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< Who is this? > asked Niall.

< Septima. Remember me? > She smiled a little. < Catryzna and I are... somewhere very strange. Care to help us out? >

< Of course. Just give me a moment > replied Niall. Niall's gaze returned to normal focus as he spoke to Stephanie and Malcolm.

Septima waited patiently, expressionless.

Niall look surprised for a moment, not realizing that his conversation could be overheard. Then he spoke to Septima, "If you heard what I said to Malcolm and Stephanie, and it offended, then I apologize, and if you didn't overhear me, but are now wondering if you should feel offended, then I apologize again, and will explain what I said to Malcolm and Stephanie when I see you." Sighs, then scowls slightly, "But the question still stands, why contact me and not one of the others?...Wait, Malcolm is getting a Trump out, and I believe he will bring you both here. Why don't you answer me when we're together, it will be easier to figure this out then."

Septima, who had not overheard, but was beginning to be irritated at being made to wait so long, looked at Niall in confusion, her eyelashes flickering over her intensely colored eyes. "Why do you have Malcolm bring us through rather than doing so yourself? Are you so mistrustful of me you do not wish to touch? As for your question, thanks to the trump trick at the palace, yours is the only trump of those of our generation that I possess. Catryzna trusted her ability to protect us from danger during the Trump contact over my own, so I Trumped you."

Niall grimaced, then said apologetically (communicating both telepathically for Septima to hear, and aloud for Malcolm and Stephanie to hear), "I'm sorry, I've only used Trump once, and I thought the card holder had to be the one to pull someone through, not the other way around. But if I can pull you through..." and with that he extended his hand to Septima through the Trump contact.

"I don't have much experience with Trumps, either, but that would be highly inconvenient if it were true," Septima said. She glanced backward extending her hand first toward Catryzna.

Catryzna took Septima's hand, and the two stepped through, appearing as Niall gripped Septima's hand and helped them.

"Welcome back," Malcom grinned.

"Thank you," said Septima, releasing her hold on her cousins. "It was a very interesting sidetrek, although we discovered very little. If it relates to the person at the other end of our trump attempt, he or she is in a very strange locale." She cocked her head to one side, then shook her head. "And you? How have you all been occupied since we split up?"

"Mainly wandering our way to Rebma," shrugged Malcolm as he filled his two wayward cousins on their activities including the importance of the Elemental Patterns. They decided that they should go to the one in Rebma because it weemed to be key... or at least the first step.

"But, I'll let Niall fill you in on the details because it's his fault were doing this," he ended with a playful grin.

"Rebma, good," said Septima. "I had hoped to go that way myself."

She turned to regard Niall.

"Very well...once more from the top," muttered Niall, then more firmly he said, "On my way to the Tir, I came across what I believe to be the Primal Pattern. It wouldn't let me walk it until I had walked all the other Patterns, those being the Elemental Patterns that Malcolm mentioned. The Tir is air, Amber is probably earth, Rebma should represent water, and a Pattern serving for fire should be found where a lighthouse stands; or at least that's my best guess, based upon the images that the Primal Pattern showed me. Then on top of all this, when Cat cast her spell, I heard my father's voice saying that the Pattern wouldn't not stop her, but that rather I should seek the Flame if I want to stop her. The "her" the voice refers to I assume is my sister Rhea, who's been trying very hard to kill me, and now has all of Fairie, the sole Shadow of Tir Nog'th under her control. We," gesturing to Malcolm and Stephanie, "decided to travel to all the Elemental Patterns, walk them, and hope by doing so learn what and where this Flame is that father's voice spoke of."

Niall paused for a moment then continued, "But since Malcolm also heard a voice which told him to go to the City of Brass, and Stephanie said she heard her mother's voice say that we had to seek another way, I wonder if I did really hear my father's voice, or did I hear what someone else wanted me to hear? By the by Malcolm, according to the mythologies I've studied on various Shadows, the City of Brass is the home of the Djinn, the grantors of wishes, and the city resides in the Plane of Fire, another Flame reference if I'm not mistaken." Niall paused for moment, grinned, then looked at Malcolm and Stephanie and spoke, "Did I leave anything out?"

"Probably," grinned Malcolm, "But those were all the high points except that it's gettin' difficult to Walk, so we're takin' a breather before making the final push to Rebma."

"Assuming there's no new information..." Stephanie said. She sat up from her prone and very comfortable position on the little grassy slope with a little sigh. It looked like they were going to be off again, though it was nice to know everyone was fine.

"Well, before we end our rest, tell us what did happen to the two of you?" asked Niall, speaking to Septima and Cat.

"I believe I did, during the Trump call, if you will remember," Septima said. She took a breath and continued, "Catryzna's spell brought us to a strange place swathed in a mist that was... highly sensitive. Bringing up Pattern caused it to become landscape, very green and quite lovely. It was intriguing, but as we had no notion why we had come there, or if it was dangerous, or what had become of you, we decided to return without further exploration."

"Smart," said Malcolm as he straightened out his duster, "But keep it in mind just in case we need to go back. Considering what we were trying to do when y'all took your trip, I'll warrant that it is a place of some significance in the scheme of things... grand or otherwise."

He loosened his scabbard and gripped his sword.

"Now, if we're ready to go on, I believe it's time to move on if y'all are ready and it's my turn to lead. So, if you would all be so kind to follow me, stay close but not too close, be prepared for the worst an' hope for the best, and the other things you're supposed to do as you Walk Shadow... We can go."

He turned and headed for Rebma.

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