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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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(OOC: FABULOUS on all counts. I can has pics, mebbe? *has only written tagbacks today, but is being gifted a fish bead for being a helpy-helper at Lynda-loo-who's*.)

Well, Maman had always said it was a good student who asked a lot of questions. Setsuko's were getting kinda tricky by them.

But, they were good questions. And this one in particular Lucien enjoyed turning over in his mind.

"OK!" he suddenly found himself just about shouting. And spilling his moss. Which he had indeed been hanging onto all the while. "You are right. That's true! Elements are mobile, some more than others and Gleam most of all. And if you stayed on land, that's exactly the sort of thing that would happen. But, it'd be sloooooooooow."

That, he matched making inch worm motions with his finger.

"So, what sorcer-sorts do is make agreements with Aethies that Aethies and move elements around for them. Most would probably get an Aqua to help you stay in your element, because that's easier, but we could get a Lith! And the Lith could try putting more earth into you. And maybe you'd become amphibious! And that would be COOL!"

"I suppose it must be part of something I'm not meant to know," Gabriel said, and that didn't used to frustrate him as much as it did now. Lucy was a terrible influence. "Don't be too concerned. You'll return home eventually, and it will be as if only a few minutes have passed."

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And he'd thought this shit was weird before.

"So'm, righ' now, only 'bout ten years older'n ya." Given the usual difference of twenty-nine years, he felt justified in his shock.

Shock he shouldn't have, given this was probably his mind fucking with him because of something David had dosed him with, but shock all the same.

And Claude absolutely bought into that smile. As soon as Maria took it upon herself, his thoughts evened out to a mellow appreciation. Of her, of her company, even of the glen itself, since it comforted him to know that strangers could still accept an uncomplicated welcome.

"Good afternoon," he offered with a tip of his head. "We seem to have a bit of a party going on. It's nothing I've done, I assure you, but for now- I'm Claude Marcotte and I'm very happy not to be the only people watcher here."

Relieved was more like it.

Despite how Johnny was still fairly certain he was hallucinating, he had to grin at the batlike creature. "Glad ya share my opinion a the fucker. 'm Johnny. Who're ya, an' what's a Shade?"

Maybe he wasn't hallucinating. He didn't think his mind could come up with something like the bat-Shade-thing. Of course, that would mean this shit was really happening, which led him back to hallucinating.

In about five minutes, the smoke detector--or lack of it--would confirm one way or the other.

"You're thirty-four, thirty-five?" she asked, considering. "That places you--oh, I misjudged. 2010 or 2011 puts me at about five." She shook her head, studying him further, and realized there was something else off about him--he wasn't radiating the kind of magical ability he should be. "Are you cloaking your magical signature?" she asked. They generally only used that for meetings with new Skilled contacts, as it made it difficult for rivals to get a read on their magic, but it didn't make sense otherwise.

Nemo huffed, nearly a laugh. "Can talk," he allowed. "Doesn't mean sapient." That, he did say with fondness; as long as he didn't have to live with a demi, he'd be tolerant toward them.

"Ah, yes," Maria said, nodding. "Also true of many people I know."

"You can learn a lot from observing people," she agreed. "I'm Maria. It's a pleasure to meet you." She offered a hand for him to shake, because she was curious what she might read off him, and given she could sense no particularly strong barriers, she knew it would be easy.

A few minutes still meant enough time for her daughter to worry. Teresa would need to clean her brushes, and she might go into the kitchen instead of a bathroom to do it. Martina wouldn't be there if she did. She just hoped Teresa would have the presence of mind to call her father first.

"My daughter will worry," she explained. She opted not to explain the degree of Teresa's possible worrying; archangel or not, she didn't know him well enough to share details about Teresa. "How long did you stay the other times this happened to you?"

"Thirty-five," he said automatically. Mostly, though, he stared disbelievingly at her. "Magic? The fuck're ya talkin' 'bout?"

"For me, roughly two Earth hours," he said. "When I returned, no one had noticed my absence. Your daughter will likely not even know you were gone."

Nemo might not know a whole lot of history, but he seemed to remember that unaugmented housecats hadn't done well off Old Earth, aside from a few planets (and one moon). "Where you from?" he asked.

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She tilted her head at him. Talking cats, time travel, unexplained teleportation--could she add dimensional rifts to that list as well? "Magic," she said slowly, waving her hand and briefly turning translucent, just shy of invisible. Another wave and she was back entirely. "What else would I be talking about?"

"New York City," she said. "What about you?"

Andy shrugged, and hitched his backpack up higher. "Dunno. I'm thinking I fell asleep on the subway. Either that or Jeff shared his high like he shares his bad breath." He rolled his eyes. "This is kinda real for a hallucination, though. Never smelled anything in a hallucination."

Or a dream. One up on Leah.

"Might be a Shade new to the form," Jack said, considering. "Or something else altogether. Far be it from me to state the limits of the universe, Star or Sunside."

"Um," Summer said. "Sort of? It's more like... like a plan, for a building. The builders have to know how to put it together. Genes tell our bodies how to put themselves together." Sort of, anyway. As far as she understood.

She was better with anatomy.

"Never had a high like this, either," Taz mused. "What about you, darlin'?"

Dallu shook his head, with a slight smile.

"So, you were on the...subway, and we were tryin' to get into my cabin, and we all ended up here," Taz summarized. "Sound about right?"

Joanna laughed at that. "What is polite to appear as, then? A kitten?" She ran a finger lightly over where she felt the child to be, in an attempt at a tickle.

"Jacavi’noq Province." She looked blank, so Nemo tried, "Veni."

"Michaela is an angel," he said. "Or at least I think that's what Michaela is, I've never been told."

Jack, at a loose end, gave up his hold on the ground and let himself bob gently up and down. Forget walking, this was much more comfortable. Though he would not let go his hold on the human form and puff back into his proper shape. It seemed as if everyone here was human, and it would be rude to distract from that pleasing symmtry.

Also, he liked being human, dark and sleekly handsome. Even if it was so much more limited-- no tail to curl around a sister's wrist or a lover's thigh. Hands, in comparison, were dull.

She had to hope not. Teresa might be nearly twenty, but she still wouldn't react well, and no one else was home to calm her. "Thank you," Martina said, perhaps a bit stiffly. "I... worry about her."

"Basically," Andy said. "So much cooler than anything Leah's done."

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