving silently among the branches. Wish dance in their wake, bare feet a soft patter on the packed ground. Each time she pauses, Mouse joins her, then disappears into the brush.

Erik and Star stroll hand in hand, vigilant to dangers in their forest. Wish breathes deeply, taking in things that the .. Humans? would never sense. Old magics, the trees exude the magic that seeps from the Veil Between Realms. Home... she swallows, pausing just long enough to lose sight of Erik and Star. Pike drops down, kneeling to spread his hands on the packed soil. Their eyes meet, and Pike shakes his head. Mouse scampers up a tree, finding a niche to hide in. Pike taps his fingers on the ground, waiting.

Wish closes her eyes. The carefree creature is gone when they open, leaving dark pits ans sparkling lights. "*Ydych chi'n ei arogli? Rhywbeth Gartref. Perygl."

Pike nods. Moments later he launches himself into a tree, becoming part of the wooded darkness. Wish drops to her knees, pressing her hand into the soil. The magic that touches her own is malevolent. Something evil walked this way, and it wasn't Drow. Wish watches the flora, waiting. A tiny demifae parts the leaves. It holds a finger to its lips and then points. Wish stares in the direction, picking up a residual trail of Other realm magic. Without another word, she slips into the trees, following the trail.


*Do you smell it? Something from Home. Danger.