#anywhere

He breathes, "They'll take me where I need to be." Muffled within the bag, he reassures the little spider. Or maybe himself.

So he hopes....

(MEANWHILE)

the Pigeon flies out, looking for another sap. The sluagh seemed to be a loner, but you never know.

Then something black and swift launches at her, pinning her in the shadows with a evil sounding and angry feline sound CHICKEN!

"hi" A little boy's voice says "we have questions..." And the child leans over the pigeon that the cat pinned "For every lie you tell... I'm gonna pull a feather. So..let's talk"

Lovercraft's tail thrashes....

and the Pooka knows fear

(Back to Symon, our hero)

He's certainly making good time. They never leave him, they don't evenp ut him in the trunk of a car.. he might squirm from that. Instead he's in a back seat, and feels the presence of the redcap nearby . They're driving

He squirms a bit - not squirm, but fidgets, delicate fingertips checking the inside of the sack for any loose thread, and tiny hole. He doesn't need to squeeze out. But perhaps Quarte could see where they were going.

Quatre does.. Unweaving? Manhy a spider learns how to undo threads when done with a web. This should work much the.. ah.. here we go, where his finger...

soon, a tiny hole is formed

So Symon can see the journey a lot more easily. Marking what brief glimpses he gets at street.. they are leaving town. He's heading to the mountains.. or at least hills

He gives the occasional hiss and wriggle to ensure that they know he's protesting the treatment, but with care not to crush the spider.

Yes. she might be fussy about that.

He gets another punch. More bruises.The bag actuallymuted the blow but not by much

"Do stop thrashing. I don't want to feed you to Francis" The balor says

Francis? he's getting his ass kicked by a francis?

More time...and then.. the sense of glamour. They're in a hold! THE Hold.

It's a castle on or in a cliffside...

and he hears a voice , one he heard in a cantrip "Oh I assure you, the chain works. In fact, I've arranged a ..demonstration. I'd like to say I planned it."

He sees the balor through that hole in the bag. Arrogant pretty boy. There's a sidhe woman with him, varich colors, but he can't get a look at her face.

And he sees the chain in the woman's hands.

He blinks, and squints. A finger tugging at the hole, trying to get a better view of who it is.

Maybe he will recognize from her stance or posture... Siv, in disguise?

Then the bag is yanked off.. "Fasten it on him quickly, Baroness "

"of course.." And Nadeens' eyes widen, only for a moment, as she and Symon lock eyes

He stares up at her in shock. Then tears his gaze away. "Vile Varich - thou cans't hold me - even if Baroness thou art!" He hisses, his tone dripping venom. "Dictum doesn't last forever, and then you'll see!" Muttering to himself, hissing and spitting unintelligibly, his overlong tongue oozing down his chin in a disgusting fashion. "Lock me up, give me no quarter. It shall be as Darmok and Jalad at Tengra!"

"It blathers" She says coldly "Ah well, their inablity to blather loudly maybe their only feature I approve of" And she sends the chain forward. It.. latches onto Symon,a nd binds and hooks. It bites just a little, enough to annoy

Hoping that these folks are not nerds and won't get the reference. He despairs that Nadeen would. She's not a nerd. A hint to Quartre, but will she get the message to anyone who understands?

And.. he's trapped. Really really trapped.

Bound by wrists and neck

He swallows, and gives it a tug.

It holds him. It moves with him. He feels chokedd off

Telephone ensues - Symon is trapped!

It burns us precious! No, it doesn't burn, but it... It's wrong. It's like making a troll weak.

He pulls harder, and then really tries in earnest. He wills his bones to jelly, his flesh to mold and flow.

"Oh yes, now it understands. How wonderful. Do try to squirm, vermin? I wish to test this" Nadeen says

And...Symon does

He already was, or he might have NOT just to be obstinate.

only to have it match him.. metal melding...adhereing. It chafes like iron, but sticks like glue

"You see, my dear, marry me, and I can arrange for.." Suddenly Harkson turns "NO"

Gold wings glint against the sun, circling overhead.

Nadeen looksup Christ, is there anyone NOT here?

It chafes like iron, but he holds onto it as well. Under the guise of struggling, wrapping it around his arms, twining his fingers through the links.

And the hold shifts...giving , not a groan, but an awakaening

"I am Baron Harkson, this is MY holdd, MY land. How dare you!" Yet.. right of Demense is superceded. Rulership is now in queastion

Symon hunkers. He is trapped. He is forgotten. He is.... looking to see if everyone is distracted.... if there is any avenue of escape.

"It is my right to challenge! And I do!" She swoops in to land. Sparrow is... magnificent, a creature of many colors, the blue and silver of her voile setting off bronze wings and copper hair.