She leans towards me places a kiss on my forehead. She fishes her keys out of her purse, then walks towards the car to start it. I turn towards the bike rack, after take-off the chain, I start pedaling towards my familiar. Lore's roots grow just outside of our property. In a small pasture where cows used to roam, resting on a hill. I hate this, I hate having to do this. I hate I have to leave my home; I was supposed to stay here forever. The universe is a douchebag. I concentrate on moving my legs and pedaling on my bike. Without realizing it I've arrived. I look up and I see my familiar. I can't move my feet are cemented; I want to turn around and go home. I'm starting to hyperventilate, feel a wave of concern wash over me. I'm within range of my familiar, it’s worried about me. Feeling Lore's presence touch my mind has an immediate effect of calm on me. Without the nervousness keeping me from moving forward I walk up to Lore. I sit down at the base of her trunk muscles in between the old roots.
“Kyle Miller, it's nice that you would grace me with your presence, to what do I owe this pleasure." Lore's androgynous voice echoes in my