DELAH
Will do!The voice is a perfect mimicry of Kiada's and it resonates into the minds of Caiside and Jigano. Illusion work has always been an easy trick of the Fae, and Delah wields hers better than most. Tendrils of air and earth are suddenly upon the vulture as she heads back to the Settlement, hands made out of twigs clamp her beak shut and a white noise as loud as any explosion rings out into her mind to silence any mental thoughts she mind try and let loose.
Even if she does though, it will be too late.
There is a creature on her back now and the air beneath her wings is suddenly devastating and unnatural. It bends and controls her feathers, fanning her downwards into a steep glide that will thin out and end in a net...
a net held by those unsettling hands that smell of thunder. A net which will soon be brought to the pit.
Laughter suddenly resounds in Caiside's ears, and the small tugs he had felt once before (had he though?) come again at the scruff on his chest and his large ears. She is coming, this way if you want to avoid her! Or else you will jump! jump! jump! but not to glory Caiside, into the pit! come, come! Their voices shrill, youthful, laughing. Probably not to be trusted.
Out of the corner of his eye, behind Ianto, Caiside can see a tiny golden-sort of sprite. It hovers in the air, flitting to and fro and motioning urgently for him to follow.
In places deep
With roots entwined
I live the life I left behind
With roots entwined
I live the life I left behind
