It was obvious she was used to doing things on her own, flaunting her independence and strength.
Skylar walked deeper within her home, and hope flipped in his stomach when she headed towards the room she hadn’t entered in days. It was like she was purposefully avoiding his summoning circle on her wooden flooring.
Instead of going there, she entered her kitchen to grab herself a can of something from her fridge.
He tired of waiting.
“Make her summon me,” Vorg demanded to Skaarvar telepathically, a creature from his home realm and on a similar mental wavelength to him.
It was why they both had horns that could lengthen into appendages.
“Bring her to me.”
Skaarvar didn’t follow her as he listened to Vorg’s impatient demands. The little beast licked his lips and lifted his nose to snub him.
“If you don’t bring her to me, I won’t let you sleep in the lava pit anymore. I’ll fill it with water.”
Skaarvar screeched as he scuttled back frantically.
He chased after her heels and lengthened his horn appendages to grab her around the ankle. She squealed when she nearly tripped over, then spun to him.
“Hey!”
The skowl held her ankle firm and scuttled backwards with his lengthy body to make her follow. When she didn’t budge, he darted forward to feign a nip at her big toe, making her gasp and jump back.
He did a dance backwards, circled, and then tried to grab her ankle again.
“What is it, boy?” she exclaimed, crouching down. “Did Lassie fall in the well?”
Skaarvar halted and looked up at her with a tilted head, just as puzzled as Vorg was.
“I’m not giving you any more snacks.”
He lifted his appendages, waved them at her, and ran off. He waited a few steps down her hallway, checking to see if she followed, and she sighed while conceding.
He took her to the room with Vorg’s summoning circle and reached an appendage up to open the door. She paused at the open doorway, pale and seemingly wary of entering the dark space as she watched him scurry deeper in.
The skowl went to the spell still staining the ground with charcoal and sat on it expectantly.
Skylar stared at him, and a haunted expression seemed to befall her pretty face.
Why is she looking at him like that?Vorg thought, rising higher on his knees to peer deeper into his scrying spell.
She hesitantly entered a room filled with magical items: daggers, chalices, a pentacle, a wand, and an array of ingredients.
When she stood in front of the summoning circle, he finally got up and moved to stand at his side of the link. He didn’t know if her heady scent truly fluttered from it, or if it was a figment of his imagination.
But she was there, just on the other side, so close and yet multiple dimensions apart.
“I’m sorry,” she said, and he looked back at the viewing disc of her just as she crouched down before Skaarvar. “But I’m not going to summon him again.”
Coldness washed through Vorg so suddenly that his fingers tingled with iciness.
“What does she mean she’s not going to summon me again?” he whispered, his tail sagging with shock.
Skaarvar looked down at the circle, and then back at her with a tilt of his head. He patted a paw against the ground, and she shook her head.
“If that’s why you’ve been remaining here, then you should leave. Go back to your master.”
