Iona turned back towards the grotesque once more, wondering what all the etymological fuss was all about. Then the sudden burst of lightning sent her anxiety levels way up once more. And Pieran's odd behavior didn't help one bit:
Pieran Swift:
“Curse thee, I say,” he shouts to the sky. “We are here! Open then up the gates. Your keys of ancient days are gone to rust and I will play your games of old no more.”
Johnny B. Hope:
"To strong man; listen! Like Yoda, he speakest."
Dren Telarwin:
"Darmok and Jelad at Tenagra!"
She flinched. It was hard to know which one was the most annoying: the drama queen or the mocking bird. But Dren's comment almost brought a smile back to Iona's face. Almost, but not quite.
And then, before she knew it, the door was swinging open and Iain strolled inside. Adrenaline started to pump in her veins, as the momentary feeling of safeness in the known factor - the banter and bickering of the people around her - disappeared like one of those flashes in the sky. On a reflex, her hand dove into her ample purse once more, this time grabbing the can of pepperspray lying in the side pocket she'd sewn into the handbag for easy access. She wasn't actually scared, yet. But this time, Iona wasn't going to get caught off guard.