I don’t think I will ever get tired of it.
I would like to know how to get to his lake though, because I don’t want to have to call him every time that I want to see him. That feels like something that I should save for emergencies. If I were to use the whistle every time that I just wanted to say hello, then it would be taking advantage of the connection that we have, and I don’t want to do that.
My smile is huge by the time that we finally break through the trees, and I see the familiar sight of the kelpie’s lake before me.
It’s so strange because it looks exactly like it did at the guy’s place, and if I didn’t know any better, I would have assumed that we were there.
The longer that I study the area though, the more subtle changes I notice. The lake appears to be bigger here, with a bigger beach and more space around the edge of the lake too, meaning that the kelpies can come out of the water without being almost immediately under the trees.
I don’t miss that it’s given them a tactical advantage as well, because anyone who is stupid enough to attack them will have to cross over an expanse of shoreline that has no cover whatsoever. Meaning that the kelpies will be able to detect them with ease and deal with them swiftly, or call on us for help if they need to.
“You’re so fucking clever,” I tell Mael. “I had no idea that you could do something like this. You just up and moved your entire lake.”
He snorts and sends me images.
“What did he say?” Raiden asks me. When I look at him questioningly, he replies, “I just guessed that he had something to say because of the way he snorted at you. Mavros does the same thing.”
“In his own way of communicating, I think he said that not all kelpies would be able to move their home,” I explain to Raiden and then turn my attention back to Mael, “Is that right?”
He nods and stamps his feet, making me grin.
“I’d take that as a yes,” Raiden smirks. His smile quickly turns into a frown as the clouds finally decide to let go, and the rain comes down heavier as the wind picks up.
“Let’s go!” I call out over the sound of the wind and pounding rain.
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“Neith and Raiden should be back soon, the weather's picked up. It’s getting pretty nasty out there,” River says as he looks outside.
“Yeah, that’s turning into a storm for sure,” Reed agrees.
“I’m going to go and get dinner started. I’m hoping that Ethel and House will let me cook,” Coen says as he gets up and stretches his back out.
We’ve all been reading over the files, getting as much information as possible. Well, we have been doing that in part. Reed’s been checking the weapons, Ransom has been checking wards, and making some spells that we can give to the teams that they can throw. Sort of like grenades. They’ll need to say a trigger word and then launch it. He had some made, which thankfully came with his workshop when House brought it here, but it’s going to be a massive operation tomorrow, so he’s having to make more.
I would imagine that he’s going to be up quite late tonight making them. There isn’t any point in reminding him that he needs to get rest. He gets extremely agitated and restless before the promise of violence, and he won’t be able to sleep anyway. Personally, I would rather that he were making spell bombs instead of beating the shit out of several punching bags. Especially since I have no idea if we even have punching bags here.
House is pretty fucking awesome, so I would be surprised if we didn’t have a gym somewhere in here. Especially since it’s gotten everything else so right, and a gym is something that most of us use pretty regularly.
As Coen disappears into the kitchen, I turn to Reed and River, “I think I might head back to the house and get whatever bags people put by the front door.”
“Good idea,” River agrees. “We aren’t going to have the time to head back for a couple of days at least. Even though it doesn’t take you very long.”
“I saw the pile of bags, it’s not going to be one trip,” Reed winces.
I grin, “I figured that would be the case.” Standing up, I smile and then call on my magic to take me back to the house.
Nothing happens.
“Why are you just standing there?” Reed asks, with a slight smile.
“I can’t teleport,” I reply, and both of their smiles immediately drop.
“Try again,” River suggests as he sits up straight in his chair, his eyebrows dipping with concern.
I nod and pull on more of my magic this time. More than I have ever needed to in order to teleport.
This time, I disappear, but I’m brought right back to the living room with Reed and River.
