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Lyra pulled back her purple hair with its red tips into a pony tail as she entered the library. She took in a deep breath, inhaling the heavenly smell of paperback books and dust. Alright, time to get down to business and do the research she needed for her mom’s latest lesson. Too bad this was a new library and she had no idea where to go...

With no other choice, Lyra approached the service desk while she dug in her bag for the list of books she needed. It wasn’t until she stood before the desk and looked up that she realized just who was sitting behind it: someone very cute and definitely out of her league. Wow. If only she stood a chance. Lyra swallowed the lump in her throat and tried to remember how to form English words. “H-Hi. Your name is books. My search is Lyra.”

Nope. Wow. Really? She fiddled with the paper in her hands. “I um- I mean, my name is Lyra. I’m looking for some books. Help please?”

Ella bolted up from the bed when she heard the fridge open. Something wasn’t right. Emily was on mission and Lyra was spending the night with Avis….so who was in her kitchen? Ella threw on a robe over her shorts and tank top and headed to the kitchen. The figure was hidden behind the door of the fridge, but their energy felt familiar, which didn’t necessarily make Ella feel any better. Someone was definitely there. “Hey, if you’re hungry the least you could do is ask me where the good snacks are hidden.”

Ella scrunched up her nose when she felt her wife shift again on the bed beside her. They had agreed to go to bed earlier, but Ella was starting to get the idea that Emily wouldn’t be falling asleep anytime soon. Was something wrong? She blinked and rolled onto her side, snuggling closer to Emily and gently kissed her cheek. “Hey, you okay?” 

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Ella smiled softly and rested her head on Emily’s shoulder. The soft music played and their bodies swayed along to the melody. Ella let out a content sigh. “I’m so glad we’re home. I missed you so much.” 

“Oh come on, it’s not that *big* of a fire.” Ella flinched when another set of the glass windows in the building burst out. “Okay, so maybe not…Hey Yami? What do you think we should do? I could try to put it out? We could try to knock the building down? I could absorb the fire? Oh! Could you make a big fire truck and I’ll channel the water and you can aim the hose?!”

Ella chuckled in amusement, but a flicker of concern ignited in her eyes as the fire continued to roar. “Or….other options?”

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The doctors told Ella that she got Melody to them just in time. That if she had found the woman a moment later, she would have ended up in much worse condition. That news was some kind of relief.

That day she had left shortly after contacting Astra and Avis and the other Seekers about finding Melody and taking her to the hospital. While she knew Melody, they weren’t exactly close and she didn’t want to take up space that could be used by someone Melody would prefer to wake up to seeing.

Still, that didn’t keep Ella from stopping by the next day to make sure everything was okay. Clad in jeans and a long black tshirt, Ella located the hospital room the nurse gave her. A light tap on the door and she peeked in the dimly lit room. “Melody? Can I come in?”

Ella readjusted her bag as she entered the newest town on her journey. A smile grew on the dragon’s features and her tail swished in delight, the thought registering with her. This was a new place for new adventures and a new crowd to dazzle. She maneuvered her way through the people walking along the street until she came to a decent sized street corner. This would be perfect.

She set her black bag down and pulled out her old hat and music player. Ella set it on the ground and rubbed her hands together as the upbeat music started playing. She breathed into her palms and fire gathered until it was softball sized. Start with a basic orange and make her way up to the more complicated tricks. The fire was tossed between her hands and spit out another fire ball so that she was juggling two. She spit out another and juggled the three. She hopped and twirled along with the music, the fire whirling around, rising and falling. A wistful smile formed on her lips as she moved and danced. What a good way to start the day.

“You’re not Ella. My wife would have remembered our daughter’s full name.”

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