All We Know...

[Terri Nutkins]

The treehouse was as quiet as ever with the Hedge outside seemingly calm in the wake of these past months since Tickle had been found.

Well, nearly quiet.

Terri had infact recently purchased a wireless stereo, one that could play all her favourite CD's, and was currently singing along to Paramore's All We Know Is Falling. It had to be her favourite album, in all honesty, and was filled with the hope that had resurfaced in Terri's heart. It meant she could still keep Treetop Fashions open.

And so, she sat in her favourite chair, singing to her favourite songs, while reading a book on How-to-Sew-for-Beginners.

[Lesingnon]

Rick entered their Hollow from the Hedge, as opposed to from the mortal world. From the gear he had on him, he'd obviously been out trekking through the thorns. His head swiveled slightly as he determined where exactly in the treehouse the music was coming from. Then he set off towards it even as he slipped out of his jacket and kevlar vest. When he reached the doorway to the room Terri was in he paused slightly, bemused. How someone could sing along to music while still focusing on reading, he had no idea.

Eventually he chuckles softly, before speaking. "Did the place start getting a bit too quiet for your tastes?"

[Terri Nutkins]

Terri's head turned from where she sat, smiling at the sound of her husband. "Maybe just a smidge," she said before placing the book down and rising smoothly to glide over to Rick. Wrapping her arms around his neck, she planted a kiss on the Elemental's lips, letting her hands run through his feathers; always a comfort for her.

"Been busy?" she asked as she broke the kiss, wondering what exactly he got up to on his little jaunts through the hedge.

[Lesingnon]

His own arms wrapped lightly around her waist as she kissed him, brushing against her tail. "You know, you just have the best greetings."

"Not all that busy, no. Just exploring a bit." As dangerous a place as it may have been, tended to enjoy wandering the Hedge's mutable trails and thorny depths. You never knew what useful things you might find. "I've had more free time on my hands since the changing of the seasons."

[Terri Nutkins]

"Yeah, funny thing that," Terri chuckled before becoming a little bit serious, using the wife tone that all husband's come to understand. "I do hope you've been exploring carefully? Just because Tickle is in what can only be described as protective custody doesn't mean the Hedge is a walk in the park."

[Lesingnon]

"Of course." He gave her a reassuring little squeeze as he bent down to place kiss on her forehead. "I'm well aware of how dangerous a place it can be and have every intention of coming back here to you at the end of every day. Besides," he shrugs slightly, "you know I have a few tricks up my sleeve to get me out of trouble."

He certainly had yet to encounter a hob that wanted to mess with him if he became the primal foundation...hopefully it stayed that way.

[Terri Nutkins]

In truth, Terri really couldn't be mad at Rick. She knew that he knew what he was doing which meant that he knew she didn't have to really worry but as the wife, it meant she could still express herself even if he was the Dread Lord of Autumn. That was part of their pledge to each other. To eternally love, laugh and worry.

"You know, that pride of yours could come and bite you right on the tushy one day, my love," Terri joked as she moved away to turn down the music. Even though they saw each other pretty much every day, Terri had to be honest and say it really was nice when Rick wasn't preoccupied with freehold business as the Seasons changed. It meant Rick could be the man she had fallen in love with.

"Did I tell you Rook came a saw me the other week?" she asked, slightly unsure if she had passed on their conversation or not. "He popped into the store as I was stocktaking."

[Lesingnon]

He chuckled again, "Who says it hasn't already?" There were certainly a few times where he'd given it a bit more reign than he probably should have. Thankfully, he'd so far managed to skate through them all and emerge just fine in the end. It was just some of the intervening stuff that had been rough.

He looped his arm back around her slim waist as she turned the music down, tugging her over to the couch to take a seat with him. "No, I don't think you did." One ear tuft received a playful little tweak, "Didn't think you stocked that many suits."

[Terri Nutkins]

"Ha-ha," Terri replied dryly before heading to the larder and getting them both a drink, pouring some juice into two glasses, a wedding present from one guest or another. Passing one to Rick, she took her seat again. "It seems he had a little spot of bother with his fetch and some strange woman who was trying to lure him into some type of bargain by using his children. Rick, he said he watched as his wife was taken, not so long ago by the sounds of it." The fear in what Terri was saying was apparent. It meant They were still in the area, lurking.

[Lesingnon]

"Fuck..."

The word seemed...singularly insufficient just now. And Terri can undoubtedly feel him tense up as he hears the news, his mind racing dwon a hundred different paths. Not the least of which was mentally reviewing the status of the various wards and such placed around their hollow. "How long ago, where? Does he know if it was Fae, hob, or Loyalist?"

The Hedge, mutable as it was, could be both a boon and a source of great frustration to trackers. In the short term the way the place reacted to those who passed through it could be an enormous help. Of course as quickly as the place changed it usually didn't take long for a trail to disappear. Not that they always did. Sometimes there were changes that not even the Hedge could gloss over quickly, sometimes something was simply powerful enough to leave a lasting mark.

And sometimes, for whatever reason, the Hedge seemed to want you to be able to find somoeone...