“Do you know anything else? Its origins, what realm it was originally from, anything like that?” Rival asks the important questions as always.
Hades frowns, “It’s native to the God Realm.”
“Awesome,” Zev replies.
“Why do I feel like it’s not, in actual fact, awesome?” Rast asks.
“Because it rarely is,” Loki replies drily.
“It is definitely concerning that an ancient god native creature is obeying Farren, but at least it is obeying her,” Khaos points out.
Storm nods and then looks at Farren with a frown. “She hasn’t moved or snored recently. Is she okay?”
I nod, “My magic is keeping a constant watch on her vitals, if they even dip slightly, I’ll know. At the moment, they’re staying steady, and for all intents and purposes, she’s just in a really deep sleep. She’s here, and this is the best place for her to heal, right?”
Kill narrows his eyes, “Just how long have you been with us?”
I shrug, “I caught back up to Rast at Ignatius’ place. I knew he had crossed back over, but I had no idea that you were all with him that was a surprise. No one could hear or see me, so I listened and learned things instead.”
“Wait, the muttering, it’s gone,” Rast suddenly exclaims.
I raise my eyebrows.
“You were hearing muttering?” Rival asks. Rast nods, and Rival levels him with a look, “Dude, I don’t know how families have worked for you in the past, but in this one, you share shit like that so you don’t have to try to figure it out on your own.”
I smirk.
Rast’s eyes go wide, “Family?”
“Oh yeah, man, we’ve been through shit now. You’re in,” Loki grins.
“You mean, this whole fucking time you could hear me, and you were ignoring me?” I ask incredulously.
Rast swallows thickly and then looks at me, shaking his head. “No. I could hear muttering, I couldn’t hear any words, not even one. I got chills as well. Did you poke me in the cheek, a lot?”
I try not to laugh, but as soon as the others catch my expression and start to chuckle, I can’t help but laugh.
Farren grumbles in my arms and smacks me on my chest, making everyone stop.
“Bad pillow, stop wriggling . . .” she mutters before trailing off again and letting out another snore.
The others burst out laughing again while I try to stay still so I don’t disturb her again.
“She’s brilliant,” Rast grins, and then looks at me with his eyebrow raised. “I’m assuming from your reaction that you did, in fact, poke my face a lot?”
I shrug, “It was really boring and really fucking frustrating. I was trying to warn you about the compound, trying to tell you not to go back there, trying to warn you of approaching threats, trying to tell you what they had planned with the ritual, and you couldn’t fucking hear any of it. So occasionally I poked your face like I used to do when we were kids.”
“That actually makes sense,” Rival says.
“It does?” Rast asks.
“Yeah. I probably would have done the same thing. You would have to break up the monotony and frustration somehow, otherwise, you would go insane,” Rival explains his reasoning.
“True,” Rast concedes.
Laikynn cautiously steps out of the darkness. “I’m sorry. We have given you as much time as we can. Considering the amount of magic that Farren kicked off to resurrect Nico, it would be wise to move.”
“Creatures are going to be curious and come to check out the cause,” Rival suggests.
