"I see no reason for delay."

"Alright. I'll acquire us another private car, then."

"Very kind of you."

And off to do that, and get them set up financially for their journey.

Meanwhile, the Keres can make up a bit of lost time with Hisame.

Oh, yes.

She's still a bit floaty when it's time to board the train. This car's better appointed than the last, set up for a longer trip and for wealthier customers. 

How luxurious. She begins her preparations an hour out of the station.

And she draws a fey, in time.

A different one. Still feminine, still that same odd voice and face, though this time dressed in a soft teal suit. 

"There's been whispers about you four, up and down the tracks," she says, softly.

She nods at Mora. When the questions start, she'll finish the trapping.

Mora begins trading questions, asking after her mother and the nature of the Void and of magic, as she in turn answers about her path - each dancing around their actual answers, no one giving anything substantial - 

And with a final hidden murmur, the binding is done.

She immediately begins the chant of dissolution.

The woman laughs, watching her, unthreatened.

Yeah, keep laughing. Soon you won't exist.

That is definitely a smile on her nonexistent face, as the Keres rips her apart!

And then the ripping spreads.

That- is suboptimal. She tries to contain it, limit the spread-

The train starts to scream. Oil bubbles up through the carpet.

"Some help," she says to Mora, "would be appreciated at this point."

"Trying!" she says, voice strained. She's present, oddly, painful to look at, the world not really behaving around her - or perhaps behaving too much - 

"Concentrate on the train. I'll take us." She knows these people, they will stay and not change- "Gather close," she says to the others.

Hisame steps closer, until her shoulder's brushing her girlfriend's; Mora's concentrating too hard to move, but was close already.

Eliana steps in, dragging the pet by the collar. She makes a cut along the pet's arm, and begins casting her own wards and protections around the group, for whatever good that does.

A window melts into a jagged slash, like claws.

There's an eye outside it.

And then the train falls away.

-blackness-

The Keres opens her eyes.

A dirt field, Bordering a small river. The sun overhead. No train.

" - Well, that was weird," Hisame says. She's the only one standing, though she's staring off into the middle distance like someone stunned. "Does anyone else remember how we got here?"