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     “I’m a witch.”

     Wren leaned back in her seat, crossing her legs. She folded her hands in her lap, watching the young woman. She wore a soft smile, waiting for the questions she knew would come. But first—

“you again?” he asks with a small smile. he doesn’t mind her company. he likes having her around. although he can’t seem to figure out what she’s about. he was used to everything going the way he needed it to. maybe not always what he wanted. but what he needed. good luck, bad luck, constant toss of the dice. but it had been that way for a while now, with gambling, with odd opportunities popping up out of the bloody wood work. and lately he’s started to notice her around. coincidence, certainly. nothing to do with the ups his life had been taking. but he decided that even though he likes looking at her he wants to talk to her, too. so, he had a few times before today. passing things mostly. nothing serious. but he’ll see what happens if he actually does talk to her. maybe he’s just overthinking. light, he could be overthinking. but that wouldn’t be so bad if it got them a few minutes. 

they’ve ran into each other a few times. since the first introduction when he had thought of a million different things to say to her. he hadn’t said half of them. and most of the other times had been him stumbling over himself to get her to smile. she was meticulous, beautiful, and something else, a little unreachable. but she had a sadness to her that he couldn’t place. he wanted to know what it was that was behind her eyes, something unsettling. or cool. he wasn’t sure which. he hadn’t seen her around here for a few days. it wasn’t like he was looking for her. no, of course not. he wasn’t going to be that ridiculous. and besides he was only here for a short time, wasn’t he? he had come been stationed out here but at some point he had just decided to stay. he wasn’t sure what it was. but he hadn’t planned on lingering around waiting to see her. he wasn’t waiting. but if he had been looking around for her until he catches where she’s at. he has something for  her. but now the gift in his pocket is starting to feel ridiculous. some women got offended by that sort of thing. and that was the last thing he wanted to do. but women, light, were women complicated. he stops just where he’s sitting, offering her a smile when he catches her eyes. light, wouldn’t that be embarrassing if she doesn’t want to talk. suddenly he feels heat at the back of his neck, his mouths dry. but with perfect composure he leans on the back of the chair across from her. because he’s not bloody nervous, he’s impressed dozens of women. and he was only asking a simply bloody question just then. “do you mind if i steal this seat?”

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Marianne watched Karnchana float down, light as a feather, from such tall heights. "Nice gliding, Aang," she called out fondly, thankful that the girl hasn't blown her two towns away with a massive hurricane for the nickname. Yet. "You always look so elegant up there. You make it look so easy. Well, you make everything look so easy, even schoolwork. But I know you work hard for it." As with art, it's always the outcome that most people see, rarely the hard work that went into it.

“A Vlogger. Wow, really? So what happened there? Did you just wake up one day and decide you wanted your whole life to be totally pointless? There’s only one thing less relevant than a Vlogger, and that’s a radio host” He finished dramatically, holding for an equally dramatic pause, before deciding to clamber up onto Denise’s desk to look at all of her things, “Bee-do-wip-doo! Right, let’s see what you got here. Boring, boring, boring,” He tossed notes to the floor with every word, “Really boring, extra boring, ooh that’s juicy, boring, boring....ooh what’s this?” He held up a picture of an ugly half-monster of a creature, “A picture of your Mom?”

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“Hey! No! That’s mine!”

A squeaky cry broke the otherwise stagnant air of the streets as a rather small creature came running forward. Roughed up, with matted and dirty white fur sticking out in spikes here and there... Blue eyes angry and accusing. The item in question she was after was a little stuffed animal. A black and white pig. She’d left it unattended for a mere few minutes...

“Don’t take it!” She mewled, launching herself at the other’s leg and sinking her claws in.