“Don't
worry about Raven,” Robert tells her, “He's with me.”
“You
found him?” Fiona asks, and the Angel smiles to himself. “Where
was he?”
“I ran
into him by accident, while I was looking for you,” Robert replies.
“He was in a fairytale kingdom, saving trolls, if you can imagine
that?”
“Saving
what?” she asks incredulously.
“Trolls,”
he confirms, “Yes, I know. Where are you?”
“I'm...”
Fiona begins, but a movement of the Angel's finger stops her short.
“I'm not
actually very sure where I am,” she continues, “I'm told it moves
around.”
“What
moves around?” Robert asks.
“Only
kidding,” the Angel smiles, “Of course you must tell him.”
“The
Court of the Peacock Angel,” she says.
