I can't figure any of my cousins out.
*****
I looked at Bishop, and looked around me, at the fantasyland called the Ethereal. Bailey had just stepped foot on the Pattern; Bishop was looking around, and soon headed off to check out the rest of Ivory from our unique vantage point, Gen had disappeared after walking this Pattern, both issues that bothered me, and Gwyn had run off to who knows where.
I walked around the perimeter of that pattern as Bailey walked, sparks jumping around her feet. She was concentrating on the Walk, and so she did not notice my watching. It was good to finally know how we were linked, through that Tir vision -- I like knowing where things stand. I watched until she deposited the Jewel in the center, and we Trumped back to the castle.
*****
Gwyn hardly looked away from her book when she told me about the demon that was stalking her at the Grove that last night. I looked at her, shocked. Did she not realize she was this close from becoming hamburger? Jesus. Demons like to kill you when you're alone, separated from the group, dear cousin. I left before I said something that would get me yelled at.
*****
I wrinkled my nose at her soup. It smelled suspiciously of mushrooms. Which would explain why it was called mushroom soup.
Bailey and I talked over lunch. Somehow she'd finagled a cook her to learn Lemon Chicken. Groovy. We talked a bit, and both realized we'd come to a point where neither of us have direction. I have no real focus back in Amber, and Bailey's task with the Jewel is complete. I looked at her when she was talking, and felt saddened, of all things.
Maybe because I realized that all of this would be over soon, and I'd be back to Amber, across another Universe. Should I just start putting any ideas I may have had out of my head? I can't deal with something located outside of my space/time continuum.
A message for all the kids at home -- don't start falling for someone who doesn't live in your reality.
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