Bleddyn turned away from the window for the first time with an educated reply. "I think everyone else is heading off with Enchantress..." Movement at the edge of the parking lot caught her distracted eye and she spun to focus on the two retreating figures. "Weird. Aunt River and Aunt Misty are galavanting off somewhere."
Wolfram glanced at her in the mirror, letting out a hissing sigh. "You have nothing to be sorry for." He muttered. "I should be the one to apologize. I shouldn't have snapped like that...sorry..." It means nothing though! It's merely a word it has no meaning!
“No, you had every right too.” Brisa smiled a little at him, a hint of sadness in her eyes, and glanced away back out the window, vision flitting over the landscape. She could sense a strange tenseness between them but couldn’t figure out what it was.
"No. No I didn't." Wolfram growled. He looked around, trying to remember where the bank was exactly. I know it's here somewhere....I've seen it a million times at least.
Brisa opened her mouth to respond when he turned into the parking lot, and suddenly she forgot what she was going to say. She glanced at the bank and fear coursed through her, followed by a wave of relief that they were all actually here, that they had made it, and she reached over and unbuckled her seatbelt with a sigh.
"I really, really hope we aren't to late." He groaned, pulling the key out of the car. Unbuckling his seatbelt, he flung open the door, sliding out of the car, greeted by a cool November breeze, followed by warm rays of sun soothing the claws of the wind with its heat.
“Wolfram, wait.” Brisa slipped out of the car after him and came up next to him, glancing up at his face. “We should wait for the others to get here, shouldn’t we?” She asked, squinting in the light at the bank.
Wolfram paused, craning his head down to look at her. He looked up, drawing his gaze along the cars in the parking lot. "We should...." He muttered, fidgeting impatiently. "But what if she found out its here?!" He spun on his heel, looking at every car, as if looking for a black van. "If she gets that we're done for!"
Brisa nodded a little anxiously, joining him to strain for her friends. “Well, if she does come we do have Lachlan and Finlay with us. We should at least be able to hold her off until the others get here.” She said, glancing up at his worried face.
