Piper ran through the darkened streets, whimpering with fear. Only an hour ago, she had thought that the worst she would have to deal with here in Rhy'Din were strange reactions from people she didn't know. Now she knew better, and it did not fill her with any kind of confidence.
What had happened" There had been dragons, and an old man who acted as though he knew her; threats against her baby; magic ....oh God, the magic. The memory of the pain that had ripped through her when the baby chose to take direct action made her sob harder. She never wanted to feel such agony again. She hadn't known what it had been, not until Yeardley had said she had been glowing, not until she felt the same pain and saw the crackle of blue energy spark from her to the old man.
It wasn't fair! It was bad enough that she was stuck here; now she was supposed to contend with dragons and wizards" Just the thought of it filled her with fear, fear for herself and for her unborn child, fear of what could be done when the baby was born. It was such a powerful feeling, it clouded everything, blinding her to where her feet were taking her in the dark city.
It was only when her feet came to a halt that she took note of her surroundings. The riverside ....a familiar apartment block ....Her eyes lifted higher, to the loft at the very top of the building. A low sob of relief left her throat. A light was burning in the window - someone was still awake up there.
Without another thought, she sped for the door, forcing her aching legs to carry her up the many flights of stairs until she reached the door. Gasping for breath, terrified tears streaking her face, windswept and rain-beaten, with wild eyes, she was not a sight anyone would wish to see at such a time of night. Yet here she was, at the door of the person to whom she had run on instinct, needing comfort and protection ....Oliver Granger.
Shivering with an excess of adrenaline as much as with the chill in the air, she knocked without rhythm or consistent strength, wrapping her arms about herself tightly as she waited for someone to answer the door. Even if all he did was take her back to the Inn, Piper needed to see Ollie, needed to hear his voice. He was more than a friend in her mind; here, in Rhy'Din, he was the stable rock to which she was holding in an increasingly turbulent sea.
"Please be in, Ollie, please."
What had happened" There had been dragons, and an old man who acted as though he knew her; threats against her baby; magic ....oh God, the magic. The memory of the pain that had ripped through her when the baby chose to take direct action made her sob harder. She never wanted to feel such agony again. She hadn't known what it had been, not until Yeardley had said she had been glowing, not until she felt the same pain and saw the crackle of blue energy spark from her to the old man.
It wasn't fair! It was bad enough that she was stuck here; now she was supposed to contend with dragons and wizards" Just the thought of it filled her with fear, fear for herself and for her unborn child, fear of what could be done when the baby was born. It was such a powerful feeling, it clouded everything, blinding her to where her feet were taking her in the dark city.
It was only when her feet came to a halt that she took note of her surroundings. The riverside ....a familiar apartment block ....Her eyes lifted higher, to the loft at the very top of the building. A low sob of relief left her throat. A light was burning in the window - someone was still awake up there.
Without another thought, she sped for the door, forcing her aching legs to carry her up the many flights of stairs until she reached the door. Gasping for breath, terrified tears streaking her face, windswept and rain-beaten, with wild eyes, she was not a sight anyone would wish to see at such a time of night. Yet here she was, at the door of the person to whom she had run on instinct, needing comfort and protection ....Oliver Granger.
Shivering with an excess of adrenaline as much as with the chill in the air, she knocked without rhythm or consistent strength, wrapping her arms about herself tightly as she waited for someone to answer the door. Even if all he did was take her back to the Inn, Piper needed to see Ollie, needed to hear his voice. He was more than a friend in her mind; here, in Rhy'Din, he was the stable rock to which she was holding in an increasingly turbulent sea.
"Please be in, Ollie, please."