Time for Plans
Jiv’s deep voice pulled her back to the present, her head swirling with barely remembered images. “She’ll be eaten for sure.”
“We can find her, Feera. We’ll get her back.”
“Careless girl… I ought to…”
Bjorke cut him off before he could finish. “Enough, Jiv, you are not helping. I’ll form a search party. I know a very experienced tracker.” She thought of Aurendar. She knew Sorowyn, and Bjorke was certain she’d help. She tossed a fish to Freya, and turned her towards Shattrath. There were plans to be made.
“I’m going after her now.” Feera’s voice was barely understandable over the static on the communications channel. The energies of the time portals interfered with it.
“Feera! Wait, you don’t know where to go!”
“Good. She can get eaten, too.” His words were slurred. Clearly, he’d been drinking heavily.
“Keep a civil tongue in your head, Blood Guard, lest you find it removed.” Her mind raced, and she didn’t have time to coddle her old friend. Time. She almost laughed at the absurdity. They may find Atolli only seconds after she wandered off. Then again… this was not the case for Mabon’s children.
“I’m headed to the Plaguelands, to talk to a gnome about this.” This was no ordinary gnome, however. This was a dragon in disguise. Bjorke had done some work for her in the past, and now wanted some answers. On the long flight up to Chillwind Point, Bjorke mentally assembled her team. Aurendar, to track. Soro…. Would she be up for it? Her own child was lost, and she should be there, but she may not be at her best. Edrick… if he returned in time. Jiv, for protection.
Whistling for Blastit, she headed to the ruins, picking her way through the ghouls and skeletons. Chromie was willing to help. More than willing: she was furious that the timelines had been compromised. She pulled out a schematic and read it over. “Gather these parts, and bring them to me. I’ll make a Chronomatic Temporal Continuum Seeker 3000!” Chromie handed Bjorke a list of parts and rolled up the schematic, tucking it away in her tunic.
Bjorke looked over the parts and nodded. She headed part way down the stairs, and gave Hero a signal. The great, shaggy beast bounded back up the stairs, barking, and snuffling around for the small bit of meat Bjorke had dropped at Chromie’s feet. She slipped into shadow, taking advantage of the chaos caused by a dog nearly knocking over a gnome-sized dragon, and deftly lifted the plans.
Outside, she whistled for Hero. “Good boy!” She gave him a larger piece of meat, and they pair set to work.
