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Zelda was completely over being at Bloor's and everyone around her knew it. Between Manfred constantly blocking her advances (she realized now, at sixteen and twenty, that he was much too old for her, but that honestly didn't matter because she was insanely atrracted to him anyway) and the Bloors encouraging her to do increasingly messed up things to literal children (smashing Olivia Vertigo against a wall with a powerful telekinetic blast didn't seem like it was fair, a good look, or overall morally correct) she was kind of just done with the whole charade. She was tired of being the Bloors little battle maiden, and it showed on her face every time she sat in the stupid homework room with these dumbass kids who thought they were gonna turn the tables. She had broken so many pencils in anger, had glared so many daggers, threatened to levitate these horrified children whenever her brain just couldn't take anymore. Manfted was using her, the Bloors in general were using her, and every moment she sat in this school she thought her blood would ignite. Everything was supposed to change eventually, but Manfred seemed to be frozen in time, blaming everyone but himself for his problems. Blaming her for his failures. She thought eventually he would change too, but every time she had to feel his wrath (he was honestly abusive even though they weren't dating; through her cloud of attraction she would have never put two and two together that he would probably be worse if they were) it was just one more whip strike, one more straw breaking the camel's back.
So she made up her mind: she was going to leave. Her love for Manfred wasn't going to outweigh the beehive steadily buzzing louder and louder in her brain. She had to go. She didn't know why at the time but she knew she would somehow be in danger if she stayed here any longer. Between Paton Yewbeam, Charlie Bone, and Tancred Torsson (the latter two getting older and stronger and more in tune with their endowedments by the day) she knew she couldn't handle it anymore. After Emma Tolly turned into some mad bird and took her and Beth on their little trip, that should have been the end of it.
Manfred punching her in the face and leaving her with a black eye when she wouldn't throw Olivia Vertigo out of the 30 foot high window of the study was the end of it. He wasn't going to change. He truly was frozen in time.
Zelda stole her father's credit card first. There was a $5000 limit on it, enough for a trip to America, hopefully somewhere in the middle of fucking nowhere where she'd never be found, away from drowners and picture travellers and mad Counts. Enough for a rental car and a place to stay for a few months while she figured shit out, and anything else she would need in the meantime like food and gas for the car and a plan B if she had to make a quick getaway.
She then stole her older brother's car, not concerned with his wrath because by the time he realized his car was gone she would be long gone too, and he would never find her and bully her ever again either. She was done with old men telling her what to do, she knew she was powerful and youthful and invincible and untouchable right now. She waited until the literal witching hour, almost one am, and quietly pulled out of her parents' driveway and first headed to Beth Strong's.
She knocked on the door apprehensively and waited for an answer. When there was none, she sighed.
"I guess I'm doing this then. Hope it works." She whispered to herself. "Shit, okay Zel. Concentrate really hard. Look at your feet-----really fucking look at them, okay?"
She took a deep breath, staring at her feet. For a minute nothing happened, and Zelda started to become frustrated. Then, one foot in the air. Then the other. She was floating a few inches above the air, and she grinned.
"Tops."
After that, it was sorta like skating and climbing the air. She climbed herself up to Beth's window on the right side and knocked on it briskly. The tall blond girl came to the window and peered out it, eyes wide when she saw her best friend floating outside. Beth had so many questions, so quickly let her in and quietly shut the window. At fifteen and a half now, she was homely and large, and a bit of a bruiser, but she still loved Zelda dearly as a telekinetic sister and was frankly concerned with her sudden behavior.
"Zelda, what the hell? It's one in the morning, why are you floating outside the window? And why....why do you have Erik's car? He's gonna bloody murder you! I...." Zelda shook her head.
"I'm leaving, Beth. This is me telling you so you don't get mad about me ghosting and I don't feel bad about it." Beth's eyes went wide again. She shook her head wildly.
"And what, leave me to be Manfred's little battle bitch? I saw what he did to you, Zel, and it wasn't right! And if you leave he's gonna do it to me!" This thought hadn't occured to Zelda for some reason in her desperation to get out; Beth would certainly be the next one to incur Manfred's anger, and she couldn't bear to think of the younger girl getting beaten to a bloody pulp over one mistake.
She made a split decision then.
"Pack some things and come with me, then." She said bluntly. "I'll give you like ten minutes to get what you need. But we have to go, like, five minutes ago, okay? Listen....you're right, and it's the reason I have to get out of here. But you're right in that I can't leave you here. Asa....Asa will be fine." She shook her head, "But we'll be dead at the end of this. If it's not Manfred it'll be getting drowned or beng thrown from the air by whatever Emma turns into next, or Charlie Bone doing something wild, or some idiot Count from the twelfth century, or...whatever. We won't survive this." Beth crossed her arms and shook her head again.
"ARE YOU CRAZY?" She whispered as loudly as she could. "They'll...they'll find us." Zelda shook her head too.
"No...listen, I've got connections, okay? We'll be fine. We're gonna be in the middle of nowhere. Safe." Beth bit her lip nervously, tears in her eyes, looking desperately at her friend before she turned away, grabbing a purple duffle bag and filling it with her favorite clothes and comfort items, crying the entire time. She didnt't want to give her life and her family up and essentially become a teen runaway but knew Zelda was right. They had to leave or they were definitely going to die.
When she was ready, they both quietly went out the front door, Beth locking it firmly behind her and leaving the key under the mat. This wasn't her home anymore, so she wouldn't need it. She gave one last sad look at her house before getting in the front passenger seat of Zelda's brother's car. Zelda began to drive, not bothered by the fact that her junior license meant she had a curfew and she wasn't supposed to be driving this late. Desperate times call for desperate measures.
Neither of them spoke the whole drive, although Beth still had a million questions, like where they were going and what nefarious deed Zelda did to pay for all this, Why she decided to take her brother's very expensive and very nice Subaru Impreza Sport and what she planned to do with it.
Suddenly, at a red light, Zelda looked across at the other car perpendicular to them and almost screamed when she saw who was driving it. They made eye contact. Zelda's heart stopped. She looked at Beth, who had also seen Paton Yewbeam driving his bright white camper van in the dead of night. Zelda should have known. Very few cars would be on the road and no one was supposed to be out, it could always be counted on that Mr. Yewbeam would be out regardless, avoiding daylight as a habit now.
Beth nodded. Neither spoke.
Zelda peeled away, doing a hard illegal U-Turn at the light and speeding down the opposite side of the street. She quickly accelerated, nearly reaching sixty miles an hour and weaving in and out of parked cars and signs and other debris on the road, not caring if a cop pulled her over because Paton drove straifght through the intersection despite the light still being red and began tailing her, keeping as safe a distance as he could as he followed the girls through the city streets, just barely tailgaiting them. Zelda sped through the city, passing Ingledew's Bookshop, the Cathedral, giving one last look at Bloor's and saying a silent prayer for Asa and cursing Manfred at the same time. Finally she merged onto the highway and picked up a breakneck speed, Beth looking like she was going to throw up next to her. Zelda didn't have time to feel bad because Paton was hot on her trail again She quickly changed lanes so they were next to each other and Zelda lowered her window.
"FUCK OFF, YEWBEAM!" She screamed, going up to almost eighty miles per hour and passing him, driving out into the night, but for some reason the van was able to catch up despite Zelda and Beth being in a sports car. Zelda mulled this over briefly before realizing what was going on.
"Power boosting the van." She muttered under her breath. She looked at Beth, and then back at the van next to her.
"I'm sorry." She said, before slowing down drastically as Paton flew past her, trying to make what she was about to do as safe as possible. When Paton slowed to match her speed, everything nearly stopped. Zelda turned the wheel hard and collided with Paton, essentially ramming him from the side. This had the intended affect of slowing Paton down to a stop, but also the completely unintentional side affect of causing Zelda and Beth to spin out wildly, coming dangerously close to careening into the median at fifty miles per hour. Zelda and Beth held their breath and looked at each other best they could through the spinning. They were either gonna telekinetically stop the car, or they might die in the ensuing crash.
"STOP!" They both hollered in unison, arms in front of them, risking breaking all their limbs for one chance to finally live away from this madness.
Zelda took her foot off the gas as extra insurance, and inches away from the median the car came to a screeching halt, sending both girls almost hurtling through the windshield, their seatbelts desperatetly clinging to them and pulling them back. The airbags didn't even deploy. They were safe, but shaken. They sat and cried in rhe car, clinging to each other until Paton walked up to the window and knocked on it.
"No one's home." Beth croaked out. Zelda gave her a sharp look and with shaking hands lowered the window once more, not feeling so high and mighty as she did earlier when they were speeding next to each other down the highway. Well, this was it. Their big chance to escape completely shot, and they hadn't even made it out of the city. Paton was surely going to take them either to Dr. Bloor himself or their family homes, where Zelda's brother probably would "bloody murder her" for wrecking his car, but that was beside the point. She looked at Beth trembling beside her, afraid of what Manfred was going to do to them once he caught wind of them trying to escape him, and instantly regretted roping her into this.
"You two young ladies have really done it now." Paton said grimly. "Out." Zelda and Beth glanced at each other but nevertheless did as they were told. He pulled both girls by the arm away from the wreckage of Erik's Subaru, far enough away that they would not be harmed by what he was about to do. Zelda tried to walk back forward, but Paton raised his hand.
"Stand back, now, Miss Dobinski. Miss Strong. I'm doing you a favor and I wouldn't be too pleased if you got harmed by it."
Zelda's eyes went wide as the power booster made every light and electronic element (of which there were many; it was a very fancy car with all the bells and whistles) of the car explode at once, causing the whole car to eventually burst into flames. How was that supposed to help, she and Beth wondered at the same time.
"Um, Mr. Yewbeam...." Zelda started, but Paton put a finger over his lips.
"Save it. I have a very good idea of what's going on here, and...." He ran a hand through his hair, thinking of his own past. How he and Lyell could have escaped if they had a chance, but the chance never appeared. Look what happened to Lyell when he tried to even metaphorically escape the Yewbeams and Bloors and mad Counts and whatnot. Drowned in a quarry in his car, a terrible way to go, and if it hadn't been Paton finding the girls it could have just as easily been them next. They were foolhardy in how brazen their escape plans were, trying to leave in the middle of the night instead of blending into the city the next day after school. All highly suspicious, but Zelda was barely sixteen and Beth wasn't even so yet, and their judgement was clouded by Manfred's viciousness.
"I don't blame you for what you're trying to do here, even if you have attacked my niece and given my fiancee much cause for worry. You just mucked it all up. If I hadn't seen you at the red light you wouldn't have even made it to the airport. Trust me on this." He said simply, looking wistfully in the direction of the quarry.
"So you're going to get into my car and I'm going to drive you there. With my protection you'll have no problem getting where you need to go. I'll even get on the plane with you and make sure you make it over the ocean, but that's as far as I'm gonna go with this. I assume you have some kind of plan, yes?" Zelda nodded.
"The desert. Southern California. Somewhere in the middle of nowhere where no one will ever find us unless they go behind every tree and upturn every rock." Paton nodded.
"Understandable. We'll take a flight to Denver and then I'll put you on a bus the rest of the way. By the time the Bloors realize you're gone you will truly be gone. Just...." He got in the car and motioned for the girls to follow.
"In Califormia, you have to do things like seal your house up for scorpions. I don't know where you got the initial money to leave, and I don't care to know. But I'll provide you with a little more. Whatever credit card you brought with you, I want you to max it out and cut it up." Zelda nodded and gulped. Paton must have known what he was talking about, and she was already frantically on her phone purchasing Beth's plane ticket. It was a five am and between going to Beth's and the car chase it was nearly four now. They didn't have time to argue, really.
"Alright, Mr. Yewbeam. Um...thank you." She said contritely. Paton waved his hand.
"It was serendipitous that I found you two. I wasn't going to let you meet the same fate as Lyell. Besides..." His eyes lingered on the older girl's black eye.
"Listen, like I said, I don't blame you two for wanting to get out of this mess. You've no stake in any of it all, besides your families and...well..." Paton shook his head, reminscing about how a now thirteen year old Charlie came storming into the house bellowing about "that little bitch Zelda Dobinski" only picking on them and causing violence to them because "she had a little hard-on" for Manfred. His mother and Maisie had gravely chastised him for his language until he had explained Zelda had roughly thrown Olivia Vertigo against a wall, snapping her arm. That's when Zelda knew everything was getting out of control, but Paton didn't know that.
"Let's just go." He said gravely, and they drove away, leaving the burning wreckage of the Subaru behind.
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Edgar Badlock was getting older and more tired of his father's realm. He was tired of pretending he didn't know deep down that his grandfather had a hand in his father's brutal murder, he was sick of Harken constantly cheating on his grandmother, as awful as she was. He was sick of being used and abused as he got older and more responsibilities over the realm were laid on his shoulders. He was, after all, the Crown Prince of Badlock, so to speak. He just didn't want it; he never wanted it, all he wanted was to curl up in his little library with all his books. He'd read every single one if he had time, but his grandfather never gave him the time, as there was always a squirra infestation or some kind of Yewbeam rebellion plan to quash. He was seventeen now, as far as he knew, and upon reaching maturity would most likely have to battle his father for control of the realm. He didn't want to, would much rather Harken and Lillith and even his annoying little sister Matilda would leave him alone.
He sat idly reading a book about curses and hexes one day when sure enough, Matilda walked right into his room without knocking. It was super annoying, as she didn't do it to anyone else in the Household, not even the lower rungs like Lilith's ladies-in-waiting. He would do the same to her, but as she was a girl, it wouldn't be appropriate and he knew it. But all he wanted to do was slide through her bedroom wall and honestly just scare the shit out of her so that she never bothered him again, but alas.
"What do you want?" He snapped, not looking up from his book. He was going to engage with Matilda, aged thirteen now and growing into herself as a wise and worldly young woman, as little as possible. He tired of her games and had an itch to get out of here that she only exacerbated. She closed the door behind her. This piqued his curiousity. What could be so serious and private that she felt the need to close a door in a palace where closed doors were expressly forbidden.
"We..don't have much time." Matilda said hesitantly, honestly afraid of her older brother and his temper. But something had happened to her the previous night, something that no one, especially not herself, expected.
She had been getting undressed for bed when suddenly the room around her shook and distorted. They were far away, in an unknown land, somewhere their evil grandfather couldn't find them. They were in some box on wheels, somewhere very warm. Very dry. Standing around a table were her, Edgar, two unknown girls, an older man with wild hair and dark eyes, and...Charlie Bone. The sight of the boy she loved so deeply startled her, as did the vision in general. She fell back on the bed, dizzy and disoriented, heightening the concern and suspicion of her lady-in-waiting, who probably went running to Matilda's grandparents immediately upon realizing that poor Matilda was endowed after all, a clairvoyant.
"What are you talking about?" Edgar asked rudely, still not looking up from his book.
"Listen to me, Edgar!" Matilda said haughtily, knowing every moment Edgar was rude to her was a valuable moment wasted when they could be in the process of leaving. "I know you want to leave, and I want to leave, and....and I think we can. I know we can, in fact. I know we will." Edgar rolled his eyes. There was no way out of Badlock, everyone knew that, and especially not for them. Harken had seen their future, and there was no avoiding it. He didn't know where this sudden burst of optimism from his sister came from, and he didn't care. There was no way out of Badlock, not even really a way out of the palace unless Harken needed something done.
"You're an idiot, Matilda. Do you even think with your brain, or is it that soft-ass, weak-ass heart that guides your dumb actions?" Matilda stamped her foot, now unafraid of Edgar and uncaring whether he came with her or not, even though she knew from the vision that he would. If she had to drag him kicking and screaming she most certainly would, not only because it was in line with her vision, but because despite how rude and mean he was to her constantly, he was still her big brother and she knew he was as done with this place as she was.
"You're not listening, Edgar, that's always been your biggest problem." She said brusquely, crossing her arms. "I said I know. Why don't you think with your brain?" Edgar actually thought on this for a moment before it finally dawned on him, and he realized what kind of dangerous game they were playing now. On one hand, he was terrified of what was going to happen next. If Harken and Liluth found out that Matilda was endowed now, they would probably lock her in some sort of tower and torture preminitions out of hert to their hearts' content. That was a fate worse than death, and despite how annoying and endlessly kind and good-hearted she was, he couldn't bear the thought of his little sister going through that with those sick monsters.
On the other hand, he was relieved. Not only did he have an excuse to finally get the hell out of here, Matilda's premonition had all but ensured that they would get out unharmed. They just had to figure out how to get out. He didn't know if Matilda had a plan, but he waited for whatever she was going to say next with bated breath.
"We just go down." She said simply. "If you can't go through the walls out, we'll just....deal with whatever's underneath." She said solemnly. Edgar cocked his head to the side.
"You're mad. You basically want to go to through the depths of Badlock and get to the other side." Matilda clasped her hands together excitedly and grinned.
"Of course, how else would we do it? And you're the only one who can do it, so let's hop to it before we're further victimized by these people. And..." She furrowed her brow, looking more determined and brave than he had ever seen her. "And I'm going to see Charlie Bone again, one way or another!" Edgar once again rolled his eyes. She was about to risk both life and limb to see some schoolgirl crush of hers from the future. It made no sense to him, but, then again, she had had a vision.
He sighed, rubbing his temples and finally completely putting down the book.
He looked up at his sister, all of thirteen and ready to cut her teeth on actual demons. Strong and beautiful, but also cracked and peeling on the inside: a true queen, indeed, much like Lilith herself.
"Alright, let's get out of here, then. Hold your breath, though, it smells like sulfur and decay where we're going." And holding his breath himself, as well as taking his sister's hand, he made the usual patch of worms appear, except this time it was in the ground below them. As they sank underneath into what was essentially Tartarus, both of them holding their breath in both anticipation of the stench, but what they were about to find in the depths below.
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A year and a half later, it was coming up on Zelda's eighteenth birthday in the next few months, and there was to be a celebration. Well, not a super large one. Beth and Zelda had mostly kept to themselves since being in Joshua Tree, but they had cultivated a small crowd devoted to Zelda and Beth's telekinetic feats, as well as Beth's remarkable ability to read tarot, assumedly because she had a grandmother who could do it as well. Zelda and Beth's new best friend Kat Giordano, known around their trailer park as "Weird Kat", would certainly be there, with her usual duo of cohorts: a musician who could manipulate sound named Thurston Montana (her best friend) and Alex Navarro (her boyfriend), a botakinetic. Kat was a woman of many talents, as well, with her main one being the ability to manipulate water. Her second talent was the ability to make a poison with her own blood, but her third one was the one that caused the whispers to run through the park like ghosts.
Kat being a necromancer had its perks, she supposed, a fact that both Thurston and Alex could attest to, but having taken nearly a decade off her life in exchange for both of theirs was what their other friend Declan McAllistair's mother called "nasty magic" as she shook her head.
Declan would be there as well, and would probably be bring Declan's Patented Parry Ganj, something he had kept from Zelda until she would turn eighteen.
Zelda was making reservations at the local VFW Hall as she left work, (a modest waitressing job once the credit card and the additional thousand dollars given to them by Paton Yewbeam ran out) walking across the dark stormy parking lot by herself. This was the first unusual thing; Zelda never went anywhere alone, even to her car, and moreover, why was it storming in the desert? Zelda had maybe seen it once the whole year and a half she had been in Joshua Tree.
Something was up, but she was trying to multitask, on the phone with the VFW as she unlocked her beater car. She got in, still chatting with the girl on the other side, when a great flash of light burst across the sky. Zelda, thinking it was just a lightning strike, still thought nothing of it as she began the drive back to her and Beth's modest trailer. As she sped across the desert, passing cacti and rock formations on the lonely road, she listened to a song she had had obsessively on repeat....
I was there when you fell from the clouds
And landed in the desert
As the opening lines of her song played, she finally had to take notice of what was going on around her as she heard a loud THUD! atop her car, cutting the music but also killing the engine, the windshield, the roof....
She screamed, ducking to avoid being squished. Nothing moved but the winds howling outside for a moment. Zelda looked around her, at the rocks and cacti she could now use as weapons if she really had to. Shaking like a leaf, she exited the car, crawling out of what was left of the front driver side door and closing it gingerly. She rubbed her head, where a goose egg was already forming where the caved roof had hit her slightly. The car was toast, and when she looked at the sandy shoulder next to her at what had landed on her, she realized this was no mere case of a large chunk of hail just happening to fall on her.
Laying splayed across the desert were two dazed teenagers. Going by what they were wearing, they had either fallen out of an airplane after attending a renaissance fair, or they really weren't from around here.
"Shit." Zelda swore plainly. The girl had long, dark curls and deep brown eyes and was wearing a long red dress emblazoned with golden flowers, and wide brown eyes. She looked oddly familiar, but Zelda couldn't place it, although she noticed they looked startlingly similar, the girl was merely a few years younger.
Her eyes lingered on the young man in front of her. Straw blond hair, green eyes, almost the color of the $20 in her pocket, dressed in the same outrageous type of clothing the girl was, but there was something about him...
"Um, hi." She finally said when she was done being entranced by the young man laying on the ground in front of her. She snapped out of her sudden infatuation to assess if the two of them were injured at all, kneeling in front of the girl first, who seemed dazed but unhurt. Neither spoke still, a fact that had Zelda wary of their presence further. The girl then sat up, bouncing up and down with excitement.
"WE DID IT!" She cheered, looking around at the desert as she sat up and brushed herself off. "Edgar, look, this definitely is not Badlock!" A chill ran down Zelda's spine. Badlock. That was a name she hadn't heard in a while.
She wished she had a gun on her, honestly, so she could send them back from whence they came. She didn't need this shit following her all the way out here. It finally dawned on Zelda. These were the Crown Prince and Princess of Badlock, and they were definitely going to be tracked down here. There was no way.
"Alright." She said finally, looking at her totalled car. "Listen up." She said, prying her thankfully undamaged bike and the ride-along she used when she took Kat's dog for a ride out of the trunk. The boy (man) finally stood and crossed his arms angrily, looking deep into Zelda's eyes for the first time. To her, they were unremarkable, just brown dots on her head, nothing special.
But something happened inside Edgar at that moment. When he saw Zelda, truly saw her, he found her absolutely beautiful. From her long, dark hair pulled into a messy bun that was now very dishevled, her deep chocolate brown eyes just entrancing him. He shook this out of his head, it was silly, he was in a completely unfamiliar place and was not going to take orders from a girl.
He opened his mouth to protest, but instead retched horribly and became bent double at the waist until he finally vomited.
When he looked down at his puke, there was the usual bile and some things he had eaten before his and Matilda's trek to the desert, but there was moreso something very curious.
Violets, stained with bile and vomit, but still bright purple. He never even saw violets in Badlock, let alone had eaten them.
A mixture of concern and curiousity crossed his face before he stood up and actually began to protest.
"Okay...I don't know what the hell that was, but I...why should I go with you?" He asked, not looking at her directly.
"Well. You might actually be safer with me than in the middle of a desert several centuries away from when and where you're supposed to be. I'm Zelda. Zelda Dobinski." Edgar nodded, feeling nauseous again already. He could feel himself swallowing back violet petals as he began to speak again. He burped, producing a single violet. He sighed. Probably a curse from his grandparents to prevent them from leaving, but nothing had happened to Matilda, who was already excitedly climbing into the ride-along car and waiting for the rest to join her.
"Edgar Badlock...but I'm sure you knew that already. I'm eighteen. That's Matilda, she's fourteen and a huge pain in my ass." Zelda nodded, getting on the front of her bike and motioning for Edgar to join her on the back. They were only a few miles away but it wasn't a hard ride, just over some bumpy bits on the way up to their actually townhouse.
"Get on." She said. Edgar looked at the pitiful flowers on the ground, wondering how much he was actually going to throw up having his arms around Zelda's waist.
He took a deep breath and got on the bike, sliding his body around Zelda's, his lips so close to her ear....
He threw up on her immediately, causing her to wince horribly and ditch her hoodie and dress with the car. Underneath was just a camisol and shorts, and Edgar couldn't stop looking at her. Little bitch, how dare she steal his heart so easily?
"Yeah, get in the side car if you're gonna puke 'cause then you can just puke down the side." Edgar nodded, burping up still more flowers.
The bike ride home was mostly silent, but then Matilda started asking questions about the 21st century, wondering if there was any appropriate clothing she could wear, how she should talk, all kinds of questions, until she hit a sore spot with Zelda.
"And then I could see Charlie Bone!" She said happily. Zelda stopped the bike suddenly, seeing the houses in the distance, and glared back at Matilda.
"Don't ever say that name around me, okay?'" Matilda frowned, going slack behind Zelda for a moment.
"But why? He's so kind and brave and smar---" Zelda continued to glare until Matilda fell silent.
"Okay." She said finally, and Zelda started biking again like nothing happened. Edgar threw up violets a few more times before falling asleep in the ride-along.
When they got back to their own house, Zelda knew she and Beth couldn't handle this on her own, what with their two guests being from the thirteenth centurty and one of them constantly puking up flowers. Beth immediately saw them and tried to ask questions, but Zelda held up her hand.
"No. You would not believe what just happened, girl." Beth nodded.
"So we're gonna call Kat." Zelda nodded.
"We're gonna call Kat."