Once over the cliffs that lined one side of Ardmore, Matt helped slide open the cargo door on the side. Leaving Bronx with Matt and Xanatos for safety's sake, and mindful of the need to avoid the whirling propellers overhead, the three winged gargoyles leapt from the confines of the helicopter and began soaring over the landscape.

Marveling at the rocky cliffs and rolling sea, so like their original home in Scotland, Brooklyn and Hudson soared over the waters and up to the solid ground.

They had almost made it to the top of the cliffs when a loud, excited shout met their ears. Turning in mid-air, they found a pair of female gargoyles winging their way towards them.

"That didn't take long," Brooklyn said.

"Aye," Hudson said, smiling at the excitement of the young ones currently winging their way towards them. He frowned as he realized what was about to happen. He tried to call out a warning, "I don't think they are going to be able to…"

With a gusty "oomph," the first female hit Brooklyn, and a scant moment later, Garia was following.

"Stop," Hudson finished with a sigh. Making a wide circle, he followed them to land on the ground at a slower pace.

"Greetings," a more mature female voice called.

Hudson turned and spotted the owner of the melodic voice.

Slim in face and figure, hair liberally threaded through so that it was more silver than black, she was more calm, more sedate than the two who had tackled Hudson's compatriots out of the sky.

"Greetings," Hudson returned with a bow. "'Tis nice to find you all so easily. I am Hudson."

"Scottish?" The elder exclaimed at his accent. "Here, I thought 'twas the Americans comin' ta greet us."

Hudson chuckled. "The lad and I are from the Manhattan Clan in America," Hudson said, nodding in Brooklyn and Garia's direction. The pair was currently being helped to their feet by the pair of sheepish looking females. "We were formally from Scotland, but we've been in America for a few years now. The lass is a council member from the Loch Ness clan that be currently in Scotland."

"Well, then," the female said with a grin of her own. Within that smile, Hudson could see that though she had lines on her face and grey in her hair, she had retained some of her youthful spirit. She looked upon the younger members of her clan with a sigh of resignation, "I don't imagine you were expecting a greeting such as this?"

"No," Hudson said, but his voice held only amusement. "But 'tis good to see the young ones meeting each other after so long being isolated."

"Yes," the elder said with a laugh of her own. "'Tis good to finally know that we are not the last."

The two of them landed gracefully on the ground that, even in the darkness, still held a deep green. As the excited youthful chatter moved around them, the female turned to Hudson and held her arm out in greeting.

"I am Lyra," she introduced herself to Hudson, "an Elder of the Emerald Isle Clan."

"Greetings, Lyra," Hudson said, grasping her forearm in the time honored warrior fashion. "I am Hudson."

Lyra turned to the other Americans who were now on their feet, laughing and dusting themselves off. "I would apologize for the rough welcome," she said, sending a disapproving look towards the pair of females. "Harmony and Melody have been excited at the prospect of meeting you."

"Any other Gargoyles, actually," the female called Melody said.

"Especially handsome ones," Harmony said shyly, sending Brooklyn a look.

"Uh," Brooklyn said, looking suddenly uncomfortable. "Thanks?"

The girls giggled and Garia rolled her eyes. "'Tis sorry I am to tell you," Garia said with an eye roll, "but this one be mated already."

The girls' shoulders drooped a little before lifting again.

"Of course," Harmony said, a teasing gleam in her eye, "but one so handsome should be mated already."

Brooklyn's mouth almost dropped open.

"Please, pay no mind to Harmony," Lyra said with a world weary sigh. "She is a bit of a flirt, is all."

"No problem," Garia said with an almost sibling-like glee at the thought of Brooklyn being the target of such attention. "At least, not for me."

"You must come," Melody said, practically bouncing on her feet. "Meet the others. We were hoping that you would come, and I know that they would all like to greet you."

"Yes," Lyra said. "We had only just gathered at the lighthouse," she pointed to the tall lit spire atop the tallest rise of the cliffs, "when we spotted your air ship. When we saw you jump out, we hurried to catch up with you."

"We have three more with us," Brooklyn said. "We have another gargoyle, and two humans."

"They are welcome," Lyra said with a nod.

Brooklyn tapped the communicator in his ear and relayed the information. Once he received a confirmation that Matt and Xanatos had heard, he turned back to the trio of Irish females.

"The others will join us there," he relayed the information.

"Very well," Lyra said. "Come, let us join the others."