Head turning sharply to Charon, her wings adjusted themselves, settling. She stepped closer to the solemn ferryman. "He is not mine. He found himself here. It interests me enough that I will be his escort through the gates. I have not had someone to claim in sometime. I want to hear those screams." She told the waterman.
Grey eyes cast to the teenager. "Come, odd mageling. You have your payment there in your hand. Let us not dawdle."
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