Midona smiled breathlessly, "okay, Dei, you win." "If you will pardon my asking so, win what?" Midona turned around to see the faerie girl of two days ago standing in the kitchen doorway. "How did she..." "trully i apologize for interrupting like this, but you left the door open and i wished to speak to you." "well? What about?" "Breath for breath. Gabriel's court killed my brother, and you killed Gabriel. For that you deserve my thanks, at the very least. Blood to blood, I am bound to you. I swear fealty to the nakama, to the hidden court." "if you are to be a member of my court, may I know your name?" "you may. I am Aine." ((note- Aine is pronounced awn-ya. In a slight irish accent. Pretty celtic girl irish, that is, not drunk guy irish.))

Terry looked at the girl.

"I shall set out another room then, for another has been added to our rather dysfunctional family for the time being." He smiled at Blake.

"Would you like to help me?"

Blake shrugged, "sure." [i]why does he speak so formally?[i]

Terry walked to the bedroom without looking at Blake.

"I speak so formally because I live in Victorian London and I do not want to draw attention to myself. I suppose it has stuck. Though I am quite sure you do not want me to speak like Anna. I have lived here long enough to possibly be able to do so."

Blake smiled, "fair enough." ~later~ Midona sat in Terry's living room, knees hugged to her chest. She closed her eyes against the wave of emotions. She hadn't cried in so long, not since Tsu. She was glad blake was safe, of course she was, but Gabriel had been as a brother to her and had died by her hand. For what? Sure, he had hurt Blake, but only because it was what they were. Because he couldn't get them to change their own nature. no more than i can help being a gancancagh. Whatever had been between those two however many years ago had been something real, something special. I'm sorry too, Gabe. Sorry that you two never even had a chance. The halfling heard footsteps behind her. "Midona? My queen?" "go back to bed, Aine." Midona felt Aine's hand on her cheek, catching her tears as they fell. "You made the right choice" "No. Not right. This is never right. I made the only choice I could."