[They're gone. The mirror closes behind them, and Alucard sets about packing it into the trunk he and Sypha have created to ensure it can travel whole and undisturbed. It is essential to so many things right now, least of all being the security of home.
Four hours let him put into place the final pieces of safety measures designed to protect castle and Hold. They blend into the forest. They will blare in fury if anything approaches, even birds. (Beyond the local corvids, nothing comes this way.) All is set. All shall be well.
Or if it isn't, they can get back quickly and do what needs to be done.
All the security takes an hour. The next three are dedicated to the spell that Sypha helped modify from Dracula's journals so that Alucard can travel as quickly as he can without leaving the mirror behind. It is all quiet concentration and too much intensity, traveling like a branch of lightening snaking across the sky. Stop at a point for only a moment, then onward, onward, onward until arriving. (There was another spell, but it involved fire. No.)
Light engulfs. The concentration it demands is almost agony, and there are flashes of countrysides Alucard does not know. Rivers. Fleeting things, all until there are woods, there is the smell of food and...
...and Trevor and Sypha.
He walks over to the fire, the dignity and grace undercut by slightly wobbly legs. The mirror's trunk is slung over his back.]
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Four hours let him put into place the final pieces of safety measures designed to protect castle and Hold. They blend into the forest. They will blare in fury if anything approaches, even birds. (Beyond the local corvids, nothing comes this way.) All is set. All shall be well.
Or if it isn't, they can get back quickly and do what needs to be done.
All the security takes an hour. The next three are dedicated to the spell that Sypha helped modify from Dracula's journals so that Alucard can travel as quickly as he can without leaving the mirror behind. It is all quiet concentration and too much intensity, traveling like a branch of lightening snaking across the sky. Stop at a point for only a moment, then onward, onward, onward until arriving. (There was another spell, but it involved fire. No.)
Light engulfs. The concentration it demands is almost agony, and there are flashes of countrysides Alucard does not know. Rivers. Fleeting things, all until there are woods, there is the smell of food and...
...and Trevor and Sypha.
He walks over to the fire, the dignity and grace undercut by slightly wobbly legs. The mirror's trunk is slung over his back.]
I seem to be whole.