The dusk was fast approaching, trailing fingers of dusty red across the sky. Jareth had no real idea how long he'd been riding, nor did he care. It was far easier to forget right about now and he was not anxious to give up that luxury.

The breeze parted the waxen leaves that made up the low foliage, brushing long wisps of ash blonde from the brocaded shoulders of his jacket. If he wanted at all to make it back tonight, he'd have to turn around now. Judging from his position in relativity to the red cliffs, the goblin king figured two hours or more would be required to return. He would have to turn around now if he wanted to go back tonight. The looming crags of crimson rock vanished from view as he swung the horse around. Immediately the mare picked up a quicker pace, recognizing the path home. "If only I were so eager..." He thought quietly, resting his arms lazily across the pommel of the saddle.

Jareth had no intention of backing down before Lukas, but then again he had no wish to see him ever again either.

((Work in Progress))