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"Lucien? What did I tell you about running off on your own?"

Somewhat unsurprisingly, his son didn't answer him with more than a grin. And a splash, once Claude had drawn closer.

Leave it to any child of his to throw off his nice new boots just to stick his feet in the first likely looking stream that came along.

It wasn't even as if they'd gone that far out of town, but away from the roads, from the other sorcer-sorts and Aethies, even the breeze felt calmer, though it had hardly caught to much all the while they'd been walking. Claude being glad they had any at all, as hot as it had been the past few days.

The storm the night before had left lacy scatters of twigs and leaves and knocked down spider webs. Clean and still damp, the leaves overhead and tangled in the grass, they looked pieces of stained glass. And the trees, when they nodded, they sounded clear as harp strings with nothing else to cut the sound.

Out of farmland use and the whiles of any humans at all, the stream had been left so clear, so delicious looking. Just begging for some little blond imp of a boy to come along and kick his heels in it.

Well, one already had. Claude didn't bother with another sigh. He pulled his shoes off and laid them in the stones at his side, stretching lazy as he reached his own toes towards the glittering surface.

And promptly jerked back with a yelp. "Child of mine? That's /cold/."

"I know," said Lucien. "I think it feels nice."

"Maybe if you're part bear. I've always halfway figured, you know."

They had some teasing hums between them and Claude crossed his legs, feet now on the warm pebbles along the bank where they damnwell belonged.

"I think I got that from your side of the family," his son suggested after a while. "Anyway, why do you think it's like that? I don't hear anybody around."

"That wasn't tagging along?"

"Well..." The boy knitted his fingers in his hair, tugging himself a wingtip curl along his temple. "I think I'd only notice Nene if she was /gone/."

"And as for our new friends?"

"They couldn't have gone far. They know we have candy." To which, he nodded. Ever so sure of himself.

Ah, children. Children had gotten him this far with their self-assured beings. And children had found him what was really a rather strange clearing on closer inspection. The stream wore deeper through some places in the grass than others, showing shifts of rock, glints of moss and tree roots sneaking by. It divided the clearing just about cleanly in half.

Besides, on the edge of the forest easing back into being, a great, old ash stood.

Covered in tiny flowers. Pink and violet and hints of white. All of them, growing in streaks as if the bark had long ago turned to soil, though the tree seemed healthy and strong otherwise.

Besides.

"Papa," said Lucian, voice hushed. "There aren't any birds here, are there?"

"No," Claude answered after a moment. "It's just you and I and /a bunch of stinkers who ran off from us/."

"Oh, so that doesn't include me?"

"Child of mine."

They had a few more hums, there in the quiet of the clearing.

There, before something very strange and very faint began to creep along Claude's Aether lines.

It felt like being tickled almost. Anyway, it made him smile. Lucien too.

And next, there his son darted off again, racing over the grass and into the middle of the clearing, where he stood staring into the sky and whistling. Expecting a giant Gust to come sailing down in the form of a giant bird? It might just be that.

Welcome!

Note that anything your characters do in the clearing may result in posts back of things happening around them, even if these aren't exactly invited. Something's lurking around here, and it wants a snack!

Feel free to bring your own fairies, ghosts, mages and seriously confused regular people.

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"Yes, exactly!" Summer said, and clapped happily. "My brother and sister don't have the same parents as me--" well, not the same combination anyway, they both shared at least one with her-- "but they're my brother and sister anyway because we were raised by the same people. Family's flexible. Or it should be."

Like a little bat, then, with a very long tail. Or a winged mouse. "It's not scary," she told Pip very solemnly. "You're adorable." She tickled the little bump again.

Well. Cats stared right through humans as an aspect of their being cats at all. It was something of feline nature that he appreciated. You couldn't lie to a cat.

But, if he didn't feel more naked before Nemo than he would have with every evoker in the city laying hands to him.

So no. He was not going to lie to Nemo. He wasn't even going to try. He would accept his yes and he would be happy.

Accepting though did happen to involve his carefully working his way down into the grass. So that he could sit there and stretch out his injured leg.

"It's been a while," he said with a smile. And after a bit of an oof. "But I do very much enjoy giving ear rubs and I did have a lot of practice once upon a time."

"Well, it's very nice to meet both of you," Claude responded, there to a bit of a nose rub for certain canines still savoring his knuckles. "And if we're still in the clearing I believe we are, I am actually from around here. So, I can assure you that this plane is relatively safe, not to mention accepting of all creatures great and spoiled."

Lucien, noticing the flit of worry over Martina's face, did exactly what he'd been trained to do as a (hopeful) sorcer-type. Namely everything in his power to put her mind at ease.

And hardly half way.

"That is alright," he declared, voice chiming with childish sincerity. "My family and I are happy to be of assistance to those in need! Umm, as for Aethies..."

Well, that was a bit like explaining a fish to someone who lived in a desert and in the interests of being succinct, and of not having a better idea, Lucien turned to the thread of shade where he had last seen his retinue and made a bubbling whistle. "Oh Pip! I know it's sunny out, but could you come here, please? I need some..."

A dark shape shot out of the underbrush, winged Lucien's head, zinged around a tree and returned to sit squarely on the top of his head.

"...help."

"Mmm, guess not," mused Nicholas. "Justaswell, in this case. Me, I never bought into the 'it's only your name if we write it down in queen's book' business. 's my name is I say so, yknow? An mebbe..."

That followed on another long, lazy stretch. Something that sounded like a yawn besides, though there was no movement to match.

"I get to pick? Ammirite? Mebbe I dun want somethin half a league long."

He flushed a little deeper. "Your thinker?"

"Pretty much how me and my sisters handle things. 'Course, most of the people who try and say bad sh-things about them are our cousins at one level or another," Taz mused.

Isshiri looked up to answer, and stopped.

He'd never met anyone else with a pretend leg before, and this man's was so obvious that--don'tlookdon'tlookit'smeantolookIhateitwhenpeoplelook.

He dropped his eyes and shook his head.

...gotta show him so he doesn't think I'm mean... Isshiri shifted a little, trying not to look too awkward, so his pantleg moved and part of his pretend leg showed.

All of this was beginning to confuse Conall, sadly. A pity he wasn't that bright, but he didn't want to seem bored, for fear of hurting Summer's feelings.

"Er, well, you can touch my tail, if you like," he said. "See if it feels anything like that friend of yours."

"Oh, you have meetings," Setsuko said. She'd been a part of those, sometimes, at court, and it was only now that they were beginning to get interesting. "There are meetings, too, in the ocean, but having them like parties with...punch, you call it? It's never happened before."

(OOC: I'm wearing it now and I love it. Turns out I was getting rings a half size too small, and this is the first one that fits perfectly, with lots of pretty inclusions in the tourmaline! AND TONIGHT: REACHING HALFTIME. HOPEFULLY. I'm aiming to get this out in a week. We'll see how that goes between retake prep and work.)

"You can cuss in front of me," Andy informed her. "I know all the good cusswords anyway 'cause my Aunt Danny used to be in the Navy. Anyway my cousins are twins, so, you know, they got bigger problems than me and Leah."

"Our heart," Jack corrected. "Yeah. She's a real sweetheart, and she just... she cares so much, you know? That's rare, especially in our rank."

Her eyes went huge and dreamy immediately. "Really? I mean, you wouldn't mind? I don't want to be rude."

When she was little she was always getting into other people's personal space because she didn't know any better, and these people were so nice, she really didn't want to do that now.

"Rare in any rank, I think," he said. "She does sound lovely, your sister."

"I'll keep that in mind," Taz said. "Navy, really? Sounds like fun."

"And by 'fun' she means 'target,'" Dallu said.

"Navy ships aren't worth the trouble, darlin', you know that."

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"They both are, in their own ways." He grinned. "It's just that Charlotte's the one with the easily recognizable beauty. Miranda's is a little more-- hmm. Sharp-edged."

"Aunt Danny would give you a lot of trouble," Andy said, proudly. "So would my grandpa. He was in the Navy too. Except then my Uncle Aaron's mom left so he had to come home and raise Uncle Aaron. And then he got my grandma and my mom came with her and there wasn't a lot of time left for the Navy. But he still has a boat!"

"Miranda sounds dangerous," he said.

"Nice to see retirement doesn't mean staying away from the water," Taz said. "It sure as hell won't for me."

"What we were more talking about was the fact that some people--"

"Certain unkind persons," Taz corrected.

"Would call Taz a pirate," Dallu finished.

"Oh, she is," Jack said, and nodded. "Very dangerous. It's just that she's also my sister, and she would never hurt me, or Charlotte. Or," and he thought of Nicholas and Pip, "those I care for."

"Always a good thing," he said. "To have at least someone you won't hurt..."

Andy stared at both of them for a minute. "Wait, so, you're a pirate? Like, board ships and take all their shit and burn them down afterwards?.... awesome."

Taz brightened. "It's not the accusations of piracy that bother me, so much as the other adjectives that come before it."

"Though we usually don't burn the ships," Dallu added.

"No," Taz said. "Well, sometimes. Depends on who I'm boardin'."

Jack eyed him for a moment, then abruptly decided 'what the hell.' "You know, I am a being of darkness. That means the quiet between the stars and the silence of the confessional, among other things. You know. If you're interested."

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