07-17-2019, 02:04 AM
Rowan was not surprised when Vale sensed Aiden or picked up on the vision, or whatever had happened. They had shared such powerful visions, why not the fleeting ones?
The darker woman was almost hissing when she announced Aiden’s arrival. How had he found her? She had told no one where she was going, hell, she didn’t even know where she was going when she had left the Bottom of the Cup. Had Aiden also developed the Sight? He had had strange dreams before the coma, but nothing after… That thought didn’t feel right. She herself had not experienced such a powerful awakening until Vale. If Aiden shared this talent, would it not make sense that they would have awoken together? They were twins after all. No. It couldn’t be that.
How?
Had he traced her through her Wallet? Another silly thought. The only thing he knew about technology was how to use his many art-related programs and the use of an internet browser. No hacking or spying or any of that advanced techno-crap. A private investigator then? No. Another silly thought. She had only been gone a day or two- at most- even the most dedicated investigator could not track her that quickly.
Brows furrowing, Rowan rose from her place on the pallet and smoothed her skirts. Armande bid them to follow him, urging caution. He took the lead and she fell in line with her sister. Was this what life would be like from now on? Following just a step or two behind this man- this mystery? The idea did not sit too well with Rowan. She had always been independent and strong-willed. It was a practice in patience for her not to push back the taller man, rushing through the compound to her brother.
Focus on your breathing, girl, Rowan thought to herself.
She did just that. In and out, in and out. Calmness quickly descended upon her, although that was getting harder to maintain once Armande whipped his arm out in a flourish. A blade emerged from his palm in the blink of an eye. Had he been concealing it up his sleeve? Where had the thing come from? It appeared to be made of steel, so he had not conjured it with magick.
Light streamed from behind Rowan’s back, just out of sight. She took hold of it and let the sweet rush fill her. If he had a weapon, then so would she. Threads of Air began to swirl around the atmosphere as the trio moved through the compound. Rowan took hold of them and wove them into a spell. Just before finishing the thing, she stopped the process and just held the weave in place. One more thread and it would be complete. An insurance policy. She would use it if she needed it once they had come face to face with her twin.
They marched along in silence. No other Khylsty seemed to be roaming the corridors, but there was an itching sensation at Rowan’s back. They were all hiding and watching. They had to have been. After what seemed to be an eternity, the trio emerged out of the shack that was the entrance to the compound. True to the vision, Cooper’s stretch limo was parked a ways down. Armande stopped a few steps from the shack, Vale and she followed suit.
Aiden stepped out of the limo and Rowan finished her spell.
The darker woman was almost hissing when she announced Aiden’s arrival. How had he found her? She had told no one where she was going, hell, she didn’t even know where she was going when she had left the Bottom of the Cup. Had Aiden also developed the Sight? He had had strange dreams before the coma, but nothing after… That thought didn’t feel right. She herself had not experienced such a powerful awakening until Vale. If Aiden shared this talent, would it not make sense that they would have awoken together? They were twins after all. No. It couldn’t be that.
How?
Had he traced her through her Wallet? Another silly thought. The only thing he knew about technology was how to use his many art-related programs and the use of an internet browser. No hacking or spying or any of that advanced techno-crap. A private investigator then? No. Another silly thought. She had only been gone a day or two- at most- even the most dedicated investigator could not track her that quickly.
Brows furrowing, Rowan rose from her place on the pallet and smoothed her skirts. Armande bid them to follow him, urging caution. He took the lead and she fell in line with her sister. Was this what life would be like from now on? Following just a step or two behind this man- this mystery? The idea did not sit too well with Rowan. She had always been independent and strong-willed. It was a practice in patience for her not to push back the taller man, rushing through the compound to her brother.
Focus on your breathing, girl, Rowan thought to herself.
She did just that. In and out, in and out. Calmness quickly descended upon her, although that was getting harder to maintain once Armande whipped his arm out in a flourish. A blade emerged from his palm in the blink of an eye. Had he been concealing it up his sleeve? Where had the thing come from? It appeared to be made of steel, so he had not conjured it with magick.
Light streamed from behind Rowan’s back, just out of sight. She took hold of it and let the sweet rush fill her. If he had a weapon, then so would she. Threads of Air began to swirl around the atmosphere as the trio moved through the compound. Rowan took hold of them and wove them into a spell. Just before finishing the thing, she stopped the process and just held the weave in place. One more thread and it would be complete. An insurance policy. She would use it if she needed it once they had come face to face with her twin.
They marched along in silence. No other Khylsty seemed to be roaming the corridors, but there was an itching sensation at Rowan’s back. They were all hiding and watching. They had to have been. After what seemed to be an eternity, the trio emerged out of the shack that was the entrance to the compound. True to the vision, Cooper’s stretch limo was parked a ways down. Armande stopped a few steps from the shack, Vale and she followed suit.
Aiden stepped out of the limo and Rowan finished her spell.