#anywhere

"Cobwebs? Oh, I've never seen a cobweb" She says

then she looks at Bellamy, "But eiluned are the best?"

"obviously" he smiles

"Mayhaps, some day, I shall take you to meet my friend Quinlan. He is a good Daireann. He helped save another little girl..."

"good." She makes note of this. When the revolution comes, this Quinlan will be spared

As Zara walks with the pair, she regales Sadie with the delights of the hold, and instructs on the proper formalities for greeting the siblings.

Sadie seems surprised at the formalities, "Those.. those feel right, in here" She taps her chest

"Manners maketh man, Miss Sadie. Never forget the importance of proper etiquette."

"Manners' She says and walks on with them. Bellamy follows. It takes time, but they came to the Widderwind manor, in all it's glorious gloom.

She parks her bike (having walked it) and goes up to rap on the door.

the door opens, and it creaks open and a little boy's eye peeks out "Oh, it's you again. May I help you?"

"I have returned, with guests. We seek entry."

"oh." A pause, "you seek it now?"

A voice finally speaks up from behind "yes, they seek it now, let them in."

"oh, why didn't they say so..." the door opens

"It's...beautiful."

The last from Sadie as she looks at the hold from outside, and now peers in.

A smile. "Go in, Miss Sadie."

And she goes in. The manor does not grow brighter, it's a sluagh hold: Widderwind, the sinister house, the place where whisperers dwell. But it seems as if, yes, not seems, a sense of supreme satisfaction is in every rattle of a window, every creak of a board.

"This sidhe aided us. He is a friend of Sadie - may he enter?"

"That would not be wise I..." godfrey starts to say, but Demona pulls at him and points "Wait, brother. Look. Much is explained."

Belamy turns his face away

She tilts her head, looking between Bellamy and the siblings.

His eyes sparkle, hers are small and slightly sunken, his hair is flowing and glorious, Sadie's splits and has a greasy look at the same time. But, take away the fae seemings, and he looks like, a brother, a much older brother!

"....siblings?"

Pale fingertips reach out, touching the sidhe's cheek. "Mortal siblings?"

"Well, yes." he sighs, "now that that's out. I was in this form long before she was born. I stayed loosely in contacct with my mortal family, but didn't know ..that, well, then I cast da'an spells, fate bending, to lead me to a prize of memory forgotten. And...well, the Dreaming laughs, doesn't it?" A sigh on the young man's face, "when I realized who she was, I found myself..distracted from my original mission for the house. "

Demona's eyes light up "caught in your own web, arrogant in exercise, and yet driven by loyalties you did not realize you still possessed. How diabolical. And perhaps, our own attempts at fortune for the girls' return pulled you too."

Godfrey sighs and gives his sister a disapproving look

"The Dreaming is kind. And you are blessed, Sir Bellamy."

"Be mindful of the prize you found."

"You are my older brother?" Sadie's eyes light a bit looking him, "In this life. Wonderful."

"Because you have family who is also fae?" He asks

"Well, that and, think of all the birthdays you owe me for" She gives a toothless smile

"Aye. I have mischpocha. And they bring my heart joy. Perhaps... perhaps the night here, and we figure out what is next? For you, at least. Sir Godfrey, lady Demona, I have a most urgent mission involving benches..."

The twins turn to her, "For what you have done, we would heed you in anything. Name it."

"There is a hidden doorway, open on the new moon. Amand knows of it - a black bench in the park. If all the benches turn black...."