Cor to Pax: What did you lot do this time? And if not you, then who disappeared the Galahdians and how?
Oh, the fae would be in an uproar. Especially the pixies. They're on a warpath. Because poor dear Io is gone. Went poof right alongside every foreign human having a taste of Beginning-of-All in their smell.
Cor goes right down to Little Galahd the moment he notices something fishy going on. Which is right when he wakes up and something in the air feels off.
So he goes to Little Galahd. Where there is not a living soul. Humans keep away as if they can sense that whatever happened there is dangerous on a level they can't really comprehend.
Cor gets the impression of a path in front of his feet, a guiding light, the tugging of follow-me-I-know-the-way. He can taste moss, standing water and peat in the roof of his mouth. Someone gathered the people and led them away. Cor can barely breathe at the realisation he's so furious. It happened right under his nose and didn't notice anything.
So he turns around and walks into the direction of an old, derelict arcade. Only for Pax, them who always insist on doing things the proper way - because there is a way these things are don - to meet him outside.
"Where are they?" Cor growls, and it sounds like whisper-soft paws in the underbrush, feels like the weight of a cattish stare that knows too much.
In fear and trepidation, yes, but also in anger. Pink hair stands up even straighter than it usually does. Dust-wings shimmer in pale sickly blues, and dark reds and shadowy blacks.
"Io is gone," Pax says, sounding like trembling grains of salt. "Lionheart. The falselights. They took our Io. Get her back. Get her back now."
