"We not going to Threshold?"

d’Artagnan snorted grumpily at his bonded’s question as he veered off up the trail that led to the Heavenly Fields. "To find another Johnny? I can’t face it" he moaned, the whole meeting with Mr Candy Man had rather shaken up the poor Mender who hadn’t been made to cringe like that in a long time. At least the ordeal was over… For now. He had to live with the peppermint idiot! It certainly made the list for the most regrettable things that the Nightshade had ever done. He wasn’t quite sure he could face the Threshold again yet. What if he had a brother? Or worse, a sister? A whole damn family?! With quite forceful purpose, d’Artagnan marched up the trail the led to the top of the fields, forgetting how much of a trek it was. As he neared the top his nostrils were already flaring and his body heaving at the sudden surge of exercise. Had it always been this hard? Anyway, it was better than risking his life in the Threshold. Aramis followed behind whilst watching his bonded with a withered expression and wondering how long it was going to take for his friend to get over the encounter. Not too long, he hoped.

Now he had made the summit, the Nightshade stared across the grassy land that was surrounded by low cloud. It had been a while since the blood bay had last been here. He remembered coming to look for poison supplies with Mesec to complete a quest. His one night wonder, the Moon Goddess, had demanded he bring back certain ingredients to complete the magic he requested. Still, he managed it and she granted him the power. Though the Doctor stayed out of the way of Gods as much as he could, they meddled, the Moon a little too much. They made him nervous so he ignored them unless he really needed something. Like magic, that was always handy in a tight spot.

Thoughtfully, he reached down and took a mouthful of grass, chewing on it as he cast about the area. Not really looking for anything in particular and rather enjoying just doing nothing, it was good to be lazy sometimes and that path was a killer anyway. He was getting old, he needed rests or else the ageing muscles might give in on him. At least, this is what the shade told himself. Aramis, on the other hand, was lurking around with his nose to the floor looking for some spare food to pass the time whilst his merlot friend did nothing for a bit.

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