Discover L (Book 2) | Complete |

~ Goblin Grief ~

L's stared in surprise, helping a Banshee wasn't what she'd expected to be doing that morning. Robbie and Nyla had sidled over to the table at some point, however neither seemed like they wanted to squeeze past in order to sit down.

"I see, and what do you need my help with?" L asked Móra, trying not to stare in chilled fascination.

Móra turned her head slowly towards Brigitte and then back to L, her black eyes unblinking as she raised her spindly hands. She began to move her hands and fingers in motions that appeared random at first, but after a moment L understood.

Brigitte however seemed to think they needed a translator, "She needs your help to recover her... what was that last part?"

"Her scream," L finished for her, getting to grips with what the Banshee was communicating.

"You know sign language?" Bryce asked L in a tone of pleasant surprise.

"Apparently so, I guess Keepers don't just learn the Supernatural ways of communicating. I just sort of know it."

Móra appeared to be pleased that she could communicate with L directly, her mouth curled into the smallest of smiles and she began to sign to L. She told her how a Goblin back home stole her voice with its magic and she has nobody else to help her. L knew Goblins could be tricky, they were resistant to most magic and generally disgruntled little creatures.

Móra continued signing, explaining that she'd tracked the Goblin to Scotland where she lost it. That's when she sensed L's presence and knew they were fated to meet. L was meant to help her, and if she didn't or couldn't, her life would be meaningless. L understood, a Banshee without her voice is like an Elf without magic or a Shapeshifter who can't shift.

After L had translated what Móra had said, she looked to the rest of their group. They had planned to leave as soon as they'd eaten. L had a mission of her own and one that was getting derailed at every turn. But how could she just leave Móra to suffer like this, no matter how much L found Banshees to be unnerving, they served a purpose. And it was her duty as Keeper to solve disputes such as this, what would her parents think if she abandoned it all for them.

"Well it's still technically on our way north," Bryce reasoned.

He was looking at L with a sympathetic expression, he understood her struggle to do what was best.

"And I imagine a Goblin with the power of a Banshee can't be a good thing." Nyla added, a thought that hadn't even occurred to L.

Robbie just shrugged, he kept staring at Móra as though she was going to attack at any moment.

"Alright, I can help you but you'll need to come with us. We need to know when we've found the right Goblin and I assume you'll need to be present when it returns your voice."

Móra signed her gratitude over and over, agreeing to meet them outside once they're done. Brigitte also thanked them, apologised for the intrusion and left with Móra.

L sat back and let out a sigh, she lifted her plate and proceeded to reheat her breakfast. Robbie and Nyla sat down with theirs and stared at L.

"Things just keep cropping up, don't they?" Robbie wasn't really asking but they all nodded in response.

"How bad would it be if we left the Goblin with the Banshee's voice?" Nyla asked L between bites of toast.

L frowned and took a bite of her food before answering. "It depends what the Goblin wants to do with it; anything from scaring people into thinking everyone they know is going to die, to trading it to someone far worse who could do terrible things with it."