Sarah had enlisted Bishop to help her gather and transport supplies. After setting their burdens down they settled themselves on the thick moss beside a spring.
Taking her shoes off, Sarah happily wiggled her toes into the moss before leaning back on her elbows, eyes closed as she listened to the sounds of the surrounding woods. Bishop opening a bottle drew her attention and she gratefully accepted a glass.
She startled as Rook and Erich silently appeared in the clearing, thankfully with far less drama than their arrival in the training room. They padded across the moss and dove into the spring without leaving a ripple.
This was the first time Sarah had seen Erich in fur. She’d heard he was a Mexican Wolf, but never having seen one, assumed he would look like Rook and Bishop. He was smaller in size and she finally understood why the goblins called him a pointy puppy.
Looking over the rim of her glass, Sarah could see they had surfaced in human form and were splashing each other like children. With a shriek, a barn owl swooped into the clearing, hovering over the spring before Jareth changed forms and cannonballed the pair in the water.
Sarah smiled in amusement as the water fight continued before they settled down into what looked like mutual grooming as they took turns to scrub each other’s hair. She swallowed as she realised what this meant, as Jareth had told her they were going hunting and she was quietly happy they were removing evidence of their hunt at a distance.
With the trio having spent much of the preceding weeks monopolising each other's company, Sarah hadn’t had a chance to get to know Erich. Physically, he was a little taller and heavier than Jareth. He had dark hair and the kind of beard Sarah suspected was hiding a baby face. Bishop had told her that he worked with the same agency Above that he and Rook did, but Erich was based in the Berlin office.
What was of note was that since the day of the test, both Rook and Erich had both borne a cascade of marks that spiralled up an arm and Sarah could now see that they continued across part of their back and chest. Rook’s were the same rainbow riot of colour she’d seen in the past, but Erich’s were monochrome. Sarah was reluctant to call them tattoos as the patterns moved and eventually disappeared after a few weeks. She had wondered if they held a deeper meaning or if they were just an excuse for Jareth to indulge in skin contact.
Sarah laughed as Jareth spluttered to the surface after Erich had pulled him under.
Turning to Sarah, Bishop raised an eyebrow. “I’m surprised you didn’t insist on swimwear.”
“Jareth did offer to wear Speedos.”
Bishop roared with laughter. “That would’ve been even more suggestive.”
“Just a little. Well, not little. You know what I mean.” Sarah dissolved into a fit of giggles.
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Spring
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Sarah had enlisted Bishop to help her gather and transport supplies. After setting their burdens down they settled themselves on the thick moss beside a spring.
Taking her shoes off, Sarah happily wiggled her toes into the moss before leaning back on her elbows, eyes closed as she listened to the sounds of the surrounding woods. Bishop opening a bottle drew her attention and she gratefully accepted a glass.
She startled as Rook and Erich silently appeared in the clearing, thankfully with far less drama than their arrival in the training room. They padded across the moss and dove into the spring without leaving a ripple.
This was the first time Sarah had seen Erich in fur. She’d heard he was a Mexican Wolf, but never having seen one, assumed he would look like Rook and Bishop. He was smaller in size and she finally understood why the goblins called him a pointy puppy.
Looking over the rim of her glass, Sarah could see they had surfaced in human form and were splashing each other like children. With a shriek, a barn owl swooped into the clearing, hovering over the spring before Jareth changed forms and cannonballed the pair in the water.
Sarah smiled in amusement as the water fight continued before they settled down into what looked like mutual grooming as they took turns to scrub each other’s hair. She swallowed as she realised what this meant, as Jareth had told her they were going hunting and she was quietly happy they were removing evidence of their hunt at a distance.
With the trio having spent much of the preceding weeks monopolising each other's company, Sarah hadn’t had a chance to get to know Erich. Physically, he was a little taller and heavier than Jareth. He had dark hair and the kind of beard Sarah suspected was hiding a baby face. Bishop had told her that he worked with the same agency Above that he and Rook did, but Erich was based in the Berlin office.
What was of note was that since the day of the test, both Rook and Erich had both borne a cascade of marks that spiralled up an arm and Sarah could now see that they continued across part of their back and chest. Rook’s were the same rainbow riot of colour she’d seen in the past, but Erich’s were monochrome. Sarah was reluctant to call them tattoos as the patterns moved and eventually disappeared after a few weeks. She had wondered if they held a deeper meaning or if they were just an excuse for Jareth to indulge in skin contact.
Sarah laughed as Jareth spluttered to the surface after Erich had pulled him under.
Turning to Sarah, Bishop raised an eyebrow. “I’m surprised you didn’t insist on swimwear.”
“Jareth did offer to wear Speedos.”
Bishop roared with laughter. “That would’ve been even more suggestive.”
“Just a little. Well, not little. You know what I mean.” Sarah dissolved into a fit of giggles.