“Alright, I’ve decided…” Alyxa said, raising her head and looking at the other eight members of the Coven.
“And?” Maye, the Coven-Queen, asked her impatiently.
“Of all that want to come through, only Bast has any real knowledge of our world, and unless one of you wants to volunteer to babysit Ares or Thor, or put up with Isis’ tears for the rest of your lives, I suggest we bring Bast through.”
“Can we trust her?” one of the others asked, a touch of nerves in her voice.
“They are gods, Delia, they do not deal in human concepts of ‘trust’, they are what they are,” Maye chided.
Delia hung her head.
“Shall we begin then?” Alyxa queried, she was eager to get this over with and return home, hopefully to find that Amy and Morpheus had not turned the place into a fairy’s castle or a teapot; the last five nights since Amy’s arrival had been fraught with unexpected occurrences: fairies serving tea to teddy bears, a candy castle appearing in the backyard, and a complete overhaul of Alyxa’s wardrobe.
“We will make the preparations toni- ”
“No need, kittens, I’m here.”
The Coven went still – apart from Delia, who fainted dead into Maye’s arms – as a very impressive looking cat wandered into their midst; sleek, silver-blue, but with eyes of an eerie gold, and they looked through you as though you weren’t there at all.
“But we – we haven’t do –” one of the girls stuttered.
“The Dreamer’s decision was enough, she is after all the gateway, and I’m hardly in need of full ceremony the way the others are,” the Cat-Goddess informed them, “so I saved you the trouble of incense and candles, and in return,” she seemed to smile, “I ask only that you love me.”
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