Sully nods, “They are. Mine got trapped back in Trieneliea. I miss her. If you build your relationship properly with them and put the time and effort in, then you should notice a change in their coats. I would imagine that they are dull and murky at the moment?” We nod in confirmation, and he continues, “Thought so, well the stronger your bond gets, the brighter their colors will get, and not just the ones that have given you their names but the whole herd.”
“Wow. That’s amazing,” I say. He looked so sad when he mentioned his, that I decide not to press him for information, I’ll do that another time. I do think that it’s really interesting that he said it was extremely rare, and yet he had one. Instead, I ask a different question, “You keep asking if we called them. How exactly do we do that?”
Sully grins, “You whistle. It’s the same call that anyone bonded to kelpie is taught, but when you repeat it, it will automatically change ever so slightly so that it only calls your kelpie. No one else but you can call your kelpie.”
“So, even if someone else were to use your whistle to call your kelpie, it wouldn’t work?” I clarify because it seems important.
Sully nods, “Exactly. Now you said that you had more than one question?”
I nod, “Yeah, so there was a breach in the wards that Ransom had up, and he fixed it, and then I fell into it, and there was this big burst of power that was mine and made the wards super strong.”
Instead of looking shocked Sully just shakes his head, “A breach huh, clever.”
“What?” I ask.
Sully shakes his head, “Nothing, never mind. What was your question?”
I frown but figure it’s another one of those things that I can’t know or that I have misunderstood him, so I carry on. “My question is that now that it is obvious that I do have some kind of magic, could I take the real test that determines whether a person is a supernatural or not. Surely, if I did, then it would tell us what I am, too?”
Sully suddenly becomes shifty, “Yeah, maybe. It’s definitely something to think about,” he starts to herd us toward the door and the guys, and I share a look. “Well, it’s getting late. I will see you guys’ next week for the next poker game.”
The door to his office slams behind us.
“Well, that was really weird,” I mutter.
“That was incredibly odd,” Doc agrees. “Come on, let’s head back to the house. I’m ready for bed.”
“You know who you should ask about the supe test?” Raiden starts.
“Who?” I ask as we move through the pub and out the front doors. I wave to the bouncers.
“Ty, he has access to the test. They store it at SID because it’s a lot safer than trying to store it at the academy,” Raiden replies.
“Of course,” I reply. “It only occurred to me earlier as something that I could do. Ty and Sully know each other really well though, so if Sully is being cagey about it then chances are that Ty will be too.”
River shrugs, “Maybe, but there is no harm in asking. You can ask him when we go in on Monday.”
“Oh yeah, I forgot about that,” I reply, climbing out of the van at the guys place. “Good idea. I’ll do that. I guess if he says no, too, or rather gets super cagey like Sully did, then I will just have to wait or take matters into my own hands.”
“Why does that sound like you are going to cause an amazing amount of trouble?” Evander asks, his eyebrow raised.
I smirk, “Probably because you still know me fairly well, and some things haven’t changed.”
“Neith,” Evander starts.
I interrupt with another smile, “Hey, Reed wanted to talk to you all.”
Evander frowns slightly knowing that I am changing the subject deliberately, but he still turns to Reed and asks, “You did?”
Reed chuckles, “Yeah, I did actually. Let’s talk in the front room.”
The guys all look incredibly curious as we head into the front room and take seats. Reed stays standing up, facing us all and frowning.
“What’s up? Did something happen? I saw you talking to Draith,” Evander asks.
“No, well kind of,” Reed starts. He takes a breath and then begins to explain, “So, Draith told me a couple of things that I didn’t know.”
“Okay?” Griff prompts when Reed doesn’t start talking.