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RP Time? You betcha!

"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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So... this wasn't home.

Andy eyed the area and its occupants for a bit before deciding not to give a fuck. Either he'd gotten a contact high from Jeff or he had fallen asleep on the subway, and either way bizarre groves appearing in the middle of New York City weren't really his problem. If he was dreaming, though, that meant he was lucid dreaming, which was kind of cool-- he'd always wanted to try that, ever since Leah claimed she could do it and annoyed him with her (entirely fictional) superiority.

He swung his backpack over his shoulder and looked around, interested, before deciding to approach the sole black woman in the place. Safer, generally, even if she was with a white dude.

"Hi," he said, coming within earshot. "So... come here often?"

((Andy is like fourteen.))

Taz turned, and smiled slightly. A mixed Islander, raised by his mainland parents, between his face and his accent. Near of an age to join a ship, if she was any judge. "No, it's our first visit," she said, wryly. "I don't suppose you were expectin' to end up someplace else?"

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.

"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?"

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

"Allow me to guess," Taz said, with a crooked grin. "Leah's a sister?"

"She has two, she knows all about sisters," Dallu said.

"Yup," Andy said, "younger. She's eight and she's such a pill, God." He grinned back at Taz, feeling at home already.

Taz grinned back. "Big difference for you, yeah? Kes is two years younger, she works on my ship. Our other sister, she's another two younger. She's a crafter, so we don't see her as much."

"Well, sort of. I mean, if you want to get really technical and nitty-gritty about it she's only two years younger than me because our moms adopted me when I was four. But that's only in our family and I'm so totally smarter than her, so, you know, six years, all on my side."

Taz nodded. "Got it, that makes sense. I'm Taz Hantree, by the way. Captain of the Mornin' Glory. This's my navigator, Dallu."

Andy waved a salute, like his grandpa had taught him, only way lazier. "Andy," he said. "Andrew. Andrew Kendall. Andrew Caravecchio Hirschfeld-Kendall technically but I really only use my last surname because uh, way easier to spell."

Taz quirked an eyebrow. She'd never quite got the way of doing surnames like that--a couple ports she'd visited had trade-names, those made sense, but Clan names were always more logical to her. "That is somethin' of a mouthful, yeah. So glad it's simpler for my people."

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"Well, usually you get your dad's last name." Andy shrugged. "But I don't have a dad, so I get both my moms' last names. And my mom didn't have a dad until she was five so she had her mom's name and her dad's, which is how me and my sister wound up with such a mouthful. How does it work for you guys?"

"We have our Clan name," Taz answered. "Most of the time, people marry their own Clan. Sometimes you marry into another, and then the babes have that Clan name. I'm Clan Hantree, so were both my parents, and some hundreds more people, Grandfather would know better. Dallu?"

"We don't typically do surnames," he said. "Descriptions, sometimes. I was sometimes called Dallu Longhands, because mine are." He held up his fingers to demonstrate.

"Oh!" Andy said, gleefully. "That's cool. Man, I want one of those." He looked down at his hands, which were not particularly long. "No idea what it would be though."

"I'm afraid I can't give you one," Dallu said, with a faint smile. "They usually just sort of...catch on, whether you like them or no."

"S'true," Taz said. "He wouldn't give me one, either, even when I batted my pretty eyes at him and begged."

"You, estes, have never begged for a thing in your life," Dallu said mildly, and Taz laughed.

Man, everybody had a girlfriend except him. Andy kept that little observation to himself though. "I'll ask somebody when I wake up," he said, thoughtfully. "Not gonna ask my sister though. Brat. She can be Leah Bratface."

"A good name for all little sisters," Taz said, as solemnly as she could manage.

"See, you get it," Andy said, and gave Dallu a pitying look. "You'll never understand unless you have a sister, man."

"Sadly true," Dallu agreed. "I can't even share Kes."

"Not for this, anyway," Taz said. "You're lucky, you only get the good parts of sisters."

Andy made an exaggerated face of shock. "You mean there are good parts to sisters?"

"Sometimes," Taz said, laughing. "Rare's that might seem."

"Leah's okay sometimes," Andy allowed, thoughtfully. "And, you know, I'd beat up anybody who said something bad about her. Except my cousins, but they don't say anything bad about her, they save it all for each other."

"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.

"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."

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