It was pleasant to be walking again beneath the boughs of the mighty trees of the Glen. Charles had always found them astonishing ever since he had first seen the small hamlet set amidst titans last Spring. Even though Winter was nearing its end, snow still gripped the trunks of the trees, perched upon branches high overhead, occasionally stirred free by the wind or a creature living amongst them. The road south to the Glen was also covered by snow, the only sign of passage their own.
As Glen Avery was the northernmost town under the curse of Metamor, as well as the under the control of Duke Hassan, the roads North were little travelled. There was hope that such would change, hope that Starven and Politzen might resume trading with them once more. But that was not for a warrior such as he to decide. But there was no doubt that Nasoj would no longer control those towns. The assault had cost the wizard far more than he could have ever realized.
Charles was not worried about that though. As he walked amongst the company of his fellow Long Scouts, triumphant in their return, he could only think about what he would do when he saw his wife Kimberly again. It had been three weeks since they had parted. He could well remember that day, remember her voice, strained, as she begged him not to go. And he could also remember the state of panic Misha had been in. He did not understand why Kimberly could not see that he’d had to go.
It had not been easy being separated from his wife for so long. Their wedding felt as if it had occurred a year ago, and not just a month ago. Charles resolved to be sure he spent at least the next month in Glen Avery before he allowed himself to be cajoled into joining another mission of Misha’s. While he was terribly fond of the fox, he’d been the best man at their wedding after all, he now wanted only the company of his beloved.
Misha was walking next to Caroline the otter. Charles wondered how long it would be before those two were wed. It was only a matter of time of course. He’d have to make Misha promise not to hold the wedding until after Charles was allowed back at Metamor. It was an event he certainly did not want to miss.
Though the fox was still missing an ear and a finger on one paw, he gripped his black axe Whisper tightly and proudly. On the fox’s previous venture up North, the axe had been lost and taken by Nasoj’s troops. It was for its recapture that they had gone deep into the Giantdowns. They had expected a terrible battle, but in the end, it had been returned to them by a poor creature also transformed by Nasoj’s magic.
Charles glanced over his shoulder once at the others with them. Finbar stood just behind Misha, eyes darting this way and that. Danielle was at the ferret’s side, holding his paw in her own. Delacot trundled along just behind them, still a little uncertain in his new form, some cross between a bear and a dog as far as the rat could tell.
That strange stilt fox-woman they had encountered was walking in the centre of their group, her face lost, eyes blank of all but nervous trepidation. Misha had called her kind a Tchau Ayakhu, but the words were as meaningless to the rat as they were to the fox. Charles wished he knew what was lurking in her heart, but in all the time he’d seen her, never once did any breath of intelligence come forth.
Rickkter stood on the other side of her, his face dour and deliberately unreadable. Charles and he had wordlessly agreed not to interfere with each other, once more doing this for a mutual friend. They had kept as wordless as possible as well throughout the venture, and both of them were content to leave it at that.
The raccoon had not yet noticed the rat’s scrutiny, and so Charles let his eyes wander elsewhere. And of course, the largest member of their party was the dragon Pharcellus. His scales were mostly gray, darker on top, lighter on bottom, but around his eyes and tail, crimson ridges added the faintest of colours to his appearance. They had flown back from the north, but being unable to navigate through the massive trees of the Glen, they’d had to land a good distance back up the road and walk the remainder of the way.
Which was all well and good as far as Charles was concerned. It was enjoyable to walk in a land he could call home. Here he could walk freely without fear that he would be ostracized because of his appearance. They’d been forced to stay to the shadows up in the North because of that.
It was shortly after noon when they finally neared the Glen itself. Charles was just about to ask Misha when he thought they’d be greeted when a ball of white dropped down from the trees above, and righted itself, feet planting firmly in the snow. “Charles!” the figure cried out, and the rat recognized him as his student.
“Garigan!” Charles said, letting out a delightful churr. “It is good to see you again!”
The other Long Scouts greeted the ferret as well, smiles on just about every muzzle. Rickkter was perfunctory, but not impolite. “And to see you all coming home in just one piece this time!” Garigan smiled, and then gazed back up at the tree. Several branches hung low across the road. Pharcellus appeared quite unhappy about it, as he could not stretch his wings at all.
“Come on down, Marcus. Get your tail down here too!” The ferret yelled up. He then brushed a bit of dust from his jerkin, revealing a green cloth. Charles could not help but smile proudly as he saw it. His student had remembered his colour.
The exuberant young pine marten let out a low whine of disappointment and scrambled down from his perch as well. He settled in the snow, and gave a pirouette. “Tada!”
Misha smiled and applauded softly. “Very good. We almost didn’t see you this time.”
Marcus scowled again at that and kicked some of the snow with his foot paws. “Oh foo! You wouldn’t have seen me if Garigan hadn’t jumped down I bet!”
Finbar laughed a bit, even as Garigan shook his head, rolling his eyes out of view of the marten. “No, we certainly would not have,” Finbar said, his voice level. There was a distance there, but it was tempered with good humour.
“Well,” Garigan said, “I told Marcus here to go pass the word on back to the others that you were all on your way.”
“And I did it really fast too,” Marcus said, smiling, holding his paws to his vest proudly. “Got back in time to greet you too!”
“Yes,” Garigan muttered good-naturedly. “I just cannot seem to get rid of you.”
“That’s right,” Marcus said, stamping on foot for emphasis.
“Well,” Misha said, interjecting between the two mustelid scouts. “Let us keep moving. Lars had better have his finest ale ready for us when we arrive.”
Caroline flicked one claw against the back of his good ear. The fox winced and smiled to her, moving Whisper from one paw to the other. “I think we are entitled to a good drink. What say you, Finbar?”
Finbar nodded, “Absolutely.” Danielle gave a tug on his arm then, and he blinked, “Well, maybe only one.”
“Edmund?”
Sir Delacot nodded then, his tongue attempting to hang from his muzzle. “Indeed. A broth of brew would be most pleasant.”
“Rickkter?”
The raccoon smiled slightly and nodded. “Nothing like a battle to get you thirsty.”
“Matthias?”
Charles grinned at the sound of his name. “Oh, I certainly think we deserve some. I think I’ll let you all go on in first though, let me know if it’s worth the price Lars will ask you for.”
“You better not rush off to get a drink without first spending some time with your wife,” Caroline admonished, her face narrowing.
Charles barked a laugh, lifting his chewstick from his belt. “Believe me, I’d never think about doing that. Not for long anyway.”
The males all laughed at that, even Rickkter snickering slightly at the rat’s joke. The opposite sex was not nearly as impressed with his bit of levity, but they smiled nevertheless.
“Well, let’s keep moving,” Garigan said, grabbing Marcus by the collar of his shirt and dragging him forward. “I’m sure Lord Avery will want to know how things went.”
Misha nodded, resuming his step. “It will be good to see Brian again. How are things here at the Glen?”
Marcus scrunched his face up to pout at being dragged along, but quickly found his own footing. Garigan let him go then and shrugged ever so slightly. His eyes were on either side of the road as much as they were upon the road. “Oh, much the same as always. At least he and Lord Barnhardt have finally come to an agreement on the hunting south of the Glen.”
“I guess working together to thwart the attack helped then?” Charles asked, nibbling upon the stick. The slight ache that was always there in his teeth abated as he chewed.
“Yes,” Garigan nodded, smiling, his whiskers twitching slightly. “Otherwise it is the same as always. We’ve started preparing for the Equinox Festival, but there is not much that needs to be done.”
“What are you doing for it?” Misha asked, wrapping his free arm about Caroline’s shoulders. She in turn placed one arm around his back.
“Oh, it will be a day of more food than you can eat, more dancing than you should do after eating, and some good music. Nothing quite as elaborate as I’m sure will be put on at Metamor.”
Charles glanced from his student to the other Long Scouts. “Would you all like to come and celebrate the Equinox with us up here? I’m sure there is also more libations than you should drink.” At this he winked, receiving friendly scowls from both Caroline and Danielle.
“We’d love to come,” Misha crowed, his grey eyes filled with delightful anticipation, “Wouldn’t we?”
“Of course,” Finbar and Delacot agreed.
“I would as well,” Rickkter said, his voice quiet, but firm.
“Well, you are all welcome,” Garigan said, nodding to each in turn, even to the Kankoran.
Marcus danced about a little bit ahead of them. “Oh, you’ll love it! Lars is going to make some of his special brew. He mixes all these wines together to...”
The ferret jumped forward at him, making the marten give a shriek. “No telling! It’s supposed to be a surprise!”
The marten pouted once more. “Oh foo! You are no fun at all!”
Garigan nodded. “You better believe it!”
Charles finished nibbling on his chewstick, and set it back into his belt. The road was turning west now. It would only be a few minutes more before they reached the Glen. The trees were taller now, and the branches higher up, giving even the dragon more room to breathe. Charles watched Garigan and the pine marten for a few moments thoughtfully. He really did not know Marcus that well. He was only newly transformed, and nearly had as much energy as the two Avery boys did. They would have to become more acquainted, Charles decided. He seemed like a very nice young fellow.
A sudden greeting from overhead brought their heads up. Several Glenners were perched high up in branches, looking down at them and waving. Each of them had a long bow slung over one shoulder, and their fur and clothing was dusted white. The Long Scouts all waved back, feeling the journey coming to an end. Charles did not feel the strain on his legs though. He was shorter than the others, and so had to move a bit faster to keep up, but over the course of the years, had learned how to move without wearing himself down.
The space between the trees opened up as they entered the Glen proper. A rumbling, satisfied groan came from behind them. Charles saw it was the dragon stretching his wings ever so slightly as they entered into the clearing. His eyes did not stay upon the great beast for long, but were quickly scouring the area to see who was there to greet them. Lord and Lady Avery were descending from their home by the rope, while their kids scrambled on down the side of their tree. Angus and several of his scouts were practising their sword technique off to one side. They stopped and waved as the Long’s passed.
But it was not until they were halfway into the Glen that Charles finally saw her. Standing just before the roots that wound to the entrance to their new home stood a bright blue gem. He saw the elegant dress she wore without truly seeing it, his eyes finding only her face, and then only her eyes. “Kimberly!” he shouted at last, breaking into a run to meet her as she stood with paws clasped before her, resting upon her dress.
And it was only a moment later that Charles saw the other figure standing just behind her. A sweet complexion dressed in a green blouse and brown skirt that seemed very familiar. He’d given that to Kimberly he knew. His eyes found her face, as she was standing a bit taller than his wife. Long face, pink nose, white fur with a few smudges of black along the muzzle. Soft, yet impetuous eyes met his own. It was Baerle.
And then Charles felt the world spin on him, tilt strangely, and he collapsed into the layering of snow covering the ground. He snuffled and pushed himself up, shaking his head, eyes still wide from shock. He glanced about, trying to get his bearings. Straight ahead he saw both Kimberly and Baerle rushing up to him. And he saw quite a bit of Baerle’s legs. He felt a blush creeping up his ears, and hoped nobody else saw it.
“Oh, Charles, are you all right?” Kimberly asked, reaching him first.
Charles was still trying to understand why Baerle was there, standing next to his wife, and wearing one of is wife’s skirts. But he managed to nod and smile to Kimberly. “I am now that you’re here.”
Kimberly knelt a bit before him, the edge of her gown brushing against the snow. He batted one of her paws over his ears, and stood up again. “I am too. Did you get hurt?”
He got to his paws, and kept his eyes locked upon Kimberly. Baerle was standing just to the side watching them both, her face quiet but inquisitive. Charles wrapped his arms around his wife then, and held her close to his chest. He could feel the chill of the metal necklace upon his own neck. “No, I am not hurt. I am a little cold though.”
“Oh, we have a fire burning, so you can sit down and warm yourself up,” Kimberly said, her face all bright smiles. “Baerle started it when we heard you were coming. She also helped me dress. What do you think?” Kimberly held out her skirt with both paws and did a little turn.
Charles finally noticed it, taking a moment to glance up and down. The bright blue dress was meant to be worn in the warmer months, but he enjoyed seeing her in it still. The ribbons behind her sears and over he tail were a lovely touch as well. “I think it’s wonderful.” He let his eyes slip over to Baerle, so many things he wished he could say to her. Was she still hurt? Would she ever forgive him? “You did a lovely job, Baerle.” The words were a bit halting, but sure.
The opossum smiled a bit, her eyes buckling, as if she were holding back a river with them. “Thank you, Charles. I’m glad to see you are home safe.”
Charles nodded his head, “Thank you.”
“Baerle has been keeping me company these last two weeks. She told me all about what you did for the Glen during the assault,” Kimberly said, her eyes focussed upon him only.
“Oh, well that’s good.” And just what had the opossum told her? Had she mentioned the kiss? Charles shivered at the thought of trying to explain that one to her. Baerle only smiled and nodded her head though, stepping back ever so slightly. He looked back to his wife. “Shall we go inside?”
Kimberly smiled and nodded, gripping his arms with her own. “Yes, I have so much to tell you.”
Baerle took another step back. “I’ll see you both again another time. I will leave you to each other.”
But his wife then stepped over to the opossum and gripped her in a firm hug. Baerle was quite surprised by the reaction, but hugged her back just the same. “Thank you, Baerle! Thank you so much! Would you keep coming to tea with me in the afternoon? I’m sure Charles wouldn’t mind.”
Both Charles and Baerle stared at each other for a moment. The rat found himself blushing again, wondering what could possibly have gone on between the opossum and his wife while he’d been gone. “I would love to, thank you so much, Kimberly!” Baerle said. “I should let you two be now.”
Kimberly let her go, and stood by Charles again, wrapping her arm around his. Charles pulled her tight after a moment, his heart tight in his chest. He could feel the sting from Baerle’s slap fresh upon his cheek again. Baerle took several steps back, betraying none of the hurt anger she’d felt in that moment. Charles still gave her an apologetic moue, hoping that she would understand.
Charles felt a paw clasp him on the back then. He spun about on his paws, and was face to face with Misha, who was laughing a bit. “You’d best watch your step there, Matt!”
He felt his ears blush again. “Thank you.”
Misha then bent low, taking Kimberly’s paw in one hand, nuzzling it gently with his muzzle. “Greetings, milady,” he said, genuflecting.
Kimberly giggled spritely at that. “Greetings Misha!”
Caroline was standing just a short distance behind him smiling. Misha’s grin was more mischievous though. “Never fear, for I have brought your husband home safe and sound. I do hope you will allow him to come join us at Lars this evening for the drinks he promised us!”
Kimberly’s eyes turned on her husband. Charles narrowed his gaze at the fox, but could not keep back the small grin that was forming at the edges of his muzzle. “I’ll think about it,” she finally said.
The fox stepped back, still genuflecting ridiculously. “That is all that I ask, milady!” He then stood up, and gave Charles a gentle kick in the tail. “Now hurry up. Go seduce your wife already!”
Charles felt his face flush crimson at that. She was giggling of course at that, her paw finding his own once more. “Very well, I will!” he said faux indignantly, before wrapping his arm more fully about her back, and walking down the path between the roots to their door. “Right after I have something to eat,” he whispered into her ear, before giving the soft flesh a quick, gentle nibbling.
“Oh!” Kimberly exclaimed in a soft low voice. “I have missed you.”
Nuzzling along the side of her face, his whiskers brushing over her fur, Charles could not help but nod. “I’ve missed you too.” He then pulled the door open, feeling the warmth of their home greet him once more.
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