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 “Lawd ha’moicy,” Camille snorted into giggles even at the thought of this sort of task. New York City was a festering mass of those who thought themselves above others. So far as she were concerned it, was the mecca of snobbiness, “You gotchu two whole jobs if you tryna keep from ‘round dem, beb.”

 Her voice softened after this, as did the contours of her face. Curiosity had been sparked by the telling of this woman’s workfield… and along with it came the natural hesitation for Camille to reveal her own ignorance to it.

 “Dites-moi… what ecology is, chère?”

   “It’s a branch of biology that deals with the relations between organisms and their environment, I do other sciences too but ecology is somethin’ close to my heart.” The whole reason she chose to live amongst humans instead of hiding in a cave and dance amongst forest creatures alike her usual depictions, was because she found human’s intriguing.

They played such a large part in her world, there would be no point in trying to avoid them. “What do you do, miss?”

 “Aw..! Hush, chère, it ain’ nuttin’ a’t’all! You so sweet! ” she giggled. She wasn’t interrupting at all, and Camille was increasingly delighted by this woman’s warmth, especially to her open conversation. It was a characteristic that so precious few possessed this far in the cold, this deep in the heart of metropolis.

         “Ooh, you a bidness woman, beb..?” Camille asked on a gasp, perking mentally as well as physically. Her lashes parted, and the immediate intrigue Bowyn had ignited, just from this small introduction, glowed about Camille’s entire face, “Ma Jesus… you mus’ be a somebody forreal, den, unh..?”

  She could feel her cheeks burning up, always humble to her accomplishments. What was just a cover-up that applied to her already existing occupation, became something that gave her a reputation, although admittedly had her experiencing a little more attention then she’d like. “Mmhm’, Dr. Kane. Just some ecology, nothin’ too fancy.” 

  Her trip to this city had to do with her looking into interning some new students, and checking on the nymphs who dealt with the environment in this area. “Don’t know if I am, but I try an’ avoid those real snobby folk.”

“Yep, I feel ya. Sometimes work keeps you away from them thangs you really wanna do, ja feel? It’s, like, common. But I’m glad you could come back ‘n’ all. Maybe you’ll have more memorable moments ‘round here.” He thought she was someone with an AVERAGE job, really. Though open-minded, sometimes he tended to forget he wasn’t the only one who was different from different, that more people out there were being labeled as simple mortals when they were more than such term.

Legs continued to carry him and through her question, he tried to hold up his thumb, telling her that he was doing fine in spite of heavy material linked to short limbs. “It’s ALL good in the hood, thinkin’ in makin’ a lil’ party back here.” He joked, taking a small peek to see where they were heading. “And you’re real right, we almost there. First buildin’ with lil’ bushes outside —- that’s the one we’re lookin’ for.” A grunt escaped him whilst trying to lift boxes further. “And where you from?”

  “That’s what I was hoping. Left kinda’ abruptly last time, here to reconnect with old friends.” A nervous smile, was Caradoc always this oblivious? It’s been a while, could he FORGET? About her, about what they had. Did they even have anything, did she just make it up in her head? She continued to doubt herself, and it was starting to mess with the spirit.

    She  quickly  jots  down the  order  before  looking  back to the     woman and then around the bar with a slight shake of the head.

    ❝ If you were looking for something impressive,        I’m afraid this is about as interesting as it gets.        Unless you want to work here then it’s a lot of        ass grabbing from local drunks. ❞

     “Really? Would’ve expected a better pitch. Tell people this place      is like an indie underground club. An escape from real life. You’d      get dozens of resumes.”