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The woman, Alanna, tapped her chin. "I think I might know what happened."
"So, say it then!" Newkirk spluttered. "I honestly would rather get back on the Leviathan be with millions of fabrications than here, with no sense of where I am!"
"You've got fire in you lad," Alanna rested a hand on his shoulder. "I like that."
He shrugged out of her hold and scrambled to the back of the room, directing this question to Kel, "She isn't a," he dropped his voice real low. "fabricated human, right?"
Kel shook her head and sighed. "No such things, I promise." But I don't even know what that is.. She added mentally and make a reminder to herself to ask him when he was more stable.
Alanna looked at the two of them quizzically, but Kel just waved her on. "I can't be here, Lioness, but I really would like to know what happened to Neal." She bit her lip and looked down. "I'm really quite worried about him."
The Lioness looked at her for a second before saying, "I think I've heard of this before, not too long ago. You're from the future, right?"
Newkirk looked at her strangely. "No. You people are from the past."
The red-headed woman, Alanna, waved this off. "Same thing, same thing. But what I'm trying to explain as simply as possible is that you and my lovely squire Neal must have changed places somehow. So if you're here.."
"Neal must be where ever you came from, then," Kel exclaimed quietly, putting two and two together.
"How is that possible?" Both Kel and Newkirk said at the same time as Alanna rubbed her head.
"I don't know exactly but it has to do when science and magic combine. Neal's gift and I'm assuming you work with science a lot, right Mr. Newkirk?" He nodded curtly, but didn't say anything. "I don't know much about it, but Numair calls it a time rift. You could probably go ask him and if you can't find him, ask Daine or Skysong will show you. I've heard all three are in the castle."
"We better go find him, then," Kel said with a sigh. "I suppose Raoul will be looking for me," she looked at Alanna with hopeful eyes. "Could you-"
"I'll take care of Raoul," Alanna said, pushing them out of the door. "Find Numair and get Mr. Newkirk and my squire safe and sound, okay Kel? Oh, and good luck for your Ordeal, if I'm not there to wish you it." She winked and closed the door.
They walked down the hallway silently and Kel was starting to wonder why Newkirk was so quiet. "Mr. Newkirk?" She asked quietly. "I know this is a lot for you take in, but are you okay?"
"Yeah, fine," he said gruffly, fingering his air pistol. Thinking of air pistols, why haven't they taken that away from me yet? And what kind of human is named Skysong? "I was just wondering what kind of person would name their child Skysong."
Kel looked mighty uncomfortable. "I know how you are with, um, different things .. Mr. Newkirk, but Skysong isn't a .. child."
"Then what is it?"
"...I don't really know how'll you'll take this, but Skysong is a .. dragon.."