“Thanks,” Ghost shook Daniel’s hand warmly. Now assuming there isn’t an angry horde outside, we’ll head for home I think.”
“Of course,” Daniel smiled. “You’re welcome here. And I trust we help each other in the future.”
Ghost smiled and after checking that the coast was clear, left with Amber and headed back to the Park. The mood changed as they entered the Park. Despite the deep snow, small animals still skittered and flew about. Birds chirped. They relaxed, feeling the safety of the place as they trudged along the old pathways.
“So what now?” Amber linked her arm through his as they walked, keeping a wary eye out for patches of ice.
“Well, despite the snow, I’d like to go back to the school. Maybe see Gideon first, see if he has any more cryptic ideas for us.”
Amber rolled her eyes. “It would be easier if he just came out and told you. Do you think he actually knows, or is he just guessing?”
“Hard to say. I trust him and I think he trusts me, but well these are difficult times. I’m not either of us is really certain what the effects of my developing my skills further would be, though I suspect he has a better idea of the bigger picture than I do,” Ghost mused.
“You’ve thought about this a lot haven’t you?” Amber replied
“Ah, you know me. Always thinking. It’s just the way I am,” he smiled. “We should probably consider a trip into one of the Conclaves too, especially as you now have some decent clothes to wear.”
Amber looked up at him with surprise in her eyes. “A Conclave? Really?”
Ghost could see the possibilities glittering in her head like a child on Christmas Eve considering what the next day might bring.
“We could use some more supplies,” he said “and the way things are going possibly some more specialized hardware. It depends a lot on what happens at the school. I’d quite like some more information too, but I think the Harlequins and maybe the Librarians could be a better way to go. I don’t want to leave trails for people to follow us.”
“Which Conclave were you thinking of?” Amber asked.
“Probably either Chorus, the Evangelist Conclave, or possibly the Capital. Pros and cons to both,” he replied. “You’ve never been to either have you?”
She shook her head.
“Hmm, an id for you is going to be an issue then.”
Her face fell slightly.
“Oh don’t worry, I can sort something out,” he smiled reassuringly. “They’re both very different places. Chorus is much smaller, and crowded. There’s a surprisingly large black market scattered around it that everyone turns a blind eye to. The overwhelming thing is the noise. People talking, shouting, singing, arguing everywhere,” he paused “and the smells. So many smells. “ He looked around at the snow laden Park and sniffed the crisp air. “Very different to this, takes some getting used to.”
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