The first of Ostara was finally upon the world. A party of twenty-nine souls took to the night, through the tall trees at first and then out of the Eleazars' property lines.
Silas rode next to Arabella who carried little Liriel and Floriel on her shoulders.
Right in front of them rode two young looking witches as a group of 10 handy human men surrounded them, ignited torches in hands.
The six Lords and Ladies that accompanied them along with their right-hand men or women trailed further behind.
"Which tunnel are we seeing first?" Liriel's small, gentle voice mingled along the comfortable rhythm set by the almost synchronized cloppering of hooves.
"The nearest one to our property. Although I've seen it before it remains to be sealed," Silas never once glanced their way as he spoke.
"Hopefully it won't be that complicated of a task," Floriel followed up, "Since witchcraft is involved, I expect things to be far from simple,"
