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A Little Bit of Faith, Trust, and Pixie Dust [Closed]
There's been a small surge in supernatural related news in the media lately. It's only because Daryl's investigating Maria on Simon's behalf that he's even paying attention to said news. But a small story in the one of the local tabloids about a missing little girl that 'flew away' from home caught his attention. It wasn't that he normally gave such things any credence, but after reading it and the very heart-felt plea for the girl's return as quoted from the parents, Daryl thought it sounded just a little too real to be ignored. Maria could wait a few days.
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"Ready."
Her bags were next to them already. "But we should bring food and water." Especially if they ran into Kayla, the poor girl had to be starving.
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Then he was off. Long strides taking him through the house quickly. The cups got rinsed out and left in the sink. The cabinets got raided for snack foods that wouldn't go bad rather than hitting up the fridge. The Other Realm was a weird place where time didn't have the same meaning as it did in their world. An hour there could be minutes here, or it could be months. A lifetime there could be twenty here or a day. At least according to all stories of it that he'd heard. Daryl hadn't actually been in the Other Realm before. This was a major first for him.
"Alright. Got some chi- crisps," because 'chips' were french fries to him, "and we can grab a bottled water at the store before we get to Brent. The witch that broke the curse last night, she gave me a stone that should be able to find the entrance we need. Only works once though. But we gotta start at the place the kid left and follow it from there."
And he was going to paying for her help for months. His paycheck was decent, but it wasn't that decent.
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Daryl gets the smallest of smiles as he Britishifies his Americanisms. "Thank you," she says. "I've got a couple of quid for the water, too." She'd never been to the Other-Realm before, either. So it would be one hell of an adventure. Hopefully, if they got into trouble, she could mention Finnick and avoid some trouble. He was in good standing with the Seelie Court, their newest Lord.
"I remember- uhm. Daryl? If- if you want, you know I'm still, ah, willing to pay the witch."
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"I've got them," she said quietly at the risk of speaking too loud. She had silver and iron jewelry she wore everywhere, except when she was with Finnick. So today was no exception. "we should be alright."
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The ride wasn't too long since Hillingdon was closer to the kid's house than Annie's place was. Daryl parked his bike safely in the garage and pulled out the tracker, following it as it led them to the closest entrance to the Other Realm. This, in turn, led them to a park and set of bowed trees that were vaguely shaped like a doorway when looked at from exactly the right angle.
"Looks like this is it."