“So, are your balls getting all tingly, yet?” Rory quipped, eyeing the rabbit púca. When Chaz’s brows sagged inquisitively, he elaborated with a flare of his hand, sweeping outward at the expansive dense forest. “Do you feel anything yet? Is the portal to the faerie kingdom anywhere close? We’ve been wandering Ashur for nearly an hour.” His eyes squinted at a peculiar patch of ferns that swayed a bit more than the breeze’s subtle shift would have allowed. He muttered, “I’d prefer not to run into any more weird naked demon faeries.”
Chaz snorted, “Yeah, I actually can feel it. It’s a lot like Sully already explained, like when you’re on your way to your destination and you feel anxious to get there. That longing to be home,” he pointed to the area ahead of them. “It’s this way, and we’re c
