Thirteen – 02

[This post is from Bryant Tapping’s point of view.]

“So what kind of weird feeling is it, Travis, since David’s too unconscious to tell us what’s what?”  Lilah crossed her arms, canteen still in hand.  The teasing smirk that curved her lips was all too familiar, especially after months on the road together.

Months.  Bryant frowned to himself.  Has it really been months?  We left in the spring.  Late summer now.  I guess it has been, hasn’t it?  He barely suppressed the urge to shake his head as he drifted from where he stood toward Issy and David, the motion unconscious.

Travis made a face and shook his head.  “It’s just—it feels weird, that’s all.  Especially those two kids.”

“Don’t call them kids,” Bryant murmured.  “They looked like they’re about David and Issy’s age.”

“Probably are,” Issy said quietly, glancing up at him.  “Do you really think that we’ll find who we’re looking for here?  Not just the Taleisins, but—”

“Maybe,” Bryant said.  “At least one of the Taleisins is here.  This is where Aoife said that her cousin had come, where her brother was.  The stories…” he let his voice trail away, staring blankly at the wooden plants of the floor.  “I don’t know.  Maybe we’re interpreting the stories wrong.”

“You mean maybe David’s got them wrong.”  Lilah frowned.  “You don’t actually think that, though.”

“No,” Bryant said quietly.  “I don’t.”  He sucked in a breath.  “I think I’m going to go for a walk.”

“Are we allowed to go for a walk?” Issy asked.

“I don’t know,” Bryant admitted as he headed for the door.  “But I guess we’ll find out.”

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