"What would you prefer?" Billy-Ray asked impishly as Gabe turned around and began backtracking his route. "We could always do the license plate game, I guess, but there's a distinct lack of license plates down here. We'd both lose. Where's the fun in that?"
Beyond that, Billy-Ray didn't know very many travel games. At least, not ones you played with more than one person. He pouted a little as they passed by the original room, door still hanging ajar and cracks in the stone floor visible only to his unique eyesight from this distance. It had been a good C word, too.
The pout solidified into a frown as Billy-Ray realised Gabe was actually going in the right direction now, just as confidently as he had been going in the wrong one a few minutes ago. No muss, no fuss, and barely even a pause; he'd just turned around and kept walking. And it didn't take the sorcerer long to remember why.
Damn it. Billy-Ray could have kicked himself. Mentally, he did, in the hopes that it would somehow catch Gabe as well.
Mind-readers. Cheaters, the whole lot of them.
Billy-Ray struggled to think of something else, to stop paying attention to the hallways they were now walking down. "So why wasn't Valkyrie Cain with you?" After a year of laying low, Billy-Ray wasn't ashamed to admit he missed seeing her shocked and angry reaction to his arrival. It was so very adorable.
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"Is there anything else you'd like to know?"
A loaded question, if ever there was one.
Father O'Reilly bit back a quick reply of Everything, of course! for multiple reasons. The two most important were Solomon, who - despite the calm way he spoke - would probably react better to specific questions right now. And honestly, Father O'Reilly wasn't sure he wanted to know everything. Not right away.
Just the pertinent information, then.
"Who's Pleasant?" was the first question he settled on, taking the juice back to his seat. If both Solomon and the boy called Fletcher Renn knew him, then there was at least a chance Father O'Reilly would meet him eventually. Investigation, he remembered Solomon saying. "A detective-inspector?" He couldn't help a small smile. "Sorcerers have a police force?"
Well, why not? he chided himself. They had seats of government. Sanctuaries. Maybe their police forces were called something different, but any government would need a way to enforce their laws. The more interesting question to Father O'Reilly was what kind of a man would choose to call himself 'Pleasant.'
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Beyond that, Billy-Ray didn't know very many travel games. At least, not ones you played with more than one person. He pouted a little as they passed by the original room, door still hanging ajar and cracks in the stone floor visible only to his unique eyesight from this distance. It had been a good C word, too.
The pout solidified into a frown as Billy-Ray realised Gabe was actually going in the right direction now, just as confidently as he had been going in the wrong one a few minutes ago. No muss, no fuss, and barely even a pause; he'd just turned around and kept walking. And it didn't take the sorcerer long to remember why.
Damn it. Billy-Ray could have kicked himself. Mentally, he did, in the hopes that it would somehow catch Gabe as well.
Mind-readers. Cheaters, the whole lot of them.
Billy-Ray struggled to think of something else, to stop paying attention to the hallways they were now walking down. "So why wasn't Valkyrie Cain with you?" After a year of laying low, Billy-Ray wasn't ashamed to admit he missed seeing her shocked and angry reaction to his arrival. It was so very adorable.
~~
"Is there anything else you'd like to know?"
A loaded question, if ever there was one.
Father O'Reilly bit back a quick reply of Everything, of course! for multiple reasons. The two most important were Solomon, who - despite the calm way he spoke - would probably react better to specific questions right now. And honestly, Father O'Reilly wasn't sure he wanted to know everything. Not right away.
Just the pertinent information, then.
"Who's Pleasant?" was the first question he settled on, taking the juice back to his seat. If both Solomon and the boy called Fletcher Renn knew him, then there was at least a chance Father O'Reilly would meet him eventually. Investigation, he remembered Solomon saying. "A detective-inspector?" He couldn't help a small smile. "Sorcerers have a police force?"
Well, why not? he chided himself. They had seats of government. Sanctuaries. Maybe their police forces were called something different, but any government would need a way to enforce their laws. The more interesting question to Father O'Reilly was what kind of a man would choose to call himself 'Pleasant.'