elemental and all the work that entailed, how was it going to happen if Lisabelle wanted nothing to do with me?
All roads led to the darkness mage and Sip. Given what had happened to Sip, at the moment that meant that all roads led to Lisabelle.
“Granted, usually you could take paranormal problems to Sip, but since you can’t now, you’ll have to fix them yourself,” Eighellie advised.
She had met up with me, taken one look at my expression, and asked what was wrong. I had mumbled some complaint to which she had offered a rational and even response.
“Why isn’t Keegan ready to go yet?” she asked, looking over my shoulder at the empty dorm. I frowned. “He’s not here,” I said. “Neither of you wanted to stay here last night.”
“He’s not here?” she said. “That’s strange. I don’t think he stayed in Airlee last night.”
“He must have,” I said.
“Let’s get to breakfast. I want my class schedule,” she said. “How am I supposed to be prepared when I don’t have my schedule?”
“I don’t know, Eighellie,” I said. “It’s a real problem.”
We walked to breakfast, both wondering where Keegan was. When we got to the hall, it was already nearly filled with bleary-eyed students.
“So many students excited for their class schedules,” said Eighellie in wonder. “How impressive.”
“Yeah, I’m sure that’s it,” I said.
“Oh, there’s Keegan,” I said, pointing. The tree sprite was in his normal spot in the dining room, shoveling food into his mouth and looking left and right as if he expected a fellow student to lean over the table and take it from him.
“Where were you this morning? I thought we were walking here together,” said Eighellie, sliding into the seat across from him.
I nodded to Greek, who had apparently decided he knew us, and waved to Averett, who was sitting next to fellow vampire Mathew. Averett didn’t wave back, but I thought her cheeks might have turned the very slightest pink. She was a vampire, after all, so I was surprised there was any blushing at all. Greek gave a friendly hello, a fact that neither escaped nor impressed Keegan.
“What are you, my mother?” Keegan demanded. He sounded as disgruntled as I felt.
“Just a concerned friend,” said Eighellie in a huff.
“I was doing something. When I finish I’ll let you in on the secret, which is more than you did for us,” he said.
“Oh, you were doing something,” Eighellie repeated. “Now everything is clear. We’ll just have to follow you to none of our business in the dead of night and see what you’re up to.”
“Where I go you can’t follow, trust me,” said Keegan, shoveling another spoonful of cereal into his mouth. “Where are our class schedules?”
“Do you have a vigil location set up in memory of Ms. Cernal?” Eighellie asked.
“It’s not nice to make fun of the dead,” said Keegan. “And no, I don’t.” The darkness mage shrugged as if to say that truly surprised her.
The Tabble appeared before our class schedules, and the news of the day turned out to be truly surprising. An exposé on the paranormal thief Elam accounted for the rapt expressions and early attendance on the part of many of the students at breakfast.
Excited myself, I leaned over the Tabble and started to read. Keegan must have already read the article, because he eyed me curiously but didn’t comment. We had talked about Elam, but it was mostly the way kids talk about comic book superheroes, with reverence and shock and a steadfast belief that the most amazing stuff they did was real.
Risper unveiled
We have it on good authority, an anonymous source of the highest quality and caliber, in fact, that Risper, who used to be on the committee that was to choose a new Paranormal Public university president, is the world-renowned mastermind thief Elam.
At first this might sound too shocking to be believed. Fear not! How did such a famous and accomplished bounty hunter fall so far
All roads led to the darkness mage and Sip. Given what had happened to Sip, at the moment that meant that all roads led to Lisabelle.
“Granted, usually you could take paranormal problems to Sip, but since you can’t now, you’ll have to fix them yourself,” Eighellie advised.
She had met up with me, taken one look at my expression, and asked what was wrong. I had mumbled some complaint to which she had offered a rational and even response.
“Why isn’t Keegan ready to go yet?” she asked, looking over my shoulder at the empty dorm. I frowned. “He’s not here,” I said. “Neither of you wanted to stay here last night.”
“He’s not here?” she said. “That’s strange. I don’t think he stayed in Airlee last night.”
“He must have,” I said.
“Let’s get to breakfast. I want my class schedule,” she said. “How am I supposed to be prepared when I don’t have my schedule?”
“I don’t know, Eighellie,” I said. “It’s a real problem.”
We walked to breakfast, both wondering where Keegan was. When we got to the hall, it was already nearly filled with bleary-eyed students.
“So many students excited for their class schedules,” said Eighellie in wonder. “How impressive.”
“Yeah, I’m sure that’s it,” I said.
“Oh, there’s Keegan,” I said, pointing. The tree sprite was in his normal spot in the dining room, shoveling food into his mouth and looking left and right as if he expected a fellow student to lean over the table and take it from him.
“Where were you this morning? I thought we were walking here together,” said Eighellie, sliding into the seat across from him.
I nodded to Greek, who had apparently decided he knew us, and waved to Averett, who was sitting next to fellow vampire Mathew. Averett didn’t wave back, but I thought her cheeks might have turned the very slightest pink. She was a vampire, after all, so I was surprised there was any blushing at all. Greek gave a friendly hello, a fact that neither escaped nor impressed Keegan.
“What are you, my mother?” Keegan demanded. He sounded as disgruntled as I felt.
“Just a concerned friend,” said Eighellie in a huff.
“I was doing something. When I finish I’ll let you in on the secret, which is more than you did for us,” he said.
“Oh, you were doing something,” Eighellie repeated. “Now everything is clear. We’ll just have to follow you to none of our business in the dead of night and see what you’re up to.”
“Where I go you can’t follow, trust me,” said Keegan, shoveling another spoonful of cereal into his mouth. “Where are our class schedules?”
“Do you have a vigil location set up in memory of Ms. Cernal?” Eighellie asked.
“It’s not nice to make fun of the dead,” said Keegan. “And no, I don’t.” The darkness mage shrugged as if to say that truly surprised her.
The Tabble appeared before our class schedules, and the news of the day turned out to be truly surprising. An exposé on the paranormal thief Elam accounted for the rapt expressions and early attendance on the part of many of the students at breakfast.
Excited myself, I leaned over the Tabble and started to read. Keegan must have already read the article, because he eyed me curiously but didn’t comment. We had talked about Elam, but it was mostly the way kids talk about comic book superheroes, with reverence and shock and a steadfast belief that the most amazing stuff they did was real.
Risper unveiled
We have it on good authority, an anonymous source of the highest quality and caliber, in fact, that Risper, who used to be on the committee that was to choose a new Paranormal Public university president, is the world-renowned mastermind thief Elam.
At first this might sound too shocking to be believed. Fear not! How did such a famous and accomplished bounty hunter fall so far
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