Kieran still wasn’t in the habit of checking his phone often. He hadn’t been asleep yet when she called, but he had simply been distracted. After he had woken from the vision, however, he immediately checked his phone and saw the missed call and message. Anabelle had been in his vision, and Kieran was confident now that he needed to bring her to his world. Kieran checked the message, hearing her address given. Something big must have happened. He jumped out of the bed and grabbed some clothing out of the dresser as he listened to the message. When it ended, he put on jeans and a t-shirt, and then called her back. “Anabelle, I am on my way right now.” He said. It wasn’t just the words in the message, it was the tone. He could feel that there had been something bad, and he wasn’t going to make her go through this alone. 

Kieran got to her house about a half-an-hour later, thrusting his phone into his pocket as he walked up to the door. Before he even knocked on the door, he could feel the energy inside. Her mother was a magic-user too, something that he had already suspected. The energy felt a lot like Anabelle’s though, and he had a strong suspicion that she was also a healer. On the one hand, he felt like he might have found two healers to help their cause. At the same time, he was worried that the mother had convinced Anabelle not to help him, so that they could continue to hide in peace. He knocked on the door before he could spend too long debating the different things that could happen once he got inside. He wouldn’t know until he went in and actually spoke to the pair.

The door was answered promptly by a woman who looked like she could have been Anabelle’s sister. Since he knew that Anabelle was an only child, however, this had to be the girl’s mother. “You must be Anabelle’s mother. My name is Kieran.” He held out his right hand to shake hers, trying to be friendly. He had never lied to Anabelle, and he hoped that they would both be open-minded.

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Rhys was surprised that this town was magic-friendly, but she trusted Devon…at least mostly. Rhys stayed quiet as Devon greeted the guards, who let him in happily. “Yea, maybe…” Rhys said, nodding to Devon at the prospect of finding someone to help her. She imagined, at the least, that if she lost control of her abilities, all of the mages around could at least stop her from destroying too much. 

As they continued into the town, she learned that Devon’s friend had even found a healer, which would be quite a talent indeed. Even with the veil she put over her own eyes, Rhys knew that finding a healer was an amazing feat. Rhys greeted the older man politely—he seemed a bit like a grandfather, not that Rhys had ever met hers, but in that he was very nurturing, and seemed interested in talking to Rhys quite a bit. “That… is very nice to hear. Thank you.” She said to the man. She jumped a little when Devon put his arm around her, but nodded in agreement with him when he said that they needed to get something to day. “It was a pleasure to meet you.” Rhys said, and turned to follow Devon away.

“I feel as if I am still in disbelief that a place like this exists.” Rhys admitted to him. They walked by a few restaurants, and Rhys wracked her brain for a few moments trying to recall how much money she had. “Devon, I am not sure if we have enough money for a restaurant…but I contribute what I have.” She offered, pulling her bag off of her shoulder.