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Ezekiel de le Poer · 01-01-2012, 05:26 AM

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Word took time to reach the southern coast of France, traveling through relatives and merchants and those whom knew of her name and her title. Mab did not see many strangers these days, content with her children and grandchildren and an extension of blood that reached all the way back across the Atlantic. She had often thought of those old lands, where she had once led, but her time there had not been a happy one. After all, the blind eye proved such a thing—it had healed, truly, for a few years…but age had chased after her as had all the ghosts and demons of the past. Ahren was never coming back. Draco had made that point very clear to her when he had returned a much changed boy.

The trip to London was not a long one, though winter often slowed progress. Mab had enough connections to ensure her passage was comfortable, both for her and the horses. Draco was comfortable anywhere despite his constant complaints, but she expected such things from him. Though his true parents were long gone, Mab considered him her son and did not dispute his claim.

They had landed in Ireland two days ago. Their horses were not used to travel and needed time to settle, and business kept them with family for an extra day. Once settled and prepared for the length journey to the land claimed, they had set out long before dawn. The ride was an easy one, though long. Traveling from Dublin to the small area mentioned was a long process; dawn came and went and the day wore on and grew late when they first spotted the encroaching landmarks.

Mab, on the massive freisian, slowed only to have Draco come forward. The reddish hybrid advanced and regarded the small village with a low grunt. She laughed lightly, a sound that was oddly lyrical despite her rugged form and white-streaked hair. Age had sunk into her bones but good breeding and physical activity kept her strong. Blue eyes narrowed upon her adoptive son, one covered by a leather eyepatch she had taken to wearing since the return of her blindness. “Oh hush. He is your brother, after all.”

“Half-brother,” the wolf replied, frowning.

“Your father,” the harlequin woman countered sharply. “Is not my brother by blood, but I consider him such—even after what he became. You would do well to remember this lesson, Draco.”

The man fell silent. Even though he was very much an adult, the older woman had served as his mother since he had been a child and commanded respect. She would have done so without such a claim, though. A former alpha, and a current Lord of various titles, she was powerfully spoken and carried herself with a presence that outweighed even the massive form of the burly man behind her.

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