There was a singular moment,
somewhere during the twenty-four hour journey, when Alyxa wondered why Morpheus
and Bast had not simply brought them to Australia the other way. Looking at
Morpheus on the plane, however, made her realise that he was enjoying the new
experience. With all that had been going on, Alyxa had forgotten how new all these
things must be for him; everything was tangibly real compared to Reveille. When
they finally landed in Sydney International, Alyxa could practically taste his
excitement.
“Alright, it took us long enough
to get here. Now what?” she asked, shooting a pointed look at Bast – who everyone
else ignored.
-We check into a hotel, I could
use a nap,- Bast replied calmly.
“You slept on the plane, the
whole way. In my lap,” Alyxa countered.
-And your point is?-
“Enough,” Morpheus murmured, “we
shall find a place to stay and perform more research to find the witch.”
“Most witches aren’t this much
trouble,” Alyxa grumbled, grabbing her suitcase.
-Most witches don’t trade
god-souls with the Prince either,- Bast pointed out. Alyxa eyed her for a moment,
the travel exhaustion was getting to her and it was beginning to frustrate her
that neither of her companions was at all affected. She doubted that Jessica
was having any such issues with Michael; the Arc probably travelled First
Class.
“Alright, whatever, let’s just
go. I need a shower and about a week’s worth of sleep,” she stated, and looked
around for any helpful signs or directions.
-This way,- Bast announced,
padding away silently towards a door that had not been there before, -I know a
place.-
“As long as it’s got a real bed
and a hot bath, I’m fine. Just don’t expect me to deal with any kangaroos.”
-Or wombats. Wombats are extremely
odd.-
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