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Early the next evening Tylyr and Belandvyn presented themselves at Ynarra's door, to be, as they phrased it, Marea's Fae escort on her coming adventure. The young witch thanked them both profusely, of course, while her grandmother only smiled, pleased. "Our first stop won't be much of a challenge; we'll be dropping by the Sanctuary, where Gran will be staying for a few weeks," Marea almost apologized to the two Dorch Faes. She didn't like to feel that she was wasting their time.
"Very reasonable," was all that the Maenad commented, but her companion obviously felt the need to start their travels together off with mutual understanding.
"Our time is yours, Mistress. We're here to guard you and guide you if needed, but if not, we're still here with you," said Tylyr, the Ghillie Dhú, only the rims of his gold irises showing in anticipation.
"Please, I'm just Marea," she smiled.