HOME FIRES MISTS LIFEBLOOD SPOKES
Subtly sowing seeds..
melody - Wednesday, March 03, 1999, 12:11 PM
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Melody knocks on the door one afternoon.
Tracy opens the door, a towel draped over bare shoulders, wearing only his
jeans. He looks like he just got out of the shower "Hello?"
Melody blinks. "Whoops. Did I come by at a bad time?"
Tracy shakes his head, "Oh, no. Sorry, I just got done showering after
working in the garage all day"
Tracy is a Willowy, slender, sort who seems perhaps to bend but
never break in the wind. Chocolate brown hair, shot through with lighter
golden and red highlights which scintillate in the light, spills over
Tracy's shoulders in a flowing river of silken tresses. Tracy's complexion
is saffron, lightly tanned and smooth, and a pair of deeply engaging eyes
are set beneath a delicate brow. Tracy's eyes are not monochrome, each eye
is its own distinct color.The left eye is the green of a verdent forest
while the right eye is the azure blue of a cloudless sky. A small nose
that turns up just short at the end is positioned above delicate lips and
an expressive mouth. Shirtless, as he is, it is easy enough to tell that
Tracy is male. His slender, dancerlike, atheltic form still bears a
delicacy that is feminine.
Tracy's neck is slender and bears the tone of an athlete as it
slopes gently into the smallish shoulders of a 5'11" tall frame. His arms
are well defined and muscularly lean and his smooth chest bears the
ripples of a mountain climber's muscle beneath tanned saffron complexion.
Black jeans hug Tracy's slender hips and long, willowy legs close. Small
wrists and delicate, long fingered, hands bear a silver ring with onyx and
a silver finger gauntlet as well as a silver claddagh ring. Upon Tracy's
feet is a pair of black combat boots.
Melody says, "Sorry to bug."
Tracy rubs the towel at gathered mass of his thigh-length tresses. They
must take a LONG time to dry "Oh no, it is no problem. I just was not
expecting company. COme on in and make yourself at home."
Melody says, "Thanks, I appreciate it. Want me to help you brush out your
hair?"
Tracy pauses for a moment and considers that, then nods, "Yes, if you do
not mind. My hair takes a lot of upkeep and it is not always easy."
Melody nods. "I knew someone in a similar situation. I helped her with hot
oil treatments. And even hennaed it once."
Tracy giggles softly, rather girlishly really, and sits down on the couch.
He picks up a wet-brush from the tabletop and hands it to you "I really do
appreciate this."
Melody takes the brush and grins. "My pleasure. I like brushing hair
anyway." She starts to work out the ends, holding the long hank of tresses
in her hand to keep it from pulling.
Tracy's hair is as soft as silk and while thick, it is so fine that it
would probably flow through your fingertips like water if it was not held
together by being slightly wet. He lets out a soft sigh, evidently enjoying
his hair being brushed.
Melody is even more careful when she feels how fine it is, since it's even
more prone to tangle that way. Knots are carefully isolated and worked
through. "You have absolutely gorgeous hair."
You can actually feel the heat of the man's blush even if you cannot see
his face like this. He murmurs "Thank you very much. It is my one real
vanity I suppose. It is very impractial for me to have it so long."
Melody strokes the brush along your back. "Yes, but hey..if it makes you
feel good."
Tracy chuckles softly "It does. People often seem to admire my hair, and
while I am a trifle shy" yeah, sure, a trifle "I do like attention.
You say, "Just not as long as you have to talk back, huh?"
Tracy giggles softly, blushing again "Yes, that sounds about right..."
You say, "Nothing wrong with that. So...where are you from?"
Tracy says, "Oh...all over. But I am creole, I was born in Nawlins and
raised there till I left to go to college."
You say, "That explains the accent."
Tracy murmurs, "Is it that noticable?"
You say, "Not unless you're curious. Then you have to listen."
Tracy chuckles, "Ahh, and you are curious I take it."
You say, "Aren't you about me?"
Tracy mmms, "You do have a good point. Yes, I am."
You say, "You can ask."
Tracy asks shyly, "Well...then...where are you from?"
Melody's hairbrushing technique is excellent. Even as long as your hair is,
she's only pulled a few times, and never twice in the same spot.
You say, "The midwest, really."
Tracy never seemed ot notice the pulls, evidently just enjoying the
brushing as a whole. He asks "The midwest? Whereabouts?"
You say, "Ohio, actually. But if you mean where I found myself..I'm from
England then."
Tracy says, "Ahh, I see. I know nothing about Ohio, but England is a source
of some facination to me. I love the Victorian Era."
You say, "Really? I didn't specialize in that..what interests you?"
Tracy says, "Mostly the Victorian culture and mannerisms. I am not that
knowledgable but I love the style to it..."
Tracy stretches a little, careful not to interfere with you brushing his
hair, "I suppose I am a die hard romantic. Alot of that actually goes into
my writing"
Melody's brushing is definitely soothing. "You said. Fantasy?"
Tracy says, "No...Science Fiction. I'm Eric Anderson. That is my pen
name...I'm the author of th eHalo series."
You say, "I haven't read it. Sorry!"
Melody strokes an appreciative hand down your hair.
Tracy can't help it, once someone gets past his shy demeanor he loves
pettings. He leans back into the contact a little with a sigh.
Tracy says, "I'm not suprised, I'm not well known here yet..."
Melody continues to stroke gently. "Do you sell well?"
Tracy mmms, "I sell decently. I was not a dismal failure but I have not
gotten a lot of attention yet either. Not that I want it directed on ME,
but...
Melody keeps caressing your hair, even lifting it to smell it. "Maybe
you're just good at hiding."
Tracy's tresses are sweet with the delicate scent of jasmine. The drying
locks shimmer wiht red and gold highlights amidst the earth brown
"Perhaps. I just hope people like my books...they are my way of reaching
out"
You say, "Who are you trying to reach?"
Tracy says, "Everyone. Anyone who needs a place where they can dream.
Anyone who wants to hear my message of the self being stronger than the
odds..."
Melody leans into you. "You've reached Iris. Can I borrow a copy of your
books?"
Tracy says softly "Sure. I actually have a couple of extra copies around
here my friend...I'd gladly give you a copy. I have two of my trilogy out,
the second one is about to go on shelves."
Melody gathers your hair into her hands, rubbing her cheek against it.
"And the third?"
Tracy's bared skin is warm and smooth, just as soft really as his hair
save that he is steel far beneath it with a climber's wiry muscle. He looks
over at you and begins to hesitate just a bit, realizing how sensual this is
getting but not stopping you yet, realizing you may simply enjoy contact as
he does "My third is still being written"
Melody isn't pushing anything. She's just enjoying you. "How far is it
along?"
Tracy says, "I have the outline and half of the book so far."
Melody looks up at you, still petting your hair. "Do you have a release
date for it?"
Tracy shakes his head "Tentatively...some time in the five months."
Melody continues to stroke your hair. "Will that end the cycle, or will
there be others?"
Tracy says, "Mmmmm, there will be others...but they will not be the same
series or same characters. Different storylines, different characters,
same world setup. Probably a little crossing over"
Melody says, "I wish I had time to read anything other than my research."
Tracy says softly "Well...if you get a chance, I did tell you I would let
you have a copy of my books"
Melody says, "I'd like that."
Melody smiles at you warmly.
Melody says, "Are you ready to open up to me yet about other names?"
Tracy murmurs "You know wha tI am, you know that I am one of the awakened.
I suppose if you were Technocracy or anything dangerous I would already be
doomed. Speaking of myself, I am willing to do."
Melody nods. "For the record, I don't wear any kind of sunglasses." She
smiles as if making a joke.
Tracy chuckles, "Yes, well..I do but rarely Mirror shades."
Melody holds out her hand, palm up.
Tracy looks at your hand a moment, slowly, tentatively, extending his own
hand...
Melody says, "I'm called Vine, by my Circlemates."
Tracy says softly "I have no other name amongst my Tradition, save the title
of Scientist. Dr. Tracy Marcus Black."
Melody says, "Let me guess. You're an Etherkid."
Melody's voice is very quiet.
Tracy smirks, "And her eI thought I'd be mistaken for a Hollow One. Yes, I
am a Child of Ether, part of the Ethernaught Society amongst its ranks"
Melody says, "Orphans don't use titles like doctor and don't refer to
themselves as a Tradition, friend."
Melody grins.
Tracy grins in return, his myriad eyes sparkling. "I think I can pretty well
guess your Tradition. Bani Verbena?"
Melody says, "Sure thing. But then, I don't keep closeted from friends."
Tracy chuckles "I was half expecting to find you would be an Orphan"
Melody shakes her head. "Nope, I was duly initiated into the Verbena when I
started my masters."
Tracy smiles at some private joke, "I see. Well..." he folds the towel about
his shoulders and lays it in his lap "Can I get you anything to eat or
drink my friend?"
Melody says, "Milk, perhaps?"
Tracy nods, "Sure..." He blushes a bit "And I should probably mind my
manners and put a shirt on. Sorry for your having caught me coming out of
the shower like that..."
Melody says, "There's nothing wrong with the body, Tracy."
Tracy purses his lips, looking down "I...I suppose."
Melody says, "Uhoh. I sense a story."
Tracy raises an eyebrow "No...no story. It is poor manners for me to walk
about my guests half naked. Rather unbecoming"
Melody says, "Ever been to a Verbena rite?"
Tracy says, "Not in this life." A joke? "Mardis Gras, however, I have been
to many times."
Melody says, "More than half the people there will be naked. Trust me."
Tracy smirks a bit, "Sounds like alot of people's idea's dream.
Melody shrugs. "Only if you find nakedness titillating in some way." She's
incredibly blase about it.
Tracy steps into the kitchen and returns with a glass of milk and a glass
of OJ. He hands you the milk "If it truely does not bother you...then I am
more comfortable like this."
Melody says, "It really doesn't bother me. But I sense it does you."
Tracy smirks in that pissy-goth, half sneer, kind of way. Obviously a cover
for his natural shyness, a defense mechanism like the hedgehog's spines to
ward off others.
Melody smirks right back. "I don't buy the act, hon."
Melody's voice is gentler than her expression.
Tracy's expression melts, looking mor elike a lost child than anything for a
moment. A grounded angel. He murmurs softly with shivering eyes that
sparkle in the light "People...I fear. Nakedness around people is percived
as being unprotected...you are part of a handful who have gotten a lot
closer to me than most people will ever try to.
Melody holds out her hands, palm up, again.
Tracy reaches his hands out to yours, suddenly very childlike and unsure.
Melody takes your hands and holds them securely. "And ye shall be free from
fear and persecution. And as a sign ye are free, ye shall be naked in your
rites. And ye shall sing, and dance, and feast, and make love, all in My
name. For I am the Mother of all things, and My love is poured out upon the
earth."
Tracy blinks, an odd familiarity entering his eyes. He nods a bit, but his
eyes are locked on yours.
Melody says, "Nor do I require aught of sacrifice, for behold, I have been
with you from the beginning, and I will be with you in the final embrace,
and I will bear you to your next life."
Tracy closes his eyes a moment and takes a deep breath.
Melody whispers "So speaks the Star Goddess. And know that if that which you
seek, you do not find within, you shall never find it without." To the
Awakened spirit, having been on so many quests to seek the Avatar, this
rings with Truth.
Tracy murmurs "Melody...that..." he opens his eyes and looks sheepish, "I
think I needed ot hear that...even if I am not of your faith."
Melody reaches up to touch your face. "We can all learn from each other.
That's why there are nine on the Council." She smiles warmly. Not beautiful,
that face; more honest and open and a little wry.
Being cursed by truely alluring beauty, Tracy canot help but smile
beautifully even if warmly. He is of a guarded nature, delicate in
appearance, but he is warm with you and hesitates almost pulling away at
first but then leans into your touch.
Melody just strokes your cheek. No more. It's as if she feels your bond with
Iris, and keeps just to the outside.
Tracy's cheek is as smooth and soft. His skin is like silk that has been
warmed in a sunbeam, tantalizing to touch even if only chastely. He murmurs
"It is very nice to know who one's friends are."
Melody is nothing if not self-controlled. "That's what I was seeking here.
My old coven...we grew apart."
Tracy nods just a bit, alighting next to you like some bird who has found a
perch "Perhaps the cabal I seek to form will be a home for you..."
Melody says, "Maybe. But that's up to all. A coven is a group mind with
several smaller components."
Tracy nods, "A group mind...that sounds a bit..." he shivers.
Melody says, "Scary?"
Tracy nods, "Perhaps. Iris and I are like two sides of the same coin, we
know each other like sibling souls. But our minds, while in complete love
with one another, are also distinct and separate. One thing I do not like
about people is their tendency towards a group mindset...a crowd mentality.
Anything like a group mind frightens me."
Melody mmms. "Maybe I misspoke. When you and Iris act..you know what you're
going to do before you do it, yes?"
Tracy nods, "For the most part...yes."
Melody says, "That's what I mean. Moving in harmony with each other. Like a
song."
Tracy nods, "Like notes of music...waves in the ressonance..."
Melody nods. "Exactly. That's not so scary, is it?"
Tracy shakes his head, "No. That is like a family."
Melody says, "So is a coven."
Tracy nods "And ideally, a cabal. What my Tradition actually calls a Club
as I am suspecting is similar to your Tradition's, and Wicca, Covens."
Melody says, "Might be. A bunch of like minds getting together to celebrate
what you find interesting, learn, and watch each others' backs?"
Tracy nods, "Yes. Of couse...my tradition has a flavor of Chauvanism which
is bitter to me to say the least. I will NOT call them the Sons of Ether.
The women in our group are more capable than the men in many cases, but yet
the name Clubs for our groups of Scientists hearkens to All Mens Clubs in
the Victorian Era."
Melody says, "Which is why I call you Etherkids."
Melody winks.
Tracy grins at you, "Far more fitting than you migth think"
Melody says, "You all love to play with your...your science."
Tracy says, "It is not just play. We love our gadgets, we love the spirit of
invention but we try to work for the greater good. The ones who follow
selfish goals we affectionately call Mad Scientists. I am an Ethernaught,
accused of being an Adventurer, affectionately labeled 'Pulp Action Heroes'
because of my Sci-Fi writing. But my writing is a combination of a therapy
for those who need a place to dream, a lesson that the self is the most
powerful unit and should not be lost in the establishment, and my own
little subtle ways of giving the Masses ideas back about the Ether."
Melody listens thoughtfully.
Tracy says, "The Technocracy wants to demolish the spirit of creativity, of
potential randomness, of CREATION. Our Science is along the lines of a
Theory, to be accepted, must be just as creative as it is plausible."
Melody says, "Ethernauts. And creative science. I like it, it has a poetry
to it."
Tracy smiles "We are about poetry."
Melody says, "So does Life."
Melody nuzzles your hair again, admiring it as it dries.
Tracy almost instictually puts an arm around you and gives you brief squeeze
before letting his arm drop to his side again. Quite strong for one so
delicate, btu then he IS well defined. "So..what is it like to be Verbena?"
Melody says, "Umm...I'd say joyous, really. And it makes you determined.
Sensing life does that...wouldn't you say?"
Tracy nods, "Being a student of Might...I mean Life, I can understand that.
Next to Worlds...umm, Spirit it is my main field of study."
Melody says, "Unlike a lot in my Tradition, I kind of focused on getting
close to my Godform."
Tracy ohs, "Godform?"
Melody says, "Godform. Avatar."
Tracy nods, "Ahhh. Yes. Avatar. I should have guessed...do you know Avatar
is a middle eastern name for Angel?"
Melody shrugs. "Didn't the Batini come up with it?"
Tracy says, "I'm not sure...I just always thought that its meaning was
intriging."
Melody says, "It is..but I've always thought of it as Godform."
Tracy nods, "Godform...that is very...powerful THere is alot of power in
calling it that..."
Melody grins. "Verbena have been doing this for a LONG time."
Tracy smirks "YEs...I suppose you have at that."
Melody strokes your cheek again. "And we may not understand you, but you
must be doing SOMETHING right."
Tracy closes his eyes and signs, enjoying the touch. He then blinks his
eyes open and murmurs, "Someone just drove up..."
Melody glances toward the door. "Iris?" She doesn't look concerned,
gathering your hair in her hands.
Tracy murmurs "No...I fix cars but we do not own one."
Melody says, "A customer, then."
A knocking sound is heard, coming from Garage -- Parking Lot.
Tracy shouts "Come in"
Melody says, "I guess not."
Nicky comes in from the outside.
Melody is sitting on the couch, apparently brushing Tracy's long hair.
Tracy is shirtless, hsi hair looking a bit damp like he recently showered
an is letting it dry.
Nicky comes in, limping, and looking like some villian from a bad King
Arthur movie.
Melody sits straight up.
Tracy blinks "Nicky?!" What happened, why ar eyou limping brother?"
Nicky sighs at the utterly domestic looking scene..."Honestly Tracy....you
really should add something about having company..to those calls of "Come
in"
Melody says, "What did you do to your leg?"
Tracy shakes his head, "We were just talking about philosophies...." he
moves to his feet like a bird fluttering form its nest and lights at
Nicky's side
Nicky says, "Bit of a bad work out.....lack of grace on my part. Nothing
serious."
Melody says, "Need some ice?"
Tracy says, "Let's get you off of that leg. I want to have a look at it."
Nicky looks at Melody...clearly trying to determine who this woman of odd
questions is.
Melody catches the sense of the look. "Sorry. I'm Mel. A friend of Tracy
and Iris's."
Nicky nods...slowly, a elegant gesture. "Ah...hello Mel. I am Nicky...also
a friend of the couple.
Nicky decides that leaning near the door is a perfectly aceptable place for
him to be, and rests there, taking the weight of one foot for a bit. His
silver gaze flicks back to Tracy. "Is this a bad time?
Melody says, "Are you sure you don't need ice for swelling or anything?"
Tracy says, "My guess is you have not gone to a doctor with this, hmmm?"
Tracy shakes his head, "No Nicky, not at all." he hesitates a moment,
looking to Mel then back at Nicky "She is safe to speak around, at least in
my opinion. But as yet unknown by the others."
Melody plays with her necklaces for a second.
Nicky shakes his head at Melody..."No....i'd rather no ice myself...but
thank you."
You mindsend to (Tracy) with: <>
Nicky quirks a dark brow....expression bemused and tensed for a moment....
then he sighs..and shifts all his weight to the other foot. He keeps quiet.
Tracy blinks a littleclosing his eyes just a moment.
Nicky studies the clock....then hmms softly.
Melody looks at Nicky while he feels the pull of Mind, but nothing seems to
be happening to HIM.
Tracy mindsends to (Melody): <>
Nicky says, "Well....perhaps this was a bad time after all."
Melody nods to Tracy. "Introductions in full, or just Mel.
Nicky turns for the door....
Melody says, "No, stay. It's all right."
Tracy murmurs "Umm...full. We are all on the same side here.
Melody says, "Nicky, right? Look, have a seat."
Nicky says, "I can always stay outside...so you two can talk more simply."
Tracy says, "Nicky, please have a seat. You know a certain ammount of
secrecy must pass amongst our kind, but it is time for the secrecy to be
parted."
Melody says, "No need." She studies Nicky appraisingly. "I'll go first,
since I'm the stranger, fair?"
Nicky leans against the door Jam..."No offence intended...but i'd rather not
sit."
Meoldy says, "My Covenmates call me Vine, Nicky. I'm one of the Awakened."
Nicky nods again....a leather gloved hand idly caressing the tassled hilt
of the Katana he wears...."Well met...again and still. I'm Nicky LeBrell. I
have no other name."
Melody says, "I'm Verbena, by the way."
Tracy simply lets the exchange happen, taking as much of a backseat as he
can. Both parties already know him.
Nicky glances at Tracy, wondering if he will be cleasring up these strange
words for him as always.
Melody says, "You don't know what that is."
Nicky says, "The things I don't know likely fill several books."
Melody says, "Are you Tracy's student?"
Tracy murmurs "Nicky is new at this. He is not my student so much as I
simply try to give him all the information I can to help him understand his
teacher."
Nicky shakes his head....at least he is sure of that much. "No m'lady.
Melody says, "I'm not in Circle, you don't need to call me My Lady!"
Nicky glances again at the clock, frowning at the time.
Melody grins. "Fair enough. The Verbena are the oldest of the Traditions."
Nicky says, "I'm going to have to be going...and quite soon."
Tracy says, "Is all well Nicky?"
Melody eyes Nicky in growing concern.
Nicky says, "Its not good for me to be out after dark."
Melody says, "Why not?"
Nicky says, "A bit of the darkness has detached from the rest, and taken a
very grim dislike to me."
Melody frowns. "In English? Once I've introduced myself, I don't play any
word games." Her voice is gentle, though.
Nicky pulls a few laminated cards from his pouch...and eases over to Tracy.
"That was english m'lady...and very proper too."
Nicky says, "Tracy...these are the passes i mentioned to you on the phone."
Melody chuckles. "OK, OK."
Tracy sighs and pulls a small device from within a nearby drawer. It looks
almost lika a palm sized gun with a screen atop it, but seems to not have a
weapon's look. He takes the passes and nods, "Right." He looks at them for
show times as he holds up the device, "Mind if I give you a check over?"
Melody blinks.
Both of Nickys brows lift..."You're not going to shoot me are you? I've
heard that's what happens to the messager of bad news."
Tracy shakes his head, "No, I want to check out your injuries the quick way
and check for any dimensional residue while I am at it. But you might want
to return Melody the favor of telling her your Tradition my friend."
Melody says, "What the heck is that?"
Nicky says, "My tradition?"
Tracy says, "Etherial ressonance transponder calibrated to bio-etherial
resonance patterns and poly-phase extra-dimensional resonance."
Melody's eyes glaze. "OK."
Nicky says, "Honestly.....I swear I need a farging warper to english
dictionary!"
Tracy nods to Nicky "The group you belong to Nicky...what is your
Teacher?"
Nicky says, "Ahh....simple questions...simple answers. "Akashic Brother....
I believe is what I have been told."
Melody nods. "So you got into it through the martial arts." It's not a
question.
Nicky watches Tracy and his odd weapon, but seems to be standing tolerantly
for what ever the man has in mind. "This is true m'lady." He says to
Melody.
Tracy runs the device up and down Nicky's form about a foot away. The
device eeps and blinks with flashing lights...
Melody watches Tracy, fascinated. "That thing looks like something out of
Flash Gordon."
Nicky shakes his head...."Tracy has the strangest toys...he's like a slim
version of batman.
On the 3X3 screen a full color graphic of Nicky's dimensions appears. It
has odd color coded information and numbers and words flashing across it.
Things like "Bio-Etherial Resonance modulation at 89%" and "Dimensional
flux within safe zone. Dimensional ressonance pattern details." It also
gives locations of injuries on Nicky's legs.
Melody chuckles, watching. "That's really weird."
Tracy blinks as his device suddenly makes a beep and the light at top goes
from red to green. On the screen it shows a breakdown of Nicky's sword,
"Dimensional Resonance poly-phasic flux pattern detected. Suggested
parallel patterns, umbrood." The sword on the screen looks like a nexus of
energy.
Nicky slants a wry grin at Melody..."I bet those goggles he has let him see
thru peoples clothing."
Melody stands up at the odd sound and then laughs to Nicky. "Yeah, but he's
too shy."
Nicky tips his head...eyes the talking gun bemusedly...."And the lady claims
I do not speak english"
Melody says, "That's not English either. I don't know what it is, but it's
not English."
Tracy blushes, "I've...umm...only looked at people's patterns through their
clothes...." He nods, noting what set off his device, unsuprised now. He
chuckles, "Just picked up on an alien life form is all."
Nicky says, "Its basic construction is english...but the way its linked
together....true foreign."
Melody says, "An alien life form?"
Nicky chuckles...and gives the sword hilt a leather gloved caress
Nicky says, "Tho its not handy for being out in public...I feel for now its
best I keep him with me."
Melody says, "Oh! The sword has a bound spirit?"
Tracy nods, looking over at Melody with his mismatched eyes excited, "A
powerful one too. More Dimensional resonance than I have seen concentrated
within one object on this side of the Gauntlet in a while."
Melody grins at Tracy. And he said they didn't play with their Science.
"What type of Spirit is it, Nicky?"
Nicky glances again at the time..."He calls himself Firebrand."
Melody says, "Choice name. I won't ask does he bite, he's in a sword."
Nicky says, "He has yet to bite me....just yell, and attempt to set fire
to things."
Nicky chuckles....sounds rather likes someone talking of a much loved...but
badly trained pet.
Melody blinks. "Shit!" she breathes. "Forces spirits are so temperamental."
Nicky says, "Well....so am i. We fit well."
Nicky says, "I should go....it gets later by the minute."
Tracy reaches over and gives Nicky a warm hug ,"Be safe brother."
Nicky hugs Tracy back, very gently. "Untill Sunday....then.
Melody says, "Take care of you."
Nicky says, "Well met m'lady. Safe travels to you."
Nicky wanders out
Nicky goes outside.
Melody looks after the young Akashic. "Baby mages are so cute."
Tracy blinks at that and laughs, "Oooh, I hav enever heard it quite like
that Melody" he giggles.
Melody says, "It's true!"
Tracy shakes his head and admits rather fondly "Yes, it is."
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