Tri Angle

It was the afternoon, and her father was still at Morgana's place. This told Gosalyn that something had gone wrong with their visit to Transylvania.

Every metre along the wrought iron fence line, a small bird house hung. In each of these, Morgana had laid out tiny food morsels. This was Morgana's very literal interpretation of the term 'fairy light decorations'. Gosalyn didn't see many glowing fairies but maybe if she waited till dusk, they might show up.

Gosalyn, bundled up in a scarf and jacket, got off her skateboard. The clunky effect of the winter boots on her feet drew her attention to the normally automatic motion of tipping the board up to grab hold of it.

The iron gate to Morgana's home had a wreath on it. Morgana was definitely working hard to enter into the spirit of the Christmas season this year. But today, over the wreath a large white plastic sign hung which said 'Closed, will reopen: Friday. Sorry for the inconvenience.'
"Okay. Should I be alarmed now?"

Gosalyn pushed on the gate with all her might and it gave, letting her pass narrowly through. It shut quickly behind her and she eyed it. "Well, it sure looks like someone doesn't need any more greasing for a while." She turned back to the house, and two glaring garden gnomes confronted her. She glared back at them. "I'm just after my dad."

Up the path Gosalyn went and knocked on the door. Quite different from the rest of Morgana's defense charms, the door creaked open. "Dad?" She called out, edging herself further inside. "Morgana?" The door gently shut behind her as she continued to peer into the unusually dark place, removing her bulky jacket at the same time.

A low purring reached her ears from nearby and she turned towards it.

It was an entire moment later when she heard Morgana's voice in the distance upstairs somewhere. "Gosalyn?"

Gosalyn stared at the fierce blue-flecked eyes staring back at her. A clawed hand took her arm and gently drew her closer. There was a rustle, and she felt herself enveloped from the room as the creature took her up, further into its furry arms. It purred. "Dad."

"Gosalyn, are you there?" Morgana was closer now. She squawked, "Drake! Put her down!" There was a great reluctance as her father put her down onto the floor. "Oh, Gosalyn, I'm so sorry about this. I was too late in remembering to call you this morning. You'd already gone to school."

"I'm alright." Gosalyn felt forwards in the dark and found her father's arm to hold onto. "I could do with a bit more light please, if it's possible."

"Drake? Bring back some of the light for Gosalyn." Gosalyn blinked as the lights on the roof began to glow a little, lighting up the room enough for Gosalyn so she would no longer stumble. Now she could see that she had latched onto was exactly what her mind had conjured. Complete with leathery wings and sharp glistening teeth.

"Oh, dad." She quaked. She understood why he hadn't returned from Morgana's house like this. Like this, he couldn't even return to Darkwing Tower without the cover of night.
"He can't talk." Morgana told her. "I get the same psychological impressions from him, but other than that, it's really hard to tell what he's trying to say." Gosalyn sobbed and hugged her father.

"I'm sorry, Gosalyn. I've been trying all day to counter spell it. Father did a very good job on this one; he really meant it." Morgana's voice broke.
"But what's he gonna do? I don't mind him like this, but what about poor dad?" Gosalyn pulled away. "If you can't fix it, I'll see about finding someone that can." Gosalyn, jacket in hand, grabbed the door handle and pulled open the door.
"Gosalyn, no!" Morgana pleaded as the girl shut the door behind her.

"Drake, you know how dangerous it is, why didn't you stop her from opening the door?" He replied back with a sound of incredulity. "What is that supposed to mean?" She worked to translate the emotional impression, "Do you mean: 'As if I could stop her?' Well ..." Morgana realised something. "I'm reasonably certain my father never had the thought in his life that there might be someone beyond his control." Darkwing cocked his head and made a gesture with his hands but then he just sighed. "You're thinking of something ... ah, I know, have you got a plan?"

He nodded enthusiastically. Then he straightened up to his very full height and grasped her in his arms.
"You're impossible sometimes, Drake." She said as he purred.