The child roamed curiously through the caverns. He'd been here for ten years (though considerably less had passed on the surface), and he was kind of bored. He had all this power ... and very little to do with it. Devon twirled in a circle before he crossed toward the door that held one of the many scrying pools. After all, daddy had to have some way to keep an eye on the surface.
Devon knew where he'd come from, of course. His 'adoptive father' had told him everything. Devon also knew about the alternate realities. His 'own' reality was nothing sort of boring, horridly mundane, compared to some of the others. There was one that was fascinating to him.
One in which versions of his parents were married, where the version of his father was a vampire witch hybrid, interested him. It just so happened ... there was a gate in this reality.
Devon had found his way to his 'mothers' barn easily enough, and he stood at the edge of the arena as he watched her. She was pretty, and even from where he stood, he could feel her strength. It intrigued him, and he smiled.
"Hey," Karen said quietly as she saw the boy standing by the arena. She didn't recall having seen him for activities earlier, but there were so damn many kids, maybe they were starting to blur together. "Were you ... in that group?" she continued curiously.
Devon glanced to the woman, and he shook his head before he returned his attention to the campers on horseback in the arena.
Karen blinked, not real sure what to make of that. "Are your parents around?" she said before she looked around curiously.
He shook his head. "They're not here," he said quietly as he watched Ashley help a little girl shorten her stirrup to better support herself on the horse's back.
The guardian shifted to follow the kid's gaze before she glanced back to him. Well this was ... interesting. But he wasn't hurting anything, so she just let him be.
Ashley had handed the kids off to Karen for the next activity, and she was untacking the horses and sponging down their backs when she noticed a child she hadn't seen before watching her. "Hi," she offered with a friendly smile. "Shouldn't you be with the other kids?"
"No," Devon said quietly as he walked toward her. He studied her, then reached to touch the muzzle of the horse she was grooming.
The horse pinned his ears and backed away, his tail twitching nervously as a low whicker made his nostrils quiver.
Ash thought that was odd; this horse was one of the most bombproof ones they had. She studied the boy for a moment, and when she noticed his eyes, she frowned. They were ... Chase's eyes. "What's your name?" she asked him quietly as she tried to comfort the horse.
"Devon," he replied before he turned his gaze on her.
"Where ... where are your parents?" she inquired softly.
"I don't really have any," he said with a little shrug. "My dad used me to pay a debt. My mom wasn't ready for me." Devon gazed at Ashley intently, with eyes he knew reminded her of her husband, and he smiled.
Chase? You should ... come to the barn, she thought to her husband. Now.