#earthrunes

POP!

Finally, Sergei and Calanthe are back in Earthrunes, by way of Bachdion.

The Ailil Sidhe takes a moment to calm the squawking Hawks she has with her, though she looks just as frazzled.

"Sergei, I may leave my birds in your care until I can return?" She asks, then looks to the Satyr grump. "Sir Bachdion. Have you another destination, or is there a Trod that may take me closer to Silverwolf? I must return home with some urgency. It cannot wait until Monday next, nor the days of travel." Perhaps she could fuddle onto an airline...

"Of course," Sergei takes care "My lady, I'll see to it."

"Well if you go by trod, they say Firnost leads to all places" Sir Bachdion says "But I could get you to Rivervale. It's been awhile but I've been there" A snap of his finges "Or Scarsdale."

Rivervale... she cannot help but let her lip curl up a touch in disgust. And yet Firnost? One says that you can catch a disease merely by passing through. A BATHROOM trod, of all things?!

"Scarsdale... where might that be?"

"Westchester County, New York State as mortals know it"

She nods, checking her map on her phone. "Some five hours drive... yet, the trod from here to Rivervale, and then to Rome? Even assuming that the Gwydions allows me use of their gateway..." A mirthless laugh. "Trod travel being unreliable as it may be... I shall take the Scarsdale path."

A thought comes to mind... a silver vine, through Haven... but something has felt unwelcoming, the last time she looked that direction. No, not something to test at this time.

"then let me prepare a bunk ..." Sir Bachdion says

Sir Sergei moves to his lady, "Even though you must take flight from me" he takes her hand and kisses it while his eyes gaze into hers "Know that my gaze will be pulled by your trail, Calanthe"

Her eyes flash in return. "May our aeries meet at journey's end."

And Bachdion waits till they part, and gestures "On winds of love your wings are lifted. Scarsdale , by your presence gifted"

She looks to Bachdion, and nods before she vanishes. She may not have to SAY so like a seelie - so uncooth... but she knows she owes a debt there.

And as she vanishes, Bachdion turns to Ser Sergei, "I must confess, while she is.. difficult... in some ways, your lady has some poise"

Sergei sniffs "Show me a man who does not see difficulty as a virtue in a woman, and I will show you a timid soul. My thanks, Sir Bachdion for the transport an aid but I must see to these birds"