10-10-2012, 12:37 AM
He clung to the leader, and to the cat. Myrddin would be pleased to see that Sheba had made it, though the boy would worry about Sheba's kittens, wherever they might be. He wondered if the boy had worried about him. Of course Myrddin had worried about him. The question was, who had comforted Myrddin while he worried about his father?
Tal felt relief as they reached the door the leader opened for him. The swirling air eddies curled around them, an unnatural stillness falling over them as she forced the door shut. Sheba nuzzled his face, meowing plaintively. The heady scent of D'Arte filled the shop, but the male couldn't muster the energy to look up from his kneeling position. The walls pressed in on him, and he shuddered. Two bodies pressed against him, and he thought he heard the murmur of voices.
As he felt himself being lifted by Jerome and Thomas and then being set down by the fire, a voice cut through his foggy thoughts. "Poppa!" When had little Myrddin grown up? Tal opened his eyes to see the fullgrown boy hurtle at his father, his once boyish yelp an adults bass. Tal welcomed his son's embrace, holding the boy as tightly as the boy clung to him. Sheba wound her way around the two, her purr loud enough to be heard across the room.
A thought occurred to him, and he lifted his head to look for the leader. "Skye..."
Tal felt relief as they reached the door the leader opened for him. The swirling air eddies curled around them, an unnatural stillness falling over them as she forced the door shut. Sheba nuzzled his face, meowing plaintively. The heady scent of D'Arte filled the shop, but the male couldn't muster the energy to look up from his kneeling position. The walls pressed in on him, and he shuddered. Two bodies pressed against him, and he thought he heard the murmur of voices.
As he felt himself being lifted by Jerome and Thomas and then being set down by the fire, a voice cut through his foggy thoughts. "Poppa!" When had little Myrddin grown up? Tal opened his eyes to see the fullgrown boy hurtle at his father, his once boyish yelp an adults bass. Tal welcomed his son's embrace, holding the boy as tightly as the boy clung to him. Sheba wound her way around the two, her purr loud enough to be heard across the room.
A thought occurred to him, and he lifted his head to look for the leader. "Skye..."