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“Now, Ximly…. You know how much I dislike short notice visits…even if you’ve brought the children with you….” Granny brain said quietly, later that evening.

Ximly sighed, her mother had always waited until little ears were out of hearing, so it was now late and they had already eaten and gone to bed. She sat in a chair opposite of her mother in the large study, in front of the fireplace. Her mother sat in an old rocker, stroking Mortimer like a cat while he sat on her lap. “Mom….” Ximly sighed again, “This is very important…..”

“How so?” Granny asked, staring at her daughter with seemingly cold eyes.

“We think the haven’s been infiltrated…. And I’ve a meeting with Joint council this Friday on the topic of security….”

Granny’s eyes widened, “Infiltrated?! By the Poachers??”

Ximly gave a nod. “We’re not sure…. But that’s why I’ve brought Brian and Timmothy over here… Keep them safe until I come to get them again, in this form.”

Granny nodded as Mortimer seemed to gasp at Ximly’s order. The woman never told anyone to wait for her in that form unless it was of dire need, like…. Life or death…. The weasel shook his head and chirped. How long would this take? Two dragons and the deliveries from the other owls would definitely get annoying…..

“I don’t know Morty….” Ximly sighed, “It could take months….”

“Do the boys know?”

Ximly shook her head. “I haven’t told them how long this may take….but keep up with my education schedule for the both of them.”

“But Rika-“

“Brian can teach Timmy, as Timmy can teach him. They’ll need to learn to improvise one way or another…. Don’t let them too far into the forest, keep them at the first boundary for now. I’ll send Coover with a message asking for their progress later in the week. Brian could also use a day of math, he and Orien had a staring contest on the way down here….” Ximly sighed shaking her head before leaning forward to place it in her hands, her elbows resting on her knees.

Granny stood quickly, without giving notice to Mortimer, who in turn was a weasel in flight with a course destined to land hardly. The weasel shook out his fur with a discontented gruff and slinkied his way to Ximly’s feet as Granny went to rub her back.

“I’m sure things will settle down quickly.” Granny said.

“I hope… the last thing we want is me being reinstated back into an SASD post in a city somewhere…. Or expelled altogether for not keeping the Haven out of sight….” Ximly let out a deep and shaky sigh. “Something’s wrong, and I think it’s got to do with Post….” She said after a few minutes of silence. “And I’m afraid to find out what it is…. But it must be done….. that’s why it will be a Joint Council…. I’ve requested it.”

Granny looked flabbergasted, “Requested it!? And The Elder Council agreed?”

“All too willingly….. Elder Scale believes something is up as well… Main Council hasn’t been taking action for some of the other rehabilitation centers, and they’ve apparently been ignoring poaching reports…. Including the one we sent in about recovering those books and the Cockatrice…..” Ximly said, her voice weary.

“Do the others know?”

Ximly shook her head, “I’ve yet to tell Rika the entire story, and it’s best if Tana doesn’t go to the Ministry, as I have a feeling they’re involved as well.”

Granny shook her head, “Dear oh dear…..” She paused for a moment, thinking before walking to her rocker again. “Let’s make you some soup with dumplings before you get on the road again…. And you’ll need a nice rest too…. Can’t be going through Tarron looking like that, now can you?”

Ximly managed a laugh as she looked at her hands, they were completely scaled, and she could feel her wings against her back, and her tail hanging off to the side of her leg. She reached up to her head and sighed, she was completely morphed now. “Aye…. Sleep sounds good…. Do you still have your Sauna?”

“Of course.” Granny laughed, “Same place it always was, I’ll wake you when the soup’s ready.”








Brian listened as the door below their room closed, and he then looked to Tim with a very worried look. “Post…is…protecting….poachers?”
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