Keeper of the Lost Cities Moonlark

Chapter Twelve: Keefe

"Are you sure?" Fitz asked, narrowing his eyes at Keefe.

"Is anyone ever sure about anything these days?"

"Fair point. So if it is Trix, what does that mean?"

"What it means is that the Neverseen know where another one of Forkle's offices are." Keefe said, pausing for a few moments before continuing, "So we should probably tell the Black Swan."

"You mean you, right?" Fitz whispered.
" I guess that does make sense if I do it by myself considering the fact that you haven't apologized to Foster yet. Maybe throw a few things at you. Ooh maybe I'll get lucky and the let me be there when they do it!"

"Gee thanks, you're such an amazing friend." Fitz muttered sarcastically.

"I know, but in all seriousness. Things would probably got much smoother if they knew she forgave you."

"You think she would?"
"Fitzy come on! This is Foster we're talking about. Y'know, the girl who had a crush on you for forever, the girl who you dated? I think we can safely assume that things won't go smoothly, but she'll still forgive you." Keefe smiled his famous smirk.

"I'm not so sure, me and Sophie haven't been agreeing much on everything lately. What if she's mad enough not to forgive me?"

"Nah, I don't buy it. You'll be fine." Keefe dragged out. "Now I am off to go to the Black Swan and confess what I've just pieced together."

"You'll probably have to go to your dad since the only way you could reach Tiergan of Forkle is by going to Foxfire."

Keefe smacked his head. I forgot about that. "I feel like there should be other ways to contact them without having to break in- I mean ask for permission."

"Maybe you could just take it then wihtout him noticing."

"Eh, you're right I could just steal his imparter. He's got to be able to talk to the Forklenator." With that Keefe winked and left.