Taking the bottle from him she turns back towards the circle..."Safe passage..hmmmm....."
Approaching the circle, "You could of just asked me....I would of told you..."
Althea walks to the entrance stones looking around them, before reaching her hand out to put it through...
{plot call can she?}
"you didn`t seem in the talking mood" he answers quickly, following her and watching to see the effect
As it draws within the boundaries of the stone arch she feels pressure against her hand. An invisible barrier preventing her from pushing through.
"Closed".....
"He p****d me of is all.."
Drinking from the bottle whilst thinking...."Who says we have to wait for something else to open it?....sod this Im hungry...and you always are," said with a grin, "... so lets go eat....."
With a last glance at the circle she heads back to the hut and goes inside...
Cyrus nods thoughtfully , his thought as always are not far from his belly. He tries the same thing as Althea, this time willing the gateway to open {plot?} before following her to the hut collecting the hounds on the way....
Cyrus experiences the same as Althea did.
As he walks towards the hut he hears a voice carried on the wind. “We know how”
The horses shift their feet, their ears pricked and alert
Inside the hut Althea emptys the contents of the earlier sack onto the table and investigates them..
*Might be prudent to keep some of them packed...incase we need to leave in a hurry?.....*
*I just remembered, your carrying meat from the b****s kitchen...must be ripe!*
Realising how long it was since either had eaten or rested properly she stifled a yawn....
*Bread, cheese, meat, fruit...take your pick....* Picking up some bread and cheese she stood eating it staring absent mindedly out the door towards the circle.... washing it down with some of the contents of the opened bottle she wanders to the wooden cot in the corner.
Placing the bottle on the floor she unbuckles her armour and dumping it next to it and kicking her boots off she stretches out on the cot, picking up the bottle she takes a mouthful of the contents...deep in thought.....
*Yeah good idea* he responds *be there in a moment*
Walking back to the hut he addresses the disembodied voice in a whisper "how?" he asks.
Getting to the hut, soothing the horses enroute and hovering on the threshold, he allows the hounds to eat the suspect meat if they so wish and then to settle near Althea so she may rest safely, guarded at all times.
"Whatdya rekon gorgeous" He asks the stallion "trust em?"
On the gentle breeze,from the direction of the barrows the voices return. "Come to us"
"thanks but no, maybe after some dinner" he responds, patting the horses he enters to hut and begins to pick out a meal from the upended sack. As he does he sends a command to have a detachment of troops surrounding the gate, encircle the hut aswell, preventing anything living or dead from disturbing them....