In the early morning Alana snuck from her home in the Southern Glen. She kissed her son on the forehead softly before wandering out to the living room. She pulled her keys off the coffee table, grabbed and threw her black leather duster around herself. Endless legs carried her to the door, silently shutting it behind her.


The elf took off towards the tree house in the Glen where her husband and son had previously been staying. Eyes wandered around the messy living room. She laughed gently to herself. She hadn?t had a choice as how to get them to stay with her but she still felt the tiny ping of guilt as she laughed. It wasn?t right to spook ones husband into coming to stay with one so one could tear out the back half of his house to build something all together different. It had only been a week but Alana had hired a decent crew to complete the work. They had made short work of the task she had given them.


Alana wandered out back to where the word had apparently been completed, eyes scanned over the room and her face simply lit up. How had this all come to pass? It was exactly like the sketches she had offered to the crew. Hand gently dragged over the oak bar top, and she smiled to herself. There was a stack of boxes in the corner taller than the towering elf. With a set pace she walked to the boxes and began carrying them to the bar, setting them on the counter to open them. The next three hours were dedicated to setting out bottles and glasses.


For the entire day Alana was supposed to be at work, and in a way she was, just a different TYPE of work. She put up the curtains, washed all the new glass wear, put up all the liquor and then sat on top of the bar and looked around. She smiled to herself and wandered through the hall and unlocked the doors that lead into the living room of their home. She quickly cleaned up the house and contemplated going back home to get Feilas. She knew he was going to have a fit when he saw the work she had done for him. He had been working so hard being a Dad and not being able to see his friends, she knew he needed to find a balance between his family and his old life. She hoped this would make it easier.

Those ears twitched and she looked up at Yuki. She heard him talking about Feilas? wonderful decorating job. She sat there in the living room for a few moments listening to him and snickering to herself. She then wandered out into the hallway with him a nod offered to the space around her and she giggled.

?He has a thing for this place being plain. I?m not opposed to you spicing things up around here. But ask him first. I put a lamp in the bedroom once and he informed me that the candles were just fine and made me take the lamp out and dispose of it.?

A sharp not to Yuki and she picked up the guitar case lugging it into the living room and looking over her shoulder hoping he was following her. She was in plain sight of him anyways and she turned and started pointing as she gave an explanation of the house.

?The balcony is to the left. Straight down the hallway behind me is the kitchen ? Down the hallway to the right is the bedrooms and that door right next to you leads to the new play room for Feilas.?

She smiled as she spoke of the new bar room. She was happy to have it. She carried the guitar case down the hall and she smiled as she opened the door to one of the rooms with a small silver skeleton key. The room she walked into was large. It had a sitting room, and a bedroom. Off the bedroom was a door to Yuki?s new bathroom. She walked in and set the guitar down on the bed. Wandering to the window she opened it to let some air inside. She called back to Yuki now.

?Feilas and I are the door at the end of the hall. Across from us is Gaven and the second guest room is across from this room?

?I believe Feilas would be insulted to hear such a question. You of course owe us nothing. We have been sitting on these empty places for far too long now. The house is too much. We are hoping someday to move Gaven into the room across from yours and put another baby in the nursery. But only time will tell?

She smiled to him and chuckled as she leaned over and adjusted a blanket that had been draped over the couch. Then she sat down and looked around. She stayed in this very suite when she had first come to this house. She knew how nice it was when coming from little. She laughed a bit and brushed her hair away from her face.

?I say you keep your coin and use it to do what you would like to the room. It will be whatever you like it to be. You needn?t ask for permission to change a thing in here. Do what ever you want with the room.?

She wandered now to Yuki and smiled pressing a kiss to his forehead and then hugged him. It was nice to have him back and she wasn?t afraid to show it. Feilas had been on edge and a bit not himself lately but since the reuniting of her family the restlessness had lessened. She assumed the same would go for being reunited with Yuki. She smiled to him and then glanced to the guitar case.

?Perhaps you could play for us the night I show him his coming home present? Get a few friends here and we can all have a lovely time. A few drinks. A few friends, and an amazingly wonderful time. I should go and get him to bring him to see it soon. I built his place of refuge. A lovely little bar in the back. Do you think he will like it??

There came a swift knock on the door. The fumbling cowboy stood there looking around the hallway. A cigarette hung from his lip, tufts of black smoke blown out lazily around himself. Mason knew the little guy was still at Alana's place so he wouldnt get into too much trouble for smoking in the hallway. He wore his usual: tight wranglers, a white tank, unbuttoned black button down long sleeve and his boots. The outfit was capped off with a black stetson, black boots and a silver belt buckle.


He sighed impatiently knocking again this time longer and harder. He wasnt used to being kept waiting, but since night had just recently fallen he was in no real rush to get inside. It was on the second knock that he realized the door was unlocked and stepped into the house with a call out. Seemed that people didnt really like to wait at that door. Whoops.

"Lana? Its Mason. Im supposed to go get Feilas and bring him here. But I dont know when you wanted me to do that so you are gunna have to clue me in."

Mason wandered down the hall way and looked around. Wondering if she was in the nursary, he peeked in but she wasnt there. He got a tiny bit concerned.

"Lana this isnt funny. Where in the hells are you?"

Before Mason could even blink an eye he was looking down the hall at the back of Alana's head. A muttering of something incoherant was uttered as he followed her. Chasing more after his cigarette than the woman. Right out onto the balcony. Where she climbed onto the railing. Eyes widened and he shook his head speaking softly.

"She is great. Amazing...Well gorgeous. As always. Um...Do you really...ya'know think ya should be sitting up there? It doesnt look very safe from this point of view"

Sitting down on a chair he set his hat down behind himself. Mason knew damn well that if Alana didnt wanna get down from the rail she wasnt going to. He had only been working for her for a few weeks and he had already figured out that things were done her way or no way. But now she was asking about his girlfriend. A much easier topic to deal with. He was happy to talk about Taj. She seemed to be his favorite topic of conversation with Alana these days. He upnodded to her before looking over the edge to the flowers below.

"What do you think...I mean I been getting her flowers left and right and sure she likes them but I wanna do something that makes her eyes light up. Something that makes her think "Shoot I got me the best man around". How do I get her to think that?"

He was good to her, he knew she thought the word of him, and he was romantic as the day was long. But he wanted to do something that floored her beyond anything else. He figured the best way to figure out what would work best would be to ask a woman. Even if Alana was the weirdest woman he knew.

"Nope Miss Wyndael I cant say that Taj was a slave. I cant tell ya for sure but I am pretty sure it might have come up. She is something else though. Understanding, polite, innocent, gorgeous. Shoot Miss Wyndael she is like a breath of fresh air. A real sight for sore eyes"

He could have gone on like that for days but she told him that he needed to run and get Feilas, so he would stop in his tracks with a nervous chuckle. A nod to Alana, really there wasnt much he had to say at this point, aside of course for more praises for the lady in his life. He was still thinking of ways to make Taj all wide eyed and smiley again. He would turn and pull the stetson off the seat behind him and drop it back on his head with a smile. As he stood a tip of brim was offered to the Lady Wyndael before he made his way to the balcony's door. He turned back to offer her a smile.

"Thanks for thinkin so highly of me. I hope she does too.Maybe someday I'll bring her around. I bet you two would hit it off great. You know maybe do some shopping or something. Gals around here like shoppin right?"

He nodded of course women liked to shop. What the hell was he thinking. Another smile and another tip of the stetsons brim and Mason was wandering back through the house and down the stairs. He looked around when he got outside and went right for the caves. It only took him ten minutes to get there from the tree house. He walked very carefully past the skeletal dragon and straight for the door. He knocked hard lighting a new cigarette while he waited. He was sure Feilas was home because he could hear the baby inside making a whole lot of giggling noise. So Mason just leaned against the wall and smoked his cigarette. Waiting patiently.

The noise quieted and a woman came to the door. Mason was shocked to see it wasnt Feilas. A quirk of his brow as the woman canted her head to him. Who was she? And where was Mister Wyndael? He cleared his throat and spoke up to the woman.

"Hey um... The Lady Alana sent me to come and pick up Feilas. I am assuming you are the Nanny who will be taking care of Gaven while Alana and Feilas get settled back into the new house. Im Mason...Kinda a go to guy for the lady Alana."

The Nanny cocked her head to one side as if she was very confused. Mason canted his head when she did and raised a brow. The Nanny handed Mason a letter and he looked at it. He assumed it was from Feilas. But this didnt make any sense.

"Bring it to her. He asked me to make sure it went to her. But I cant tell you where he went. It would be best asked of your employer. She will be better apt to tell you everything. I do nae wish to step on her toes. Or is wishes."

And with that the door was shut in his face. He just sighed and looked down at the letter in his hand. This wasnt going to be good and he knew it. He turned on the heel of his boots and walked slowly back to the glen. Each step he thought of what he was going to do when he got there. A deep sigh as he pushed through the door looking for Alana. She wasnt in the living room or on the balcony so he knocked on her bedroom door and stepped in when he was told it was alright. She was in bed and Mason wandered in and set the letter down beside her and nudged it towards her. He sat on the bed incase she needed him for anything.

He just stood there. A dumbfounded look on his chistled face. A hand lazily dragged to the back of his neck where he scratched for a few moments. Just standing there staring at the bathroom door where she had closed him out. He walked over to the door and knocked leaning in close and talking to her through the door.

Alright Lana...But if you need me...Work your magic into my head and Ill rush on back to come to ya rescue.

The laugh that followed was a nervous one but it was all that he could muster at the moment. His errands were clear to him now as he made his way out of the room hearing nothing from the bathroom where Alana was hiding. He was off the balcony and heading to the caves to talk to the woman in no time. His knock on the door was answered quickly and the woman there smiled to him.

'ow is she doing? Well I hope? I figured that she would want us both to come back to the tree house and so I pulled a bag together for the little one. And called the movers to bring everything back. Did I miss anything?

Masons eyes went wide and he smiled to the woman. She was good and he held up a finger and smiled. Thinking of one more thing. Then realized she had thought of it all and nodded.

Well we will be over shortly you can tell your mistress to await our arrival. Unless youd like to escort us?

Mason lifted that hat and nodded to her a man of few words to those he barely knew. He waited for her to get the bags and the stroller and smiled. He took the bags from the woman so she could push the stroller back to the Treehouse. And off they went.

*A month or two had passed since Feilas had disapeared..No word..As always..No trace..But luck would have it..This eve..The glen was as beautiful as always..Though something was amiss within it. All that was heard was the beating wings of a dragon in the distance, and then..A ferocious roar..For any who knew Feilas..They knew..Ghalidar was near by..Roaring to the sky. The clouds parted in the deep night, and a ray of golden light shot from the clouds, and onto the shore of the lake, It hit the floor with a loud crash and slight expolsion of holy energy. When the dust cleared...It was feilas..beaten...bloodied..and tortured near death..*

*it wasnt long before Feilas regained consiousness and awoken in a fit of terror and scarce. His eyes shimmered blue..No golden light.,.And that is when..He layed eyes on her..And him..The two beings in his life he longed to see more then anything..*

Alana..? Is it..Truely you..?

*It was amazing..having gone from a nightmare..to a dream..His hands reached up to find her cheeks..curessing softly*

It is you! My love! I feel as though I have been through the deepest pits of hell..

*He could only hold to her..breathing softer..*

*He smiled to her every movement..Her every affection..Sitting upon the bed, allowing her to clean him off. He looked horrible..And never thought of admitting it..He was home..For good.*

Aye..You are right love..We will get this settled in the morrow..And..I am..so glad..to be here..

*Is all he could say before her affections began to send him into a well deserved slumber..His eyes flickering open and closed..Revealing his natural blue eyes..He kissed her thigh where his head was resting..and nuzzled in as close as can be..before his dreams would take him*

Alana would fall into a merciless sleep sitting up, her fingers still tangled up in his hair from the stroking. She had been up all night and most of the day staying up and watching him while he slept. There was never too much care when it concerned her husband. Despite his long absence she had never given up on the thought that he would be back. She had tried far too hard to get her life back in order to let it all fall apart when he left this time. She sighed while asleep and her face contorted into something painful. Then back to normal as she felt something in the room with the two of them. Something loud. And she opened an eye to a babbling mason who was now making a break for the door. She smirked to herself. Reaching over to the blanket and pulling it over Feilas who was already completely covered in his pajamas anyway. Something in Mason made him a bit more skittish than the men she was used to. Raising a brow to the door with whom mason was speaking and laughed.

"I am not going to be taking time off save for the next fourty eight hours.. Life will be going on as normally as possible so as not to confuse the baby. Other than that as you can see things will be back to normal around here in no time at all. Why dont you go see Taj now? I can take care of everything around here for a bit. Ill call for you if I need anything."

She smiled to the closed door but never attempted to move her sleeping husband or herself. She simply went back to stroking his hair and leaned back on the pillows of her bed. Her eyes on the window. A brand new start towards her old life. The thought made her smile brighter than she had in a long time and she gently touched her husbands cheek.