"Who's that?" A blonde dangled over Blair's shoulder, pointing accusingly at the pink-haired man on Blair's phone screen.
"None of your business." Blair snarled, waving her away. The girl, her seven year old niece, was clinging to her shoulder, tugged violently at the blue-brown curls around Blair's shoulders, staring at her phone. She hadn't an idea where the girls snark and nosieness came from. Her brother wasn't a curious person, and the girls mother was very shy.
"Is it your boyfriend?" Okay, maybe she had picked some of it up from Blair.
"I refuse to be interrogated by a seven year old. Shoo, or we're going home." Blair stood, lifting the girl and plopping her on the ground. The girl scowled, crossing her arms. "Aunt Blair!" She shouted.
Blair sighed heavily, glaring down at Emma. "No." She glanced upwards, snow fluttering downwards, coating the park in a thin white layer. She buried herself deeper into her coat, wishing she could be back in Arizona. But no, she was stuck in Massachusetts with her brother, mother and other family.
The little girl ran off, leaping through the snow, Kit bounding after her, spraying snow up. Just when Blair had sat down again, a shriek of, "Aunt Blair!" Filled the air.
Sighing for the thousandth time that day, she stood, following the girls tracks. "What, Emma?!" She shouted, and promptly stopped dead when she saw why the girl had called her.
In the middle of the abandoned, snowy part, was a doorway. Dark and ornate golden carvings around the sides, swirling and flowering. The door flung open, revealing a dark forest on the other side. Emma squealed, and before Blair could react, leapt through it.
"Em, no!" She pelted forward with her werewolf speed, calling Kit and lunging through the doorway, panicking as she fell to her knees, a yelp echoing in her ears as Kit fell beside her.
She stood, panting, looking around. Kyle. Cam. Clary. A few others that were foreign, but the others were standing there. Real. Solid, not dream-like.
"Kyle?!"
"None of your business." Blair snarled, waving her away. The girl, her seven year old niece, was clinging to her shoulder, tugged violently at the blue-brown curls around Blair's shoulders, staring at her phone. She hadn't an idea where the girls snark and nosieness came from. Her brother wasn't a curious person, and the girls mother was very shy.
"Is it your boyfriend?" Okay, maybe she had picked some of it up from Blair.
"I refuse to be interrogated by a seven year old. Shoo, or we're going home." Blair stood, lifting the girl and plopping her on the ground. The girl scowled, crossing her arms. "Aunt Blair!" She shouted.
Blair sighed heavily, glaring down at Emma. "No." She glanced upwards, snow fluttering downwards, coating the park in a thin white layer. She buried herself deeper into her coat, wishing she could be back in Arizona. But no, she was stuck in Massachusetts with her brother, mother and other family.
The little girl ran off, leaping through the snow, Kit bounding after her, spraying snow up. Just when Blair had sat down again, a shriek of, "Aunt Blair!" Filled the air.
Sighing for the thousandth time that day, she stood, following the girls tracks. "What, Emma?!" She shouted, and promptly stopped dead when she saw why the girl had called her.
In the middle of the abandoned, snowy part, was a doorway. Dark and ornate golden carvings around the sides, swirling and flowering. The door flung open, revealing a dark forest on the other side. Emma squealed, and before Blair could react, leapt through it.
"Em, no!" She pelted forward with her werewolf speed, calling Kit and lunging through the doorway, panicking as she fell to her knees, a yelp echoing in her ears as Kit fell beside her.
She stood, panting, looking around. Kyle. Cam. Clary. A few others that were foreign, but the others were standing there. Real. Solid, not dream-like.
"Kyle?!"