Barbatos..
“How much longer do we wait?” Barbatos growled, He was pacing around the campsite, and in particular, Stolas, who had once again taken up his meditative position and was perched on a log with his eyes closed, legs crossed in front of him, hands relaxed on his knees. The only clue that he was not as serene as he was attempting to appear was that his hair was still rapidly cycling through colors, solid black to platinum, black tips easing up his platinum hair until his hair flashed all platinum to solid black again.
“Patience Barbatos, we haven’t had any signs from Laurel that she’s in trouble.” Stolas murmured, his hair flashing through the colors more quickly for a second or two. Barbatos made a dissatisfied noise in his throat.
“From what I understand, Amy hasn’t been able t
