Craig was wordless, the swirl of the blue, the Woad of a different time. of a different life, lives, coating him in the slow swirling embrace of memory and time. A blanket of emotions carried through centuries, buried in the realm of the spirits, thoughts and feelings so strong that they seemed incomprehensible, and yet, they all were understood in some unspoken language that talked to the the bones and the soul buried deep within flesh.<br/><br/>He stood slowly, pulling peg up, taking her in an embrace before looking about them. This was more her world, it was not his. Even though there was a calling, an understanding, a method and a motive that seemed to hang about him, he did not know its secrets, and he wanted to learn in time, not rushed in the setting of the modern world.<br/><br/>Craig  looked to the Uratha in his arms, and it was then that he spoke quietly, " Where to now Peg?"