|(#TwilightRealm, #Witches, #Dorch #Fae, #Oakenlings, etc. belong to the lovely @LadyLeaf - ALSO Robin the Bubble Magician and Mark Frost)
No one much wanted to spend any more time at the castle of the Yelaadim, and since the group of six no longer had to remain surreptitious, they found a convenient inn where they could rest and heal before splitting up and going home. Of course, everyone wound up in Gran's room, even Elora, who had a thick sleep spell laid on her after the ordeal the two sisters had undergone. It was also the only way to make her stop crying.
"I don't understand," Robin was saying, "the Old Ways don't sound much like what I've heard about the Old Gods..."
"No, indeed," Ynarra responded. "In that time we were beginning to do many things that... weren't quite in accordance with the Old Gods. Perhaps that's why they allowed us to be persecuted so horribly. Or perhaps not. The Old Gods... are the Old Gods. We change. They don't. They can't. Ever."