Elisabet Fairholm threw the car into park, urgency thrumming through her, Gaia's voice pushing her along. She grabbed her backpack from the car, hit the auto lock and half ran into the trees.

"Hurry Elisabet, he's badly wounded, hurry!"

"I'm hurrying" she growled as she rushed through bushes and trees that seem to actually move out of her way. Usually she tripped over roots and stumbled over stones but now her steps were sure, nothing snagged on her jacket or grabbed at her ankles. 

She ran and ran, her long legs seem to eat up the miles running down hills and over creeks through bushes and around trees. Birds, large and small, flew above her, leaves whispered urgently and the breeze seemed to push her from behind. She kept going as fast as she could, her lungs heaving with the effort, her legs pumping up and down almost keeping time to the thump of panic she could still feel flowing through her veins. She wasn't going to be fast enough.

"Oh STOP!" the aggravated voice of Gaia snapped just in front of her and Elisabet slammed to a stop, narrowly missing the Goddess. 

Surprise at the abrupt arrival combined with the small frisson of fear that comes with being startled had Elisabet snapping "WHAT?"

Gaia narrowed her dark brown eyes, "Watch the tone little girl and since when don't you realize you're caught up in a spell?"

Elisabet, stopped and her jaw hung open slightly before she closed it with a snap. She looked around felt with her other senses and There! She could feel the subtle pattern of a "hurry up and go no where" spell. She reached out with her inner senses and "felt" it, tested it.

"It's very old, very low key and very well done." she told Gaia, still panting. She was also annoyed  and embarrassed that she had run for miles and hadn't noticed that she had not gone anywhere.

Gaia nodded "And what else?"

"What else?" Apparently she had over looked something and judging by the strange expression on Gaia's face, it was something at the very least "interesting" and also probably very important.

Once again she focused on the weaving of the spell, slowly going through it thread by thread and slowly felt a rhythm running through. It had been sung into being, the voice was low, musical, full of old knowledge and "MALE!"

Elisabet's eyes flew open and she stared at the Goddess in front of her. "A man made this!"

Gaia nodded.

"But, you told me that men can't make magic, not THIS kind of magic"

Gaia took a deep breath. "Ordinary men can't. Magic, the subtle weave of magic, is a gift passed down from woman to woman. Men can USE magic if they have some sort of tool that has magic IN it, but they can't make it."