Exton

"As can I."

Wish slips from the porch roof and is off after Tannr as Pike comes through the door, Mera clutching his hand. The Wyldfae leaps as she nears the forest, using the closest tree to launch herself down the path and is soon lost from sight, appearing only as she uses another tree to bounce her along Star's trail like a multicolored pinball.

Pike smiles at Erik. "Go. My Lord. I will keep the wee ones safe. After all, You can nae run after her wi' a babe in yer arms. Our Lady will have need of yer love and strength."

Keon sets the broadsword against the porch rail and takes Ruarc from his father's arms. The baby's eyes are bright, taking in everything. "I stay as well, Brother. Just in case."

Erik nods, clasping hands with Pike and Keon. He touches his son's downy head. A grim set to his lips, Erik mutters, "My thanks Pike." His eyes meet Keon's, no words needed. Keon tosses him a sword and Erik turns on his heels, racing after the others.

Pike sighs, looking up at the taller Fae. "An' he does know not ta thank Wish?"

Keon shrugs. "Pike... just how old are ye, Wish and yerself?"

The young seeming Wyldfae picks up Mera and twirls her in the air. "That, My Lord Blackthorn, tis a secret best left alone. Ye may nae like ta answer." He clucks to Mera as she laughs. He rubs the tip of his nose to Mera's as she hugs him. "Precious *gealach beag, yer da is a curious man I say."

He sets the little girl on the grass and drops down beside her. "Here Dark Lord. Give me the bairn to hold, an ye check wi' yer Hounds?"

Keon hands Ruarc to Pike as the dark mist envelopes his form. Red eyes gleaming, Keon's Hell Hound shape steps out to find his daughter waiting to hug him. With a quick swipe of his rough tongue, Keon lopes away, howling to his sentries for report.


*little moon