rogress that day, though it was an eventful one for its own reasons.  After a half a day of travel, they managed to skirt the farms and come up onto the road and rejoin Kimmies trail.  And once on that road, they started meeting other travellers.  The people didnt panic or run away, which told them all that their descriptions hadnt gotten out to the commoners quite yet, but they also noticed a steady decline in the number of people that passed by.  After a few hours, they met no more travellers, and Ulger noted darkly that that meant that they were going to run up against a patrol of church soldiers very soon, when word of them got back to a local chapel or roving patrol.
	Ulgers prediction was quite accurate.  About an hour before sunset, a column of thirty mounted soldiers came trotting over a small rise and bore down on them, then reined in suddenly when they got close enough to see who they were.  This told Tarrin that the church soldiers did know about them, and had been on the lookout for them.  Tarrin handed Jal off to Dolanna and urged his horse forward, ready to change form and kill them the instant they became an obstruction.
	Stand aside, Tarrin said in a blunt manner.
	By order of the One, you will surrender and be tried for the crime of witchcraft! a thin, reedy looking fellow with a gold tassel hanging from the epaulet of his red uniform called.
	Boy, I just told you to stand aside, Tarrin said, staring at him.  But he glanced back and saw Dolanna, saw the reproachful look on her face, then sighed and looked at the situation through her eyes.  If he killed his way to Kimmie, he was going to create a big mess and put his friends in danger.  On the other hand, he was not going to hide who he was.  After all, he saw it as being relatively pointless now, because of Telven.  He had no doubt that every Priest of the One within a hundred leagues knew exactly who he was and what he could do, and knew all about everyone else in their group as well.  So, he had to reach some kind of a compromise between those two needs.
	Haley came up beside him and whispered, you think youre commanding enough to get the attention of thirty horses?  They dont obey me outright all the time.
	Tarrin chuckled.  I think I can do that, he answered, then looked at the officer.  Ill tell you one more time, stand aside.  Im sure you know who I am and what I can do, so, do you really want to fight with me?
	The man looked a little uncertain, but he drew his sword anyway. Surrender now!
	Fool, Tarrin snorted, then sat up in the saddle and shouted, changing his inflection to allow the animals to understand him.  Run that way for a while! he shouted at the horses, pointing to the north.  Ignore your riders commands!  Run fast and dont let them dismount!
	The horses all blinked, looked at one another, then turned north and bolted at a dead run, leaving a wake of startled shouts and cursing.  The officer, who hadnt had a very good grip on his reins, tumbled out of the saddle after about fifty spans, and was trampled over by about six horses that were running behind his own.  He lay limply in the grass, moaning weakly, and he did not move.
	Nice, Haley complemented.  I never could get that much command into my voice.
	Take some lessons from Triana, Tarrin told him.
	Haley laughed.  No doubt there, he agreed.  You know, eventually theyre going to realize that any soldier on a horse will never get within ten paces of us.
	There are always birds, Tarrin shrugged.  I think a flock of birds descending on them would make it a little hard for them to charge us.
	Haley laughed richly.  Well sic an army of squirrels on them, he said in a devious manner.
	Chipmunks.  Theyre more daring.
	I dont know, I always thought woodchucks were pretty brave, Haley said seriously as they watched the horses continue to pound to the north.
	Well, if we want to delve into the realms of utter daring, then we should definitely be looking into otters, Tarrin replied.  Think an army of otters would make them quiver in terror?
	Haley gave him a look, then laughed delightedly.  Lets stick with birds, he said after a deep breath.  At least theyre always handy.  We might have a tad of a problem rounding up enough otters to make a difference.
	Azakar walked his horse up to them and regarded the prone officer distantly.  Cute, he noted.
	Thank you, Tarrin replied soberly.
	Druids are much more than magic, Zak, Haley chuckled.  Make a Druid your enemy, and all of nature is going to be against you.
	Ill remember that, he said slowly, then urged his horse to continue down the road.
	They camped in a small dell between two low hills, and as Mist cooked, Tarrin made sure to keep Zyri and Jal busy.  Dolanna and Ulger seemed to understand that, so they too kept the children engaged.  While Tarrin worked with Jal to refine his ability, Dolanna taught Zyri a little Sulasian.  Then Ulger took both of them for their sling lesson.  When they were done, and after eating, Tarrin gave them their lesson in bows, then they all sat for a while before going to sleep, engaging in small talk as Tarrin stared up at that strange blue, green, and white moon.  He had the strangest feeling when he looked at it, a feeling that touched on that other part of him, the divine part that was still trying to find itself inside him.  It was distant, but it was a feeling of reaching out, like something, or someone, was desperately trying to talk to him.  He also sensed that something or someone was actively trying to prevent that, an interposing hand between them and Tarrin that sought to block all communication.
	That didnt take any time to figure out.  He could sense, feel, that there were other gods in this dimension,  so that interposing force had to be the One, striving to prevent those other gods from communicating with Tarrin.
	Tarrin? Dolanna said for the fifth time, then she reached out and touched his arm.  Tarrin blinked and looked at her, saw that her dress was soaking wet but had wisps of steam escaping from it, then saw that they were all looking at him.
	What?
	Turn the heat down, hon, Miranda said with a wink, pointing at the fire.  Tarrin saw that she was standing over by the tents, along with everyone but Dolanna.
	Tarrin looked at it, and saw that the flames were white-hot  He felt the heat against his face, and realized that it was hot enough to melt lead.
	Oh.  Sorry, he said, causing the fire to return to normal with barely a thought.
	Alright, Jal, now try to pull the water from my dress, Dolanna instructed, holding her arms out.  And thank you, dear one.  You kept it from bursting into flame.  That was quick thinking, child.
	Jal blushed and gave her a sheepish smile.  Tarrin watched as the boy closed his eyes and screwed his face up in concentration, holding his hands out to Dolanna.  Then, with surprising suddenness, the water saturating her dress pulled out of the fabric in ropy tendrils, collecting into a gyrating ball in front of him.  He collected up enough water to make a ball the size of a sora melon, then froze it solid with a single touch.
	Well done, nice and dry, Dolanna said with quiet praise, which made Jal blush again.  What was that about, dear one? she asked Tarrin.
	I, I could sense someone trying to talk to me, he answered, looking at the moon again.  But I also sensed someone trying to block it.  I think the other gods of this world are trying to contact me, but the One is interfering.
	There are other gods? Zyri asked in surprise.
	Of course there are, Tarrin chided.  Ive sensed them before, when we first arrived here.  But after that, they fell silent.  I never thought to wonder why until now, because Ive always had other things on my mind.
	Perhaps it would be worth our while to try to contact them, Dolanna suggested.  Given the Ones positions, they must be against him.  Perhaps they can give us information that will aid us in finding Kimmie.  Perhaps they can talk to her.
	Tarrin shook his head.  They cant, he told her.  She doesnt know about them or believe in them.  A god cant talk directly to a mortal who doesnt acknowledge his existence.
	That is a rule of our world, dear one.  This is not Sennadar, she reminded him pointedly.
	I know, but its still possible that it applies here.  There are certain rules that apply to all gods, set by the God of All Himself.  That might be one of them, Im not sure.
	Who? Zyri asked.
	The God of All, Tarrin told her absently.  The Creator of all the universes.  This world may have been created by a god, little bit, but this universe was created by the God of All.  He creates a universe and brings into being a single god within it, who he directs to run his or her universe as he sees fit.  On my world, that first god, or goddess in this case, is Ayise.  I dont know who that is here, but Im certain its not the One.
	How do you know?
	A primary god like a first god has unlimited power, little bit.  If the One were that god, wed all be dead.  He could kill us with a thought.
	Then how can the Goddess blackmail Ayise if she has ultimate power? Azakar asked curiously.
	Because she set the rules on Sennadar about how gods control the forces of the universe, and shes bound by them as much as any other god, Zak.  She cant just change them when they dont suit her.  Niamis using those rules to blackmail her mother into letting me come home.
	Well, why cant she?  After all, she has unlimited power.
	When a god makes a contract, they must honor it, Zak, Tarrin told him.  Its one of those rules that the God of All set down.  When Ayise created the system that the gods of Sennadar use, she placed herself inside that system, and because of that shes bound by its rules as much as any other Elder or Younger god.  If shed just kept herself aloof of her system, the she would be able to blow Niami off.  Theres also the fact that Ayise actively invested some of her power into her children.  She doesnt have unlimited power anymore, Zak.  When she had her children, she gave each of them some of her own power.  In a way, if you look at the ten Elder Gods, you can say that the other nine are just extensions of Niamis power, each with a different focus.  But theyre individuals, truly her children, so when she gave away her power to create the Elder Gods, she ended up placing her power into gods that werent just simple extensions of herself.
	Ah.  I think I understand.  Ayise wanted to run the universe with others, not all by herself.
	Thats the general gist of it, Zak, Miranda said with a wink.  Ayise is female, so the motivation to have children and nurture them most likely is the reason why she did what she did.  A male first god probably would have kept all his power for himself.
	I never thought that gender would really matter, Azakar said.  I thought gods would be above that.  I thought they were male or female because they wanted to be.
	Miranda and Tarrin looked at each other, and laughed.  Zak, the concept of gender is a multidimensional constant, Tarrin told him.  The two primal forces in the universe, animus and anima, know no boundaries.  Think of gender as an aspect of the power of the God of All, reaching into every universe.
	Why is that? Zyri asked, then flushed and bowed her head.
	Because the primary focus of the God of All is to create, he answered her.  To make sure of that, the forces of animus and anima infuse the multiverse, and their influence encourages creation.  Thats why, no matter which universe you visit, you are absolutely guaranteed to find one common denominator anywhere you go.
	Males and females, Ulger surmised.
	Tarrin nodded.  Males and females.  And its more than physical, as we all know.  Animus has a different way of thinking than anima, so theres a fundamental difference in how males act than females.  The way that shows up differs from race to race, but males almost always have different ways of doing things than females do.  Thats one way animus and anima maintain separation.
	Thats the truth, Sarraya snickered.
	There are some exceptions, though.  There always are, both in nature and among some societies.  The Selani are a good example of that.  Males and females do act differently, but you have to pay very close attention to see it.  They all seem the same to people who dont know them.
	Where did you learn all this, Tarrin? Ulger asked curiously.
	In answer, Tarrin brought out his wings, then fanned them a little ostentatiously.
	Oh, Ulger said, then he laughed.
	They do more than decorate my back, Ulger, Tarrin said with a slight smile.
	Well, Ive noticed that you and Mist dont act too different, Azakar said slowly.  No offense, he said quickly, looking at Mist.
	None taken, Mist told him.  Though if you think me and Tarrin act alike, you need to pay more attention.
	Were were-cats, Zak, Tarrin explained.  We have something else influencing us that doesnt worry about gender.  Besides, Mist is right.  If you think me and her act alike, you do need to pay more attention.
	Ulger yawned.  Well, this is interesting and all, but wed better draw for guard duty so I can see if I can get some sleep.
	Ill take first watch, Tarrin volunteered.
	I wonder why the first god here doesnt do anything, Sarraya mused.
	Odds are, he simply doesnt care, Tarrin shrugged.  A god whose primary focus is keeping the universe running usually doesnt have time to pay attention to the little things like the One.  He sat down by the fire, which was burning without wood now, but burning brightly and cheerfully in the firepit.  The bottoms of his wings bent in from contact with the ground, and he absently shortened them to take that into account.  Ulger was standing up and stretching, but Dolanna was staring at him in a curious manner, then she sat down before him.  What? he asked her, noticing rather uncomfortably that she was staring at him intently.
	Dear one, she said hesitantly.  Would you do something for me without asking questions?
	Sure, he answered, but why
	She reached up and put her fingers on his lips to silence him.  Bring out your sword, dear one.
	Not sure what she had in mind, he obeyed her, calling forth his sword from the elsewhere.  Alright, here
	Take hold of your amulet, dear one, and try to contact Kimmie.
	I
	No questions, she interrupted.  Just do it.
	He sighed.  Alright, he agreed as he took his amulet in his paw.  Kimmie.
	There was nothing, at least at first.  But after a few seconds, he felt a strange sensation coming from the amulet, as if it was trying to work.  Put your will behind it, dear one, Dolanna told him.  Treat it like a weave.
	Without moving, Tarrin did as she directed, exerting his will against the amulet, treating the device like it was a weave he had created, something that required concentration to weave and maintain.  Kimmie, he called again, with more authority in his voice.
	He distinctly felt something, and there was a faint light touching his eyes from below.  He glanced down, and again saw the blade of his sword limned in ghostly radiance, like wisps of solid light, floating and ghosting around the black blade like smoke.  He nearly lost his concentration when he saw that, but he also felt a sudden surge of power rise up in the sword, surge into him through his grip on the hilt, a power that felt so much like the power of Sorcery that he could not have told them apart.  He directed that power into his amulet almost by instinct, and brightly light erupted from between his fingers as the device flared into incandescence.  The muted flows in his amulet surged with power, and that power reached out, he felt it reach out, spanning an unknown gap.
	T-Tarrin?  Am I going crazy? Kimmies voice weakly emanated from between his fingers.
	Kimmie! Tarrin said in surprise as more than one person by the fire gaped in astonishment.  Kimmie, weve come to get you!  Where are you?
	Tarrin!  Oh, Tarrin!  Is it really you?  Am I dreaming?  Oh, please dont tell me Im dreaming!
	Tarrin exchanged confused looks with Mist.  Kimmie, whats wrong?  Where are you?  Where is Phandebrass?
	I dont she started, and then there was a strange taint that floated across his fingers.  Well, I see you finally figured out how to use the amulets.
	Tarrins face turned white, because he knew that voice.  It was a voice he thought hed never hear again.  ShazBaket! Tarrin said in an ominous growl.  The Marilith general of Vals armies!  The last hed seen of her, she cut Erons throat and left him for dead just before abducting Jasana!  If you
	Oh please, spare me the empty threats, she said scathingly.  As youve probably deduced by now, your little playmate belongs to me.  You see, after getting banished from Sennadar, Ive been looking for a way to pay you back for destroying my Master.  Well, it was just luck that Kimmie happened to wander away from the protection of your gods, and the One graciously agreed to allow me to come here to give me that opportunity.  But shes not the one I want, Tarrin Kael.  You are.
	If you want me, witch, youll get more of me than you ever dreamed, he hissed.
	Oh, Ive heard, she replied in an infuriatingly conversational tone.  A demigod now, Ive found out.  Turns out you werent god enough to slay my Master without dying yourself, and lost most of your power when your cursed Goddess found some miracle to bring you back.  Demons quiver in fear when they realize they may come up against you.  Certainly, a lowly little marilith like myself could never defeat someone as mighty as you.  But you see, I dont have to, she said with a chuckle.  Turns out that youve pissed off the One something fierce, Tarrin Kael, and hed like to have a little chat with you.  But he wants that little encounter to take place where everyone can see him grind you into the dust.  He didnt think that youd come and face him without a little, incentive.  Its just lucky that I happened along.  Im providing you with sufficient motivation to come face the One, and the One gets to destroy you, which is what I wanted in the first place.
	So, Tarrin Kael, the One extends an invitation for you to come to Pyros and face him in a duel, where he will destroy you.  You dont have to do that, though, but if you dont, then Kimmie becomes my new toy.  Im sure you know what Demons do with the souls of the mortals they possess, Tarrin Kael, she said in an evil little whisper.  If you dont want that for Kimmie, then come to Pyros and just try to defeat a god.
	Tarrin made no sound, but the light around his sword suddenly blazed forth into white fire, a clear indication of his anger and outrage.  That white started staining the wings on his back, as pure, incandescent white infused the wings where they extended from his back and crept steadily towards the edges in a ragged, irregular pattern.  Tarrin rose up onto his feet, his face an icy, emotionless mask.  Ill crush your soul like an egg, Demon, Tarrin said in a barely audible voice, but in a tone that made Dolanna crawl back from him in sudden, inexorable fear.  No matter what it takes.  Ill make you pay.
	Then Ill take that as an acceptance of my offer, she said with morbid enthusiasm.  Oh, and dont think that well just let you waltz into Suld like a visiting carnival, she chuckled.  The One is still coming after you, because he wants to kill everyone with you first.  He wants you to suffer before putting you out of your misery, and I know you oh so well, Tarrin Kael, she said with an evil little lilt in her voice.  The best way to make you suffer is to make those you love suffer.  How will it feel to know that you have to stay with the others to keep them alive, but that delay leaves Kimmie in my tender care that much longer?  Youll keep them alive, but every day youll know that shes suffering, and that you could put an end to it simply by abandoning the others.  I will sing her sweet screams to you every night, she promised in a dreadfully eager voice.
	Tarrins eyes exploded from within with the unholy green aura that marked his anger, and his wings lost their usual smooth composition, flames rising up from the surface that was now reds, oranges, and yellows mixed with snowy white.  His vision began to blur over with red as the impact of the Demoness words sank into his mind, and an image of Kimmie being tortured by that soulless monster every day quickly caused his temper to boil over.  The fire beside him roared up into a pillar of fire that reached halfway to the heavens, the air around him shimmered and took on a palpable aura as his power superheated the air around him, and the searing heat of both it and him assaulted the others and caused the horses to turn and run in fear.
	Uh, Dolanna, Ulger said fearfully.
	Now we run, Dolanna said sagely and with authority.
	Dolanna?  Whats wrong? Zyri asked as Dolanna took her hand, then she yelped when the small woman yanked on it as she broke into a run, forcing the girl to keep up or be dragged.
	Everyone, back! Dolanna shouted.  Move away from him now!
	Dolanna! Zyri squealed.  Whats happening?
	Tarrins going to rage, thats what! Sarraya said fearfully as she buzzed by the girl.  And we dont wanna be anywhere near him when he loses it!
	But not everyone was running away from him.  Mist was instead lunging towards her mate, and Dolanna had turned just in time to see her action.  She was virtually floating through the air as she vaulted at her mate, rising up about ten spans above the ground before descending on a trajectory that would take her right to her mate.  Dolanna saw that she had the empty stewpot in her paws, holding it behind her, and she also saw that Tarrin did not seem to comprehend that Mist was hurtling at him.  She lanced through the air, breaching the shimmering aura that surrounded him, which caused her clothing and her fur to literally burst into flame.  Tarrin did snap his head up to look at her, but only after she was too close to do anything about it, for she whipped the stewpot around with a savage cry, swinging it like a weapon, and she aimed it right at his head.
	The impacting clong was so loud that it made everyone stop in their tracks.  The cast iron pot hit Tarrin right in the temple, and the raw, naked force behind the blow caused the sturdy pot to buckle.  Tarrins head was snapped to the side with a spray of blood, as well soaring skin, hair, and bits of bone, as the pot ripped away his scalp and the nubs that served as legs ripped into his skull.  The pot could do him no true harm, for it was a worked object, not a weapon of nature, but the raw power behind it, wielded by a Were-cat who was nearly as stong as he was, was more than enough to cause the impact of it to knock him senseless, as well as give him a concussion.  Tarrin was flung to the side, through the pillar of fire that was his own creation, his sword spinning from his paw.  It landed point first in the ground and stayed there, wobbling back and forth in the ground as its master collapsed onto his side in a boneless heap, where he did not move.  Mist slowly got to her feet as fire licked at her clothes and in her fur, throwing down the destroyed pot and regarding her mate with eerily emotionless eyes, but she flinched and gapsed when a torrent of water deluged over her.  Jal had run back, and was using his ability to inundate Mist, a large jet of water emanating from his hands as he extinguished the fires burning on her.
	She paid him not a whit of notice, for after standing there a moment as if stunned, she rushed to her mates side, picking his head up off the ground and seeing that he had already healed.  The others also rushed back as Mist carefully checked her mate, and saw that he was merely unconscious.  She had done him no permanent injury.
	Mist! Dolanna said in a frightened tone.  Are you alright?
	Im fine, Dolanna, Mist said grimly, collecting her mate up in her arms.  I need to get him to his bed.
	That was very fast thinking, dear one, Dolanna told her.  Are you hurt?
	Im a little cooked, but Ill be alright, she answered in that same emotionless tone.  Dolanna looked at her, and realized that Mist herself was but one step from flying into a rage as well.  Kimmie was her daughter, after all, and they had all heard the terrible proclamation issued by the Demon who had somehow used Kimmies amulet to speak to them.
	I, see, Dolanna said hesitantly.  Say what it is you need, and it is yours.  We are yours to command.
	Just bring me some water and stay out of my way, she answered, looking down at the diminutive woman with eyes that flickered from within with the greenish aura that marked an angry Were-cat.  Mist was somehow controlling her Cat nature, actively trying to suppress a rage, something that Dolanna knew she had never done before.
	Zyri, stop! Miranda snapped demandingly.
	Dolanna turned to look, and saw that the girl was reaching for the hilt of Tarrins sword, her eyes wide and her expression shaken.
	Dear child, never touch that sword! Dolanna told her quickly and intensely.
	I, I wanted to take it back to him, she told them in surprise.
	Leave it where it is, kiddo, Ulger told her seriously, coming up beside her and putting his hand on her shoulder.  Thats not something that any of us messes with.  When Tarrin wakes up, hell get it.  Until then, it stays right where it is.
	Is it dangerous? she asked.
	If Tarrins not holding it, yes, its very dangerous, Miranda told her.
	Mist snorted, detouring just enough to march over to the sword.  She grabbed hold of the hilt without a second thought, and then pulled it out of the ground.  It wont hurt me, she told them gratingly.  Now soemone hold open the tent flap so I can get Tarrin in bed.

	He first became aware of pain behind his eyes.  It was a dull pain, and it messed with his ears in a way that made him feel like he was both falling and spinning at the same time.  It also darted in and out of his thoughts, scattering them whenever they tried to organize.  He was able to take control of his senses, though, and knew that Mist was in his tent with him, but that she smelled like burnt hair.
	He grunted quietly and opened his eyes, but found his vision both blurred and doubled.  Two hazy images of Mist appeared to his eyes, leaning over him, her visage so distorted that only the scent of her told him who it was.  The image of her sharpened and then became recognizable, but she didnt smile.  He could smell her tension, her pent-up anger.  Whatever was keeping her from exploding was beyond him, because she was but a hairs breadth from flying into a rage.
	Do you remember what happened? Mist asked immediately, still staring at him with those penetrating eyes.
	You hit me with the stewpot, he said in a flinty tone, then he sighed.  Thank you.
	Youre welcome, she answered emotionlessly.  Do you remember the rest?
	The mere mention of that caused his wings to flare with bright light, and his eyes to limn over in green.  Just the thought of Kimmie in clutches of that monster was enough to send him spiraling into a rage, but Mists paws closed over his quickly.  Not here, she told him intensely.  Not now.
	Youre, youre right, he said, blowing out his breath.  Did I hurt anyone?
	No, she replied.  I got to you before you could.  What do we do now?
	What can I do, Mist? he sighed.  I cant leave the others.  That bitch knows that, thats why she taunted me with it.
	How will they know?
	Mist, love, this is the Ones territory.  If hes anything like the Younger Gods back home, he can see anything important that goes on here, and I leave way too much of a footprint to move around without attracting his attention, so he can see what were doing.  If I leave, he can send his troops, or even worse, Demons, after everyone else.  The instant I leave, the rest of you will be swarmed.
	They have to catch us, Tarrin.
	Demons, Mist.  All they have to know is where we are, and they can Teleport right to us.  If I leave, youll get a face full of Demon.
	If they can do that, why havent they done it by now? she asked pointedly.
	I, I dont really know, he answered honestly.  They can do it.  Why they havent done it is a mystery to me.  After all, if the One wanted to get rid of me, he could just summon up a few hundred Demons and sic them on us.
	He wants to kill you himself, Mist told him.
	No, he intends to face me because hes the only one who can kill me, he answered.  The question is why make me come to Pyros?  Why not face me here, away from any civilization?
	You can ask him that just before you rip out his heart, Mist told him in a cold, concentrated manner.
	Thats a promise, he answered with narrowed eyes.
	You dont touch the Demon bitch, Tarrin, Mist warned him, flexing her fingers as her eyes exploded from within with green light, and her ears laid back.  She has my daughter, and that matters much more than what she means to you.  The Demon is mine.
	At that moment, Tarrin felt a fleeting feeling of pity for ShazBaket.  If the Demoness could look into Mists eyes at that very moment, she would know true fear.  On Sennadar, there were three understood rules which all life followed.  Be in harmony with nature, be in harmony with the gods, and never make Mist angry.
	He put his paw on her cheek, and she patted the back of it fondly.  Do you feel well enough to move?  Were breaking camp and moving on.
	Are the others ready?
	No, but they will be, she answered brusquely.
	What time is it?
	Midnight, more or less.
	Theyre asleep?
	No.
	Have they slept at all?
	I dont think so.  Theyre waiting to see if youll be alright.
	Tarrin got up.  We should move now, if only because the Ones troops have to travel to reach us.  And I know theyre coming, so we shouldnt make it easy for them.  He glanced at his wings, then folded them behind him rather than retract them.  We can stop somewhere and get some rest, then move on.  He looked at her.  Lets pack.
	 Ill do it, you go out there and make the others get ready.
	He nodded, kissed her on the cheek, then burst from the ten