Tara turned back to Aunt Mary Lin as Parne went outside, only to see her glaring at the elf's back as he left.  "I donna trust him Tara. Ye keep yer eye on him, an' make sure ye know wha' he's doin at all teimes."<br/><br/>Trying to look serious, Tara nodded, though it was starting to feel a bit like an adventure more than anything.  "Of course Aunt Mary Lin. I'll try to remember all the things you've told me.  Like wearing your clothes inside out, about salt, all that sort of stuff."  She hugged the older woman tightly and slipped the linen sack of food over her shoulder.  Naturally she'd try to keep all the things in mind, but the very unreal nature of the situation had her questioning any of Aunt Mary Lin's folksy protections.<br/><br/>Her aunt reached up and brushed off the flour from her face, her blue eyes worried, finally at a loss for words.  Kissing her aunt on the cheek, Tara headed out the door, ignoring the way her throat tightened as she stepped over the threshold.  Ahead of her was Parne, shrouded in his cloak once more.  The soft light of the morning was still dew covered, and few were moving around at this wee hour.  "Alright Parne, I'm ready when you are. So how does this work?" The chill air brought a flush to her cheeks, and her eyes were sapphire bright in her own excitement.