((Takes place almost immediately after Healing the Breach.))
A quiet, undisturbed place was not very hard to come by in the arse-end of America, though Nat doubted Rhys or Adam would have appreciated her description of Iowa as that. Nevertheless, while Rhys was out and about, clearing his head, she had roped Adam into clearing the furniture in his bedroom out of her way, opening a wide space on the floor in which to work the spell that would, hopefully, show them exactly where Rachel was being held. Kneeling within a circle of salt, four blue candles lit all around her, sandalwood oil burning to cloud her conscious mind, she concentrated on the bowl of water before her, stirring it with the moonstone Rachel had given to Rhys. "Let the water reveal to me the location I seek," she murmured, over and over again. "Let the water show me where she is."
The door to the hotel room opened briefly and then slammed shut, a familiar voice followed shouting, "Honey, I'm home! And I've got a friend with me!" How was he supposed to know she'd chosen that very moment to do her spellwork" Trailing behind him was a pretty blond woman that Rhys might have at one time picked up in a bar, but that was not the case this time.
Adam winced when he heard the shout and tried to intercede before his friend disrupted Nat's concentration. "Rhys, she's busy..." he said, blocking the way to the bedroom.
"Busy doing what?" Rhys tried to glance past Adam to see what Nat was up to. It didn't cross his mind that there might be some hanky-panky going on between his wife and his best friend. He knew them better than that.
Meanwhile, Adam's attention was drawn to the blond behind his friend. He was far too astute to think she was just some random female Rhys had picked up on the street. "Lailah?" he guessed, correctly.
As her concentration broke, startled by the sudden intrusion, the bowl in front of Nat exploded, scattering miniscule pieces of glass through the air. The water surged upward and soaked her through, and for a moment, she turned the air blue with curses, the nicest of which was directed at her husband. "Vy glupyy syn obez'yana!" Shocked out of the spell, Nat curled her fingers around the moonstone and turned a less than impressed look on Rhys.
Behind him, Lailah - for all that an angel wasn't supposed to be able to feel emotion - was attempting to conceal a smirk as she looked to Adam. That smirk became a smile in recognition of the other man. "Adam."
"Eeep," Rhys squeaked upon hearing the glass shatter, followed by a string of curses in Nat's native Russian. He didn't have to speak the language to know she was cussing him out. "Um, sorry, Nat!" he apologized, glancing to Adam and whispering, "Why didn't you tell me she was working a spell?"
"You didn't ask!" was his reply, exchanging a smirk with Lailah and a snicker at Nat's cursing. Adam leaned toward Rhys, dropping his voice to helpfully translate. "She just called you a monkey....Well, actually a son of a monkey." Rhys narrowed his eyes in his wife's direction. "What?"
"A stupid son of a monkey, to be precise," Nat corrected mildly, rising to her feet. She met Rhys' narrowed gaze head on, unapologetic for insulting him in her shock. "I told you we would be doing this while you were gone," she reminded him with a quiet sigh of resignation, looking past him to the woman he had brought with him. A faint frown of curious suspicion crossed her face as she glanced first at Rhys, then at Adam.
Lailah, for her part, did not seem to acknowledge any of them for a moment, her own concentration turning inward and then outward. The explosion of glass and water reversed itself, returning to its former state by Nat's feet, urged on by the angelic power she wielded. "Waste not, want not."
"Um, Nat, honey, baby..." Rhys started, looking sheepishly apologetic, but before he was able to say much more, Nat was joining them and Lailah seemed to be repairing the damage he'd caused with his regrettable outburst. His eyes widened a little as he watched the shattered bowl repairing itself in reverse. It was like watching a movie backwards. Of course, he'd seen greater wonders than this, but to a man who was very much in touch with his inner child, it was sight to behold. "Wow, that's awesome. Can you do that again?"
Adam snorted, shaking his head at his friend. "What are you, like six?"
"Thirty-four actually. I'm in my prime," Rhys shot back before turning back to Nat. "Sorry, Nat. I got a little carried away, I guess."
Having the incident that had soaked her reversed improved Nat's mood, certainly, though she was still suspicious of the woman who had entered with Rhys. "It is fine," she assured her husband. "I can begin again, now." Making a guess at who had been responsible for unsoaking her, she looked to the woman standing behind Rhys. "Thank you."
Lailah inclined her head to the Russian woman, acknowledging her thanks, but she did not speak. Rhys had seemed a little wary of allowing her contact with his wife, and she was not about to cross a line in the sand too soon.
He attempted to appease his wife with a kiss, albeit on the cheek, as he reached for her arm to draw her closer to the blond woman. "Natalya Pimen- Bristol, may I introduce Lailah..." Rhys paused a moment, realizing the angel had no last name. "My Guardian Angel." He chuckled a little. "Geez, that sounds silly to say out loud, doesn't it?"
Adam rolled his eyes, exhaled a sigh, and retreated to the bedroom to check on the contents of the bowl and to make sure the candles hadn't gone out.
A quiet, undisturbed place was not very hard to come by in the arse-end of America, though Nat doubted Rhys or Adam would have appreciated her description of Iowa as that. Nevertheless, while Rhys was out and about, clearing his head, she had roped Adam into clearing the furniture in his bedroom out of her way, opening a wide space on the floor in which to work the spell that would, hopefully, show them exactly where Rachel was being held. Kneeling within a circle of salt, four blue candles lit all around her, sandalwood oil burning to cloud her conscious mind, she concentrated on the bowl of water before her, stirring it with the moonstone Rachel had given to Rhys. "Let the water reveal to me the location I seek," she murmured, over and over again. "Let the water show me where she is."
The door to the hotel room opened briefly and then slammed shut, a familiar voice followed shouting, "Honey, I'm home! And I've got a friend with me!" How was he supposed to know she'd chosen that very moment to do her spellwork" Trailing behind him was a pretty blond woman that Rhys might have at one time picked up in a bar, but that was not the case this time.
Adam winced when he heard the shout and tried to intercede before his friend disrupted Nat's concentration. "Rhys, she's busy..." he said, blocking the way to the bedroom.
"Busy doing what?" Rhys tried to glance past Adam to see what Nat was up to. It didn't cross his mind that there might be some hanky-panky going on between his wife and his best friend. He knew them better than that.
Meanwhile, Adam's attention was drawn to the blond behind his friend. He was far too astute to think she was just some random female Rhys had picked up on the street. "Lailah?" he guessed, correctly.
As her concentration broke, startled by the sudden intrusion, the bowl in front of Nat exploded, scattering miniscule pieces of glass through the air. The water surged upward and soaked her through, and for a moment, she turned the air blue with curses, the nicest of which was directed at her husband. "Vy glupyy syn obez'yana!" Shocked out of the spell, Nat curled her fingers around the moonstone and turned a less than impressed look on Rhys.
Behind him, Lailah - for all that an angel wasn't supposed to be able to feel emotion - was attempting to conceal a smirk as she looked to Adam. That smirk became a smile in recognition of the other man. "Adam."
"Eeep," Rhys squeaked upon hearing the glass shatter, followed by a string of curses in Nat's native Russian. He didn't have to speak the language to know she was cussing him out. "Um, sorry, Nat!" he apologized, glancing to Adam and whispering, "Why didn't you tell me she was working a spell?"
"You didn't ask!" was his reply, exchanging a smirk with Lailah and a snicker at Nat's cursing. Adam leaned toward Rhys, dropping his voice to helpfully translate. "She just called you a monkey....Well, actually a son of a monkey." Rhys narrowed his eyes in his wife's direction. "What?"
"A stupid son of a monkey, to be precise," Nat corrected mildly, rising to her feet. She met Rhys' narrowed gaze head on, unapologetic for insulting him in her shock. "I told you we would be doing this while you were gone," she reminded him with a quiet sigh of resignation, looking past him to the woman he had brought with him. A faint frown of curious suspicion crossed her face as she glanced first at Rhys, then at Adam.
Lailah, for her part, did not seem to acknowledge any of them for a moment, her own concentration turning inward and then outward. The explosion of glass and water reversed itself, returning to its former state by Nat's feet, urged on by the angelic power she wielded. "Waste not, want not."
"Um, Nat, honey, baby..." Rhys started, looking sheepishly apologetic, but before he was able to say much more, Nat was joining them and Lailah seemed to be repairing the damage he'd caused with his regrettable outburst. His eyes widened a little as he watched the shattered bowl repairing itself in reverse. It was like watching a movie backwards. Of course, he'd seen greater wonders than this, but to a man who was very much in touch with his inner child, it was sight to behold. "Wow, that's awesome. Can you do that again?"
Adam snorted, shaking his head at his friend. "What are you, like six?"
"Thirty-four actually. I'm in my prime," Rhys shot back before turning back to Nat. "Sorry, Nat. I got a little carried away, I guess."
Having the incident that had soaked her reversed improved Nat's mood, certainly, though she was still suspicious of the woman who had entered with Rhys. "It is fine," she assured her husband. "I can begin again, now." Making a guess at who had been responsible for unsoaking her, she looked to the woman standing behind Rhys. "Thank you."
Lailah inclined her head to the Russian woman, acknowledging her thanks, but she did not speak. Rhys had seemed a little wary of allowing her contact with his wife, and she was not about to cross a line in the sand too soon.
He attempted to appease his wife with a kiss, albeit on the cheek, as he reached for her arm to draw her closer to the blond woman. "Natalya Pimen- Bristol, may I introduce Lailah..." Rhys paused a moment, realizing the angel had no last name. "My Guardian Angel." He chuckled a little. "Geez, that sounds silly to say out loud, doesn't it?"
Adam rolled his eyes, exhaled a sigh, and retreated to the bedroom to check on the contents of the bowl and to make sure the candles hadn't gone out.