The sun had barely set on Japan before they got the message.
The moon was already setting high in the waning light of the sky, an oblong shape that slowly took over the night. A wide canvas of oranges and blues gave way to darkness, and small holes poked their way through it, twinkling light more and more as the small hand tarried on the clock. Inside the manse, most had gone home or went to sleep, with school being finished for the weekend. All the classrooms were quiet, and their desks bathing more and more in the waxing moonlight. Halls carried a tranquil air about them, a soothing aura brought on by the by the balance and nature of the home's energy. However, all was not at rest, as the spacious and warm study, a place saved for meetings between the staff, sat three people: Jane Smith, Percival Caxton, and Eryl Maelgwyn.Percy wrote:I need all of you here, at Safeholme. Eryl Maelgwyn has returned.
Four, if one counted Jakku, the fiery faerie that sat upon the Alchemist's shoulder.
Eryl, much older and larger than when she had seen everyone last, sat to one end of the room, brushing wavy, black hair from her eye every now and then. She was almost unrecognizable from the short haired, green-eye girl that had tried to kill them all for a piece of Percy's power, prim, proper, and disposed to herself. One reason for her unease would have been Jane, who had not taken much time without keeping the capricious Maelgwyn in her sight. Lawbringer and peacekeeper, the western lady of rugged descent had taken it upon herself to acquiesce to the witch's request to meet with the other Safeholme mages. A proposition, as it was offered, one of great danger that would be sure to assist Percival Caxton in his most dire, and in the near-future, his most final days.
These were all details that Percival provided via his phone, to any that asked for more details than 'Safeholme', 'Eryl', and 'Now'. The urgency was no less, but those already present waited patiently for those who would come to offer their say on the matter. At the moment, the goal was to get opinions to see if the Witch was duly offering something worthwhile, and if she was, what they could do to handle the matter.
A small blaze burned in the fire place, and the glow seemed to offset the faint, veining, and illuminating lines that drew up the man's neck.
"Alright," Percy said. "Any minute now."