"Darcy, she's a friend of mine, she works in a watch and jewelry shop, Maddison & Haig. That's where Aunt Flo, the gypsy woman, got Will. I was in Maddison & Haig at the time with Trix, we observed through the open doorway. At the time, we were looking for an address that belonged to a ginger-"
"Dwarf," piped up Trixie.
"-midget." Finished Tessa, her mouth quirking at the sides.
Tessa put a finger to her temple, and withdrew a spider-web-thread thin whisper, which was the most delicate white.
She placed the thread carefully in her palm, curling her fingers gently over it, Trixie gesturing for Jem to move over, so that they could move onto the bed.
Tessa moved next to Jem, Trixie on Tessa's side, leaning her head on her sister's shoulder.
Tessa drew her right arm back, and through the whisper of white straight in between the wooden bed posts, where an image, like a screen with actors upon it, appeared.
Will came out of the Chippy, a girl in a beautiful, pale lavender dress, and a top hat, striding next to him. Her heels clicked the worn cobblestones of the street, as she looked at Will, surprised. She was carrying an open news-paper wrapped bag of chips, which she gave to Will. "There you are," she said, nicking a few chips. "Why that certain fish and chips store? I don't understand." She asked him, her eyebrows cocked with interest, looking back at it, curling her lip at it slightly.
"There's a particular beer in their batter. A Northern Stout, to be exact." replied Will, eating chips with the girl as they walked along the streets.
"You know, Will, I've seen things in war that I don't understand. I once met an Arab priest that predicted his own death..." Darcy said as they walked along the streets, Darcy stopping for a moment to observe a pair of ebony lace evening gloves through a window. "...right down to the number and the placement...of the bullet's that killed him. You have to admit, Will...that finding a supernatural way to cure your parabatai's disintegration...is theoretically possible, if you were to break all bounds of nature, that fine thread of it."
Will pulled his long coat to arms length to shield Darcy from the flecks of melting ice that was flying from the side of the street, where four men were shipping away at the ice with a poker and bran saw.
"Well, agreed, but it's a huge mistake to go behind Tessa's back, when she reckons she has a mundane-found explanation to Jem's disease, and that she knows where to get his medicine from, that's certainly not yin fen."
They paused their walking in the street, looking at each other, Darcy crossing her arms. "That said, I believe that this midget, that Tessa is talking about, has something to do with this medicine she reckons will work."
"Hm," said Darcy.
The two turned a corner, where Will pulled a pocket watch from his waistcoat pocket and presumably looked at the pawnbrokers marks on the watch.
"It used to be my father's," Will said lightly, when he noticed that Darcy was smiling at it.
"I know that, because it has E. Herondale carved in to it, also with M.H., Maddison & Haig. And your father's name was Edmund Herondale. You're mothers initials are also there." She grinned.
"Will, there's one thing you've failed to notice of the watch."
"Really, Miss Darcy? I think not."
