I didn't comment, though it pissed me off thinking Xeoniteridone was using one of my few remaining planes as a hideout after all. Instead, I looked up into Mabel's eyes. "It's time," I said. "Let's go bait an evil sorcerer."
The air parted beside her, the drach elongating her face and hands already as she leaped through the gap. I followed without looking back, throwing myself into the veil tear, landing firmly on her wide back. I will drop you in a quiet location and hide myself. You must then surrender to Xeoniteridone and make him believe you wish to join his cause. Otherwise, he will simply dose you.
Agreed, I sent. That's a better plan than what I had in mind. Which had been nothing much of anything, to be honest.
Mabel spun on her wingtip and dove for a second tear.
Be safe, my d
