Angus didn't see Moira for several nights once her father summoned her home. It seemed more like the years that passed that first night he met her...a small eternity. He busied himself with hunting rabbits and a deer; cutting and stacking firewood for winter; smoking meat, scraping hide and digging up part of the yard for planting next spring. He kept having feelings that she was in pain and suffering terribly for three - four days. It drove him crazy with worry. There was no way to know if it was his imagination or what. Then one chilly afternoon, as he was filling the stove with wood to warm the cottage up, Gwidion appeared as he turned to get his flint. "Hails brother Angus! How are ya?" Gwidion waved his hand and a medium sized wicker chest appeared at Angus' feet. "Where's ma little sweetheart, Sheela? 'As she been takin' good care o' ya?" "Aye, I think she's sleepin' round here somewheres. And where's my sweetheart? Is she alright?" Angus demanded to know. "I miss 'er somethin' terrible!" Gwidion smiled. "I took the liberty o' bringin' ya some good clothes. Clean yerself up an' put 'em on. Ya can go see fer yersel'. She's fine...now. She's a surprise fer ya, but go on man and get yersel' dressed! Oh, by the bye...ye'll be meetin' Ma and Papa too. Better steel yersel. Seriously, they ain't as scary as they look...'less o' course ya mean harm. Go, now!" He waved Angus into the bedroom. "Sheeela...? Where are ya lassie? Would ya like ta go 'ome an' see the family?" Sheela popped out of thin air, grinning from horn to horn and nodding. It was night by the time they arrived, though the journey there seemed to take no time at all. Gwidion led him into the courtyard and there was Moira, waiting for him. She looked like the fey princess she was, dressed in a gown instead of her usual garb. Gwidion stood back and watched them embrace. "Aw, you two are so sweet. Are ya gonna tell 'im, Moi? Tell 'im!" It seemed Gwidion could hardly wait for the surprise to be revealed. "Ya look fine darlin' but diff'rent somehow!" Angus noted. "And you look wonderful, Angus! I am diff'rent," Moira smiled a big smile, showing her teeth and half giggling. "Gwidion cured me of ma curse, Angus! No more fangs. No more thirst! It's gone from me!" "Really!? Is it possible? Yer eyes are still red...," Angus could hardly believe it. He felt her cheek. It was warm! "Let's nowt be picky," Gwidion rolled his eyes. "First time 'tis been done ever I think - anywheres!! I'm a genius, I am!" He smiled down at his sister, his usual arrogance suddenly gone from his face. "Now she can be wi' ya whenever she wants...long as Mab an' Magnus approves o' ya," Gwidion smirked. He laid his hand on Angus' shoulder. "Don' worry Angus...I told 'em you was alright - fer a human." "Thank you...I think," Angus grinned. "Thank you, Gwidion!! Y' are a genius, e'en if ya do say so yersel' - but I'll agree wi' ya." He clasped hands with the fey-mage, nearly crushing his hand in his joy. "Ach sorry," he apologized when he saw Gwidion wince. "What of Mog an' his sister?" "We'll be discussin' em at dinner. Jus' remember Angus...she's no' a vampire no more, so she ain't real strong like she was. Don' be crushin' er now," he said with a sly smile and a wink, flexing his fingers. That's me conjurin' hand ya bout broke, lad!" ***** Moira's dress is 'Ravenspirit' by Arki (RDNA). Angus' clothes are 'Argmar' by HMG (DAZ). Thanks for looking and your comments dear friends! Hope all is well in your world :* Rayvn