She nodded. "If I find anything out, you'll be the first to know." Well, no. Babylon would be. But it was a colloquialism, not a promise, and Mistral accepted Aegir's hand up. He wasn't going to kill her. Mistral thought she had his measure, now, and he didn't seem the murdering type.

"I'll see you, Aegir," she said, repeating his name to cement it in her memory. "C'mon, Dog."

Mendel wuffed at Aegir one more time before following his mistress home.

Syrie
FIN!!!