Fox's Glade i had held it a world away

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her brother.
mona's own spirit seized with pain at the sudden subduing of piper before the homba's words. she knew the seed of it writhed in the girl, despite the joy she had shown here tonight. there was a long silence, but the mayfair knew he would speak again.
and so he did, the ancient whisper wreathing out to embrace them both: he is not lost forever, and will return.
the pair of glowing eyes across the clearing blinked once, as if to drive home the magick one's prediction; then all at once they had winked out, leaving piper and mona alone in the glade with the yipping of foxes as a backdrop.
turning to the younger, the cardinal nudged her shoulder reassuringly. "if he says it will be, it will be, piper," mona whispered, searching the girl's gaze with a smile. "let's go home."
trusting that the other would follow, she turned, beginning to melt into the shadows that would lead them back to the borders, and the safety therein.