Once everyone was safely off the plane and started to slip into the cars as she had directed them she let her attention be taken by Roarke, he had come to her side and touched her elbow with that slight touch that spoke of respect but also the depth of their connection. He was the most unusual of her guards and yet the one she had found herself falling in love with the most. Ironic really, particularly considering that Connal, who slid into the limo with a tight face, had been the man she had been dreaming about since she was sixteen not to mention according to rumor her soul mate. Or rather she was his soul mate reborn, at least that was what he said. She wasn't so sure. He could have been upset over the metal objects they traveled in, he was one of the 'old guard' or upset over the fact that she let Roarke touch her.<br/><br/>Really, some of the Pure could be such snobs about their bloodlines. It annoyed the ever living hell out of her but she smiled at Roarke warmly rather then let her thoughts linger on things that made her unhappy. The list seemed to grow by the day.<br/><br/>"It does, though I'm worried the others won't adjust well. At least you and Gwydion have some basis for the modern world. That should help things." Glancing around her she noted that everyone, and the baggage, was in the cars and so she slipped into the limo herself, taking his hand in hers and tugging him after her.<br/><br/>Connal had chosen to sit on the side rather then on the back seat, his face focused forward and she had a moment of wondering if he was going to be car sick. That or he was punishing her. Well and good, she'd rather sit between the Harper and Roarke anyway. Her body still ached sometimes from the last time she and Roarke had stolen any time together, right after the evening she had spent with the Wild King. Odd to think so much had passed, finding out that her father had in fact murdered her true mother, realizing she would never be safe in the Shinning Court and was risking the lives of those around her by staying and putting down her foot and using all the political know how her career had taught her to get her way and get on a plane back to D.C.<br/><br/>Gwydion pressed the button to let the driver know that he could start driving, the man was only her 'guard' because he chose to be and as one who had entertained the 'career', rather a pastime for him, of being a rock star for the past forty years or so he knew how limos and such worked. She smiled at the men, speaking lightly.<br/><br/>"I know you all wanted information about where we were going and I withheld it until we were alone, I hope you forgive me." Dawn reached for her satchel then and drew out folders, three of them, one that she handed to each of the men aware that their protection styles were wildly different. "Staying in D.C. proper is expensive and dangerous, I'd rather not stay at a hotel and I know that most of our companions would feel uneasy there, most commute in so I arranged for us to have a rental property (http://www.homeaway.com/vacation-rental/p922712) with the money the Court funded us. Its ours for as long as we want it and any modifications we need are approved. I hope you approve of my choice...it was somewhere my parents and I rented on the first vacation after I landed my first job here."<br/><br/>A sad smile touched her lips then, thinking of the 'parent's' who had raised her and who now she had lost, her mother killed and her father vanished; normally she tried not to think of them, not wanting to face the grief she still wasn't sure she could handle. About to close her satchel and move on she realized her phone was vibrating in the bottom of the bag, she had missed a call.<br/><br/>"Forgive me for a moment..." she tugged the cell phone out and flipped it open, bringing up her voice mail to listen to it. Cecily. She could hear all the emotions that lay in her old friend's voice and she sighed, wanting to call right back. But that would be too complicated, better to do this in person. So she typed out a text message quickly, sending it before she could second guess herself.<em>Hey C, its all complicated. Please come meet me tonight, the Cove house in St. Michael's. I miss you too, so much.</em>. The blond made herself turn back to the men rather then think about her friend.<br/><br/>"So...thoughts?"