[b]Henry - Näck/Siren[/b]

The fire encircled them as ancient words were spoken by the demon they all reffered to as Atticus and who Henry considered his foremost confidant and greastest friend. Ok so, maybe he and Atticus had a unhealthy rivalry when it came to the art of seduction and there was a reason why they banned both of them from the Boston clubscene 3 years in a row. But that was only natural! At the moment, Henry more concerned with whatever reason Atticus and Hoyle may have to want Henry to come with them specifically. A intricate web of burning leylines seemed to web together in the form of a giant wolf and suddenly the roar of a wind came bursting out the ground. Suddenly Henry felt a strange stillness envelop him as if the winds were a blanket around him and he knew instinctively what manner of power carried them. He had never experienced the Deep Wind before, It was quite something. It gave him some time to ponder over the past year. A lot had happened, and he had thought the branch scattered. Yet here most of them had been, showing up when called. And now there was the possibility to get Max back, something had to go wrong somewhere. It always did.

The wind subsided, and the Siren stood on North American soil for the first time in a full year. Alaska was a gorgeous place Henry had visited before, not far removed from his own home in feel and appearence. The mountains were larger, the snow a little more insistent and the woods more fern then Pines. The cold itself had never bothered Henry, not the natural and northern kind of cold at least. He was immune to it as spirit born of a northern river himself. In fact, the snow wasn't all unpleasant, he had not seen a real winter in so long that he was positively thriving. But even if it felt deceptively like home, the spirits were completely different then the Scandinavian ones. Here no Huldra would lure men into the forest, no Mares would lure in your dreams and no trolls would slumber in the mountains. He had once met a Qalupalik from Alaska, they were kindred spirits to the näck in a way, living and singing from the watery shores. Of course, Henry had been forced to make the Qualapik relinquish a mortal child, but that was simply details. Tornits also lived here, although he had never met the alleged Alaskan bushmen. Indeed, this was familiar yet alien territory for the Näck. But they found themselves inside a mountain from the looks of it, a deep cavern provided them with a roof and walls of massive rock. 

Henry was not a fan of caves, not in the slightest. He counted his blessing this was not Norway. Last thing he wanted was to meet a cave troll in the Troll Kings service. Worse hosts were hard to find. Instead their host was a somewhat weathered looking Hoyle and Henry felt a mixed well of emotion flare inside him. This was the man who Henry had saved the life of a year earlier. But Hoyle had been the man who long before that, helped Henry out of a fate worse then death. Still, Henry had not forgotten the price he had payed to save Hoyles life once before, and yet here he was again. It was a good thing the Näck wasn't as a craven and foul as many of his kind. He was well in his rights to refuse helping the old werewolf. Yet, the thought didn't pass his mind even once. The company he realized, was all he had. The thought hit him like a truck and for a second his entire being seemed to falter into a pained stagger.

 Luckily for him there was entertainment to be had and it seemed to be just cure for his impromptu case of mind numbing self reflection. The Dryad had foregone clothing it seemed and the Siren busted into a melodic fit of laughter. He kept the warning from before in mind however, quelling the innate magic within his voice. Luckily for the Driad, Henry had brought clothes with him on the trip, mainly because Atticus tended to ruin his clothes with sulfur fueled hellfire. Henry wasn't the incubus assistant without a reason. 

“And here I thought it was Atticus who would end up ruin his clothes.” He said as he tossed the polo shirt and pants to the dryad.” The shirt goes well with scarf” He added with a chuckle before following Atticus and Hoyle into the cave.