Picking up the Pieces.

Firewalled against all who mean harm,
See the words, obey the charm.
None who disapprove may see!
Warded well and now heed me!

I just portalled back and smoked up to William Tallisker House to get the Mechanical Minion - my part of it, anyway. The portable extension that I'd had with me for so long. It was right where I'd left it just before it all happened.

The room looked different with no carpet, and the scuffed remains of a pentagram was scrawled on the floor. The bed was the same, though. I sat on it, checking out the portable computer. I'd spent a lot of nights in that room. It took a while to learn to sleep with my Little Wolf, at first.

Oh, I don't mean that the way humans mean it - I mean sharing a bed. Erynne is a restless sleeper, and it doesn't matter how many blankets there are, she'll end up with them all. She had nightmares, sometimes, too. (Were-wolves often change under stress. It's a thought that can stay with you, under some circumstances.)

Now I have trouble sleeping without her. I was thinking about the time I'd spent in this dimension as I sat there checking the machine. I must mojo that carpet back before I go. All our stuff was right where we'd left it. It was decent of Grant to leave it all.

I was rather surprised that the Diran, hadn't had most of it! I never thought I'd end up owing one of those, but I do. I guess I'll have to find her, if I can.