Once beyond the grounds of the Night Parade, Samuel could feel her more distinctly.  A thought was sent in her direction, not so much a summons as a guiding direction.  Meanwhile, he'd found his way back to the place he called homde.  A secure building settled upon nearly ten acres of land, Samuel had enspelled the place himself.  His blood was in the stones that made up the building, and the building's structure was a giant glyph in and of itself.  Here, Samuel felt at peace.  Everything was as it should be.<br/><br/>Knowing she could probably appear quite quickly, Samuel would be sitting on his porch in a swing.  The swing was crafted of wood, sturdy oak that he had made himself some years ago.  Looking out over the property, he was doing nothing more than waiting.  Allowing himself the rest he'd need to go about tonight's festivities.  The smile curving his lips was not something that most people would find pleasant, though.  After all, what happened tonight would fuel his magic for years to come.