Amidst a gaggle of rambunctious kittens and my ten year old, I sat with Bailes on the couch. I was tired of the talk of this war, armies knocking at our door and even Benedict uncertain of victory. There were too many concerns -- 3, to be exact. Sarah, if she can get with Delauney, may be safe, but the unborn child in my love -- and her herself -- were still at danger. There's no stopping Bailey normally when she gets ideas in her head, and I can only hope that she'll pause to think now with the added responsibility. I sighed and just watched them all, while I still could.
My brother showed up, saluting, decked out in his uniform. Why the military, I could not understand. Or could I? It was obviously the easiest place to get away from the disaster of his personal life. In any case, he wanted to know if I'd ride with him out to the nearest point of the advancing Black Road, and I agreed. On the way, he asked what was up, and we chatted, me dropping the fact that he'd be an uncle again. When he put it together that it was Bailey's child, he was a bit shocked. "Dad won't be happy," remarked my brother, and I could only nod.
Not longer later, I was Trumped by a sloshed High Priestess of the Unicorn, so Ben went on ahead. Turns out Gwyn had been slamming El Toro Loco with Gen. Why? Chris has a jones for her. I laughed. Of everyone, she seemed to have the most problems with Cousins wanting to get the Freak on. I guess it's not unusual -- beyond the robes and the Holier-than-Thou attitude, she was a smoking hottie. Amused, I let her know that she needed to let Chris down easily and quickly, and not drag him along and do to him as she did to my brother. I sent her home before she vomited.
The Road stank, a foul miasma drifting up from the swampy mess. Ben was putting his marker in the ground when I detected the flash of movement. Spurring my horse, I rode straight for them, pushing the demon away, but not before seeing the symbol on it's clothing, or whatever the device was. Ben was eager to leave as well, so we rode back, remembering to scribble the design down on some scratch paper. The others may have some idea about what this insignia meant...
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