The cloak brooch she'd left with Angus contained a warding spell in case Mog or Damara did come near him. However, she didn't entirely trust that it would work effectively against them. She had to go to Gwidion her brother, and ask his advice. It wasn't known by anyone but the immediate family but Gwidion was even more powerful than their mother. It wasn't good to let that sort of thing out. You know? Gwidion *was* magic - he lived it, radiated it, breathed, exhaled and spoke it. Moira sent a little bird to ask him for a warded meeting on the moors at their usual place. He'd know where. "What's this I hear on the aethyrs bout you, ma bonny sister? A human? Really? You could nae fall in love wi' a faerie, or a fey vampire or e'en just a vampire? Och! Coom 'ere, lass," was his greeting as he cast a ward around them and then embraced her. He'd brought Gorm his familiar with him to keep watch while they talked. "Coom on now an tell me all about it, Moi. I've missed ya so, lass. Ya really should coom 'ome more often, stead o' wanderin like a ghost who don't know they's dead an' gone." They sat down on a nearby fallen tree. "I just feel bad when I go home...father left cos o' me. Ma is good ta me, but guess I feel guilty. I see that loneliness in 'er eyes." "Trust me, Ma luvs ya dear. Ooooh, they still see each other noow an' then! Don' nae think they don't. Gi' me one good reason why I should help ya in this, Moi." Moira bowed her head and shrugged. "I feel like I live in an eternal darkness since...you know...what happened ta me. I hate what I am, Gwidion. But not when I'm round Angus. Angus is like the sunshine in this 'ell. E's got the loveliest smile an e's sooo sweet an' tender, an' good. Nae like Mog. Wisht I'd o' met 'im 30 yarens ago, stead o' that treacherous viper what did this ta me. Mog knows bout Angus an that's what scares me. He an Damara followed 'im out the forest that night. I think they's up ta somethin' evil. I'm a-feared fer Angus, Gwidion. Truly I am. I love 'im. E's the only thing makes me feel happy...like I used ta be." Gwidion's eyes glowed as he leaned down close and whispered in her ear. Gorm poked his head over his master's shoulder, the better to hear. "Coomin' from ye, tis a good 'nuff reason. Don' ya worry Moi, if The Slave or that witch so mooch as lay a finger on 'im they'll deal wi' me. Gonna visit this Angus, if'n ya don' nae mind. I'll gi'im what 'e needs. Ya knooow I'd loove any excuse ta blast both them divils inta oblivion. An if tis fer you ma sweet sister, sooo mooch tha better!" He kissed her on the cheek. "Ah'm tellin' Ma too. She 'ates Mog an' Damara as mooch as us fer all their trouble they make the clans. I got one last question.... Did ya glamour 'im, Moira?" She shook her head. "Nay, Gwidion. I was gonna, but then I could nae do it. If 'e was gonna follow me, it had ta be because 'e wanted to. I won't do that to 'im. Ever. He loves me - I can tell, the way 'e looks at me...touches me." "Well," Gwidion slapped his thigh, "if'n 'e makes ya happy then 'e makes me happy!" He stood up and pulled Moira up, and gave her a farewell embrace. "I'll be seein' ya soon. Take care, now." ***** I think I'll be having some fun with (mad) Gwidion and his dragon - not to mention this figure :) Be sure to ZOOM!! Thanks for your great comments my dears and hope the sun is shining where you are! Rayvn