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Posted on June 13, 2013 at 01:42:24 AM by Gaiane & Pallas

After the bright lighting in the chamber room, the dim lighting in the tunnel was as dark to Gaiane as though there were no candles at all. This was more like trying to walk into the blackness of space; there were pinpricks of light from the stars, but they did not illuminate anything around them. The fairy girl clutched the large book to her chest with one hand and felt along the wall to find the exit. It had to be around here somewhere.

Suddenly there was a nose in front of her, one she recognized. Pallas had been searching from the field above for her fairy after the fall. The dragon was soaking wet though the downpour had slowed to a drizzle as Gaiane made her way back to the exit. Pallas bit into her fairy’s shirt collar and dragged her out of the hole, which was a good idea until Gaiane slid out of the wet clothing and back to the ground. She managed to catch herself on the ledge and pull herself out of danger of falling back in, and the book had made it safely to the grass. The pair were covered in mud, but Gaiane moved to hug her now protesting familiar in gratitude and apology. If Pallas had truly not wanted the embrace, there was no way Gaiane could have caught her familiar, especially with an injured wing, so the verbal protest, the fairy knew, was only words.

Though she had the relic now, Pallas was still worn out and sore from her other flights. And she was wet. In the hug, Gaiane could feel the feathers clumping together, and with her added mud, she was certain they would be stuck by morning. The dragon needed a good preening to be ready to fly in the morning. Without a word, Gaiane settled in to running her fingers through the feathers of her familiar’s neck and separating the shafts from one another. Pallas rumbled from deep in her chest, as a cat might, in her pleasure and as the rain finally ceased, fell asleep.

As dawn brought the sun over the horizon, Gaiane was still working, though her fingers were cold and slow but still they worked. The gentle rise and fall of the dragon’s breath grew more rapid as she woke and rose to her feet.

“We need to head to Paris, Pallas. It should be west of here… and… north maybe? How are you feeling?”
“Still a bit sore but ready to head… you are filthy.”

The fairy smiled at her familiar’s jab and moved from the dragon’s tail to her shoulders before the pair once again took flight.

This flight could have been a sprint if the white dragon weren’t still hurting. even at a slow speed and mostly gliding it was only a couple hours. They landed in the gardens of the great palace, scattering tourists and attracting stares. Together, Gaiane and Pallas hurried toward the doors into the palace. Thankfully, Pallas was not yet her full size and could still fit through the double doors, though she had to squeeze her wings as tight to her body as she could. People scattered and black boxes at some security guard’s hips yelled frantically. When they entered the hall of mirrors, Gaiane slowed to a halt. How were they supposed to know which mirror was the portal back to Shaman?

“Try them all.”

Gaiane turned to look at her familiar who was already running toward a mirror. With her tail, the dragon banged against the glass, shattering it. The fairy cringed at the noise but began to test the wall mirrors as well; Gaiane used only her hand to press against the glass rather than break them though. Finally, Gaiane felt no resistance on the seventh mirror she tried and Pallas hurried over. They passed back into the Starground where Omni still sat. A few other fairies had returned – or perhaps they had never left – though it seemed barely an hour had passed in this in-between world.

“I found a Menekht book.”
fractal by Silvia Cordedda on dA



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