Dark clouds gathered along the horizon, and the wind kicked up against Robin’s jacket. She thrust her fists into her pockets as she walked against the wind. An overgrown cornfield rustled under the wind on the left and right, framing the road as it obscured whatever might be lurking there.
Ava strode past Robin, and lifted her hand toward a house on a hill, at the edge of the road. “There, we’ll find a reliquary suitable for a night’s rest.”
Nodding, Robin quickened her pace to match Ava’s, shadowing the fluttering of Ava’s cloak and dress.
Evening redness matched the clouds and took the diminishing half of the sky as they hurried to the house on the hill. And as they drew closer, the house seemed to grow. With no trees or brush around its lawn, there had been little to reckon its size to from a distance. Only, as they stepped up onto the concrete sidewalk that led to the mansion’s front doors, did they understand its size.
Weeds choked the yard, in uneven squares and rectangles where gardens might have been. Robin examined them for awhile, trying to recognize the different plants for useful herbs.
Ava stood by the door for a moment, half cracking it to look inside. “This home can be made safe,” Ava said, waving for Robin to come closer, to slip inside. And as Robin passed into the home, Ava finished, “We’ll need something to take place for your father’s eidolon. A reliquary.”
