Got a week, gonna tweak, make it A-ok
Mar. 3rd, 2009 01:19 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
liammaceibhirSpring break, 2044
The wind whipped both Liam's hair and the mane of the jet-black mare he rode, wind generated not by air currents so much as by blazing speed. He could have switched to his own horse-form and ran himself, but his Aunt Cait would have had to slow down to allow him to keep up with her. No shame in that, even his father and uncles couldn't match her when she went all out. Not even Grandda. So in the interests of minimizing travel time and getting the most out of his week-long visit to New York City, he'd asked his aunt if he could ride instead. Not even the additions of his own weight and that of his luggage slowed her down noticeably.
So after a chunk of the borderlands of Faerie had passed in a blur, Cait at last came to a halt. Liam dismounted to allow her to change back to her woman form, the ringlets of her black hair tousled and her skin lightly glowing from the exercise. After a careful check, they emerged into the mortal world behind a dumpster next to the particular skyscraper where Uncle Rory and Marcus had their loft apartment. Liam grinned as he shouldered his hefty backpack, looking up at the building. A week. One whole week plus a weekend to bum around, explore and generally go nuts with Marcus, Chuck and Marcus' new girlfriend Laura.
Aunt Cait snagged his garment bag before he could. "Come on, nephew!" she laughed, grinning at him. "I'm sure that cousin of yours is about ready to climb the walls with impatience by now."
And no doubt Marcus was driving anyone else in his home crazy right along with him. Liam matched Cait's stride as they rounded the corner, entered the lobby past a doorman who bowed them in and summoned the elevator with his aunt's pass key.
The wind whipped both Liam's hair and the mane of the jet-black mare he rode, wind generated not by air currents so much as by blazing speed. He could have switched to his own horse-form and ran himself, but his Aunt Cait would have had to slow down to allow him to keep up with her. No shame in that, even his father and uncles couldn't match her when she went all out. Not even Grandda. So in the interests of minimizing travel time and getting the most out of his week-long visit to New York City, he'd asked his aunt if he could ride instead. Not even the additions of his own weight and that of his luggage slowed her down noticeably.
So after a chunk of the borderlands of Faerie had passed in a blur, Cait at last came to a halt. Liam dismounted to allow her to change back to her woman form, the ringlets of her black hair tousled and her skin lightly glowing from the exercise. After a careful check, they emerged into the mortal world behind a dumpster next to the particular skyscraper where Uncle Rory and Marcus had their loft apartment. Liam grinned as he shouldered his hefty backpack, looking up at the building. A week. One whole week plus a weekend to bum around, explore and generally go nuts with Marcus, Chuck and Marcus' new girlfriend Laura.
Aunt Cait snagged his garment bag before he could. "Come on, nephew!" she laughed, grinning at him. "I'm sure that cousin of yours is about ready to climb the walls with impatience by now."
And no doubt Marcus was driving anyone else in his home crazy right along with him. Liam matched Cait's stride as they rounded the corner, entered the lobby past a doorman who bowed them in and summoned the elevator with his aunt's pass key.
