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CHAPTER THIRTEEN:
Cunning Trickster
Cloak was back in his secluded meditation spot. Perhaps it wasn't the most productive means to with his time. Perhaps it was wrong with the whole silence spell thing going around, but the fact of the matter was there was little that he could do about it. Realm Walkers couldn't really use magic, aside from the occasional "
Expellocorpus", which one could argue isn't really true magic. So, he was sort of out of his league on this one -- something he had a tough time admitting to.
So, he decided to try and see if he could get another vision of Aniyu. He was sure she was an ancestor of his, a
paternal ancestor. Sure that she was contacting him in much the same way his grandfather, his mother's father, used to contact him.
His father's side of the family was such a mystery to him. He knew next to nothing about them. He only saw his paternal grandfather when he was really too young to remember, and spoken to him once when he was fifteen. His mother had a hand in preventing contact, he felt, control freak that she was. So, naturally, he burned with curiosity about that side of his family. The enigma, the mystery . . .
He found himself on a strange landscape thoroughly ensconced in plain, white, featureless fog. Only a single dirt path lied ahead, unimpeded by the fog, but only for a yard or two. But, clearly in view, was a lupine Realm Walker whose cloak was as snow white as her fur.
"Aniyu?" Cloak said.
Aniyu gave no indication that she noticed Cloak's presence, though he was sure that she did. Suddenly, she was engulfed inside the gas, and her silhouette was gone before Cloak could call out, "Wait! No! Don't go!"
Cloak stumbled and ambled forward and he seemed to enter into a clear area, a perfect circle, which followed him as he moved. Gateburst! He was
so close to finding out answers!
So close!
He dwelled on this fact for a bit, then he heard, "Hello, handsome."
Behind him, a vulpine Realm Walker stood, almost seductively, in a violet cloak. She seemed overly promiscuous, even by Realm Walker standards. Cloak didn't trust her. Foxes, including vulpine Realm Walkers, are well-known for being clever and cunning.
"I can help you for what you're looking for, hon," she said.
Cloak's eyes narrowed. He hadn't mentioned that he was looking for something.
"Oh, don't be all paranoid, hon!" she said, her voice strangely alluring. "Just had a look on your face, is all."
Cloak didn't trust this.
"Let me help, dearie," she insisted.
Cloak said nothing, and the silence stretched until it spiralled into awkwardness.
"I don't bite, hon. C'mere. I'll help you," she said. It was very convincing, but Cloak's troubled past was giving him trust issues. "Trust me. I'm just wanting to help."
"I'm sure you are," Cloak said, with subtle sarcasm. "Like a hinkypunk in a bog."
"I'm not entirely sure what a hinkypunk is," the vulpine Realm Walker said, innocently, "but, yes. I only want to help you."
"To find Wolfblitzer, the black wolf?" Cloak said.
"Yes," she replied.
She didn't fall for the trap Cloak had laid, rather inexpertly. But Cloak thought he knew enough about this stranger.
"It won't work, Trickster," he said as he continued to look for Aniyu, only to see his environment to be rushing backwards as he he opened his eyes to the msterial world, having his vision quest broken for the time being.
His communicator was going off, vibrating rather inconveniently. Cloak couldn't help but feel annoyed.
"What d'ya want?" Cloak said, rather rudely.
"Cloak?" Broken said, with no mention or acknowledgment of the Realm Walker's rudeness. "I need you procure something of the utmost importance. It's rather imperative, if we arrive late. If it's
too late, then --"
"Stop beating around the bush," Cloak said, crankily. "What do you need?"