Connections to Make

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In the silence of the Frostbitten Fields, through a knot of snow-covered trees, a soft splash echoed through the darkness, breaking the quiet as though it were nothing more than a fragile layer of ice. A hooded figure rose out of the water, though it seemed unbothered by what should have been a freezing dive. He trudged ashore and tilted his hood up to look at the dim stars above, noting their positions. The quiet was different than the uneasy stillness that rested over Perch Hall, and its cold prison of which he had just exited.
The frozen brush crackled, and Pitch turned to see a figure standing there where he had not before, watching him. The velvet muzzle of a goat protruded from under his own thick hood.
“Do you have it?” Pitch asked.
The half-breed tilted his head slightly. “How is she?” he said instead.
The man frowned a little, the expression hard to read with how heavily his hood covered his face. “Struggling. Broken. Alive. Everything you could see from a girl like her.”
“The demon?”
“Demonic.” Pitch shrugged and insistently held out his hand. The goat sighed and outstretched his hoof, and in his cloven fingers was a heavy iron key. Pitch noted the heavy scars on his arms in the dim starlight.
“You passed the first to her.”
“Of course.” He tucked it away in his robes. “I do wonder how you acquire these…”
“King Haddock has nothing but children for guards. Half-breeds are quite trustworthy around his subjects.”
Pitch chuckled at that. “Anyone is. But I feel that is not the whole truth. If it were so easy, I would not need you.”
“The truth costs more than you have to give me. But I am not here to bargain secrets with you. Just to let her go. Both of them.” The goat’s eyes glittered in the starlight.
“As soon as we’re finished here, it will begin.”
Milae nodded, and Pitch turned back to the water, holding out a hand. The surface pulled and twisted as though it was covered by a skin of fat over a cooled meal. It began to glow, and soon the two of them were standing before a rushing portal.
“Remember that she cannot touch the water.”
“Of course…a nix would know this, even a half-nix…”
“Do well in warning her, then.”
The stranger looked at the half-breed oddly. He sniffed. “Perhaps that is something that could…stir certain events along.”
“It may.” In the darkness, the half-breed kept a small smile concealed from Pitch. “But this is no time to take advantage of grieving souls for Hel. I feel she would not approve.”
Lifting a finger, the man shook his head and began to walk away from the goat. “At the end of the day, Hel counts the sheep in her herd, not how they arrived.”
“If you say so.” Milae did not turn to see Pitch leave. “Black.”
The half-nix looked over his shoulder. The goat was staring into the trees.
“Do not presume you know better than the gods. Do not try to take from them. They will prove you wrong at every turn, and name your punishment and their price for your devotion as everything you hold dear.”
His furred arms stirred in the darkness, and he suddenly vanished.
Category:BOTGD
Category:Season 1
Category:Events
Category:Pitch Black
Category:Yun Milae