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I think that people who can't believe in fairies aren't worth knowing. ~Tori Amos

Tuesday, the 23rd of September
The Dormouse, Late morning

The sky is grey and the air is damp; it's going to rain at some point today. Good. It should rain today. The world and the heavens and all the people below it should weep. As much as Lucien would have hated it. Tonight we shall drink, and we shall laugh, and we shall surely weep; and then tomorrow we will all continue to live and laugh and love and cry without him.

It is only right that the sky open up today, for him.

I gave Romana the day off; I wanted to keep busy until tonight and waiting tables is just the right type of normalcy my life needs so badly right now. War gods in the basement, dreams come walking in the spare room, a daughter that can create with a thought and the devil in the details... my life may never be normal again but tea is a soothing constant.

With a sigh, I pin up my hair and smooth out my grey dress. I'll put on colors later tonight, I still have Lucien's turquoise shirt, that will do. I sit down at the window table with my tea and stare out the window at nothing in particular as the few tables of customers I have provide a pleasing drone of noise in the background.

Open to Mab, Fiona and Dana

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I'm so out of practice reading True Fae, it's pathetic. If she was a halfling, I'd be able to wiggle it out of her, but for now I can only tell that there's more to why she doesn't want to return than a fondness for Fiona. For now though, that'll suffice. I can always work out the details later.

"Well," I smile again and half of a laugh slips out with it, "I suppose that'll have to do for now. A truce then? Regardless of our backgrounds, we'll both be in a stronger situation here with the other's support than if we're working at cross purposes."

The sheriff smiles then, a real one, and sort of laughs. I suppose that'll have to do for now. A truce then? Regardless of our backgrounds, we'll both be in a stronger situation here with the other's support than if we're working at cross purposes.

I incline my head. "I will agree to a truce for the sole purpose of the welfare of our mutual charge."

A truce does not mean an alliance. Though it may lead to one. As anything that happens in this town may affect Fiona's welfare. And neither of us will let her come to harm.

Just at that moment the curtain in front of the kitchen opens and I hear Miss Wanda clear her throat.

"Exactly that. Fantastic," We're just about to seal it when I hear Wanda, and then Fiona comes out of the kitchen holding a plate. And doing her best to contain the sniffles.

It suddenly dawns on me that she might not have heard about Lucien yet. Lucien who was essentially a favorite uncle.

I turn to her and smile, hoping that she'll bring it up if she needs to, "Hey Kiddo, everything alright back there? We were just getting better acquainted out here."

I give Mab a watery smile over Fiona's head, and I can tell the tension in the room has decreased somewhat. Thank gods, a fight over Fiona is the last thing I need today.

"I hear Rose fussing, she's my daughter," I add in clarification for Dana. "I'll be right back down. Fiona, would you serve the scones for me? Oh, and.., uh, Mab? I need to fill you in on something that Rose did." Guess I should let her know Excolo has a new resident that may resemble Rose's father in almost every way. "Be right back." I promise and head quickly up the stairs.

It seems the sheriff and I are in agreement. Excellent. I smile across the table at the lady sheriff. This went far better than I expected and it seems Fiona is returning to us with the promised food. So we can all break bread together.

Except that something is wrong. I stiffen in my seat as I take in my goddaughter's sniffles and sad face. I look over to miss Wanda who is giving us a pale and wobbly version of her smile. I narrow my eyes at her. What happened in that other room? What did you do or say to cause my goddaughter such sorrow?

The sheriff asks if everything is alright, which it obviously is not. Miss Wanda makes an excuse about checking on Rose, who she explains is her daughter and makes her escape from us after directing Fiona to take over as hostess. She also mentions that there is something she needs to tell the sheriff but not me. Could she not have waited on that til after I had left?

I will hold my tongue while we are in her house, but I do not think I like Miss Wanda nearly as much as Fiona's description of her had led me to believe I would. Perhaps I should have taken more note of the way she reminded me of the Court.

"Hey Kiddo, everything alright back there? We were just getting better acquainted out here."

No, everything isn't all right! But I don't know if Miss Wanda wants me to say that! But Dana looks angry like she's going to yell at Miss Wanda and yes I'm sad but it's not Miss Wanda's fault. She just told me about Lucien but she didn't make it happen!

"Um. Miss Wanda told me something sad. But it's not her fault?" Maybe that will help. "And she asked me to give you scones?" I hold out the plate hopefully.

"Um. Miss Wanda told me something sad. But it's not her fault? And she asked me to give you scones?"
I snag a scone and gesture Dana to the plate before Fiona can put it down. Take in Fiona's sniffle and wide eyes, "Did Wanda just tell you about the Doctor?" It still hasn't really sunk in for me. Maybe it will tonight, but for now it just seems like I just haven't seen him in a few days. Not strange or odd at all, "It's a horribly sad thing."

Rose is already sitting up and patiently waiting for me. "I guess you head that we have company," I sigh, going into the drawer with all her little dresses to find something to wear. I pull out a pretty sage coloured dress that instantly turns purple (http://www.babydiscovery.us/product_images/s/821/2601002e__62671_zoom.jpg) as soon as I turn towards her. We blink at each other for a moment, then with another resigned sigh, I get her dressed and head downstairs.

"Sorry about that, are the scones okay?" I ask quietly stepping back into the tearoom with my daughter. She looks all around in absolute wonder, and I can only imagine what she see's that I cannot. "Say hello to our guests, little Miss."

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I let my frown soften as Fiona tells me it's not our hostess fault and I take one of scones when she holds the plate out towards me. The sheriff already has one and her words to Fiona asking if it was news of the doctor that upset her lets me guess what may be the matter. Death comes seldom to those of the fae, and is most often violent or gruesome. I did not know the doctor but many in town did. I incline my head respectfully as he murmurs that it is sad and horrible. And it reminds me of how dangerous these Iron Lands can be.

I do not feel any hunger now that death has been mentioned however indirectly, but I bite into the scone anyway. It tastes very good.

Our hostess chooses that moment to return carrying an infant dressed all in shades of purple and lavender.I have not seen many infants, especially not human ones, so I look at this one curiously.

"Uh-huh," I say to Mab, really quiet. "She says it's okay but it's not."

Miss Wanda comes back then, and she's got the baby with her. I think the baby made her dress purple, 'cause it feels like it does when I change my clothes' colors sometimes. "Hi, Rose." Miss Wanda says that she can understand me, even though she's just a baby, so I always talk to her. It's not Rose's fault that there's something wrong with her, but it makes me sad when I see that she's all dark inside. I smile at Rose 'cause she's cute, but I still don't feel happy.

"Uh-huh, she says it's okay but it's not."
I reach out and squeeze her shoulder and lean in towards her a bit, "It's not okay, and it's not fair. But it's left to us to keep going. We can talk about later, for now though we have to keep up for Wanda, eh?"

Speaking of, she's back down quicker than I expected. Rose must be an easy baby, "And this must be the famous Rose I've heard so much about," I reach a hand toward her and Wanda. She's a baby, yes, but her eyes are older and I know that she understands every word we say. But my skin isn't crawling, so I suppose she isn't entirely her father's daughter.

Dana remains polite, but is certainly interested in Rose. Fiona says hello, but she is still so very unsure of her. Mab, on the other hand, is all smiles.

"And this must be the famous Rose I've heard so much about,"

I beam at Mab and offer up my little imp to her. "This is, the one and only." I laugh as I kiss her head. "Rose, this is Mab, now be nice and no pulling her hair." I chide Rose good naturedly. "Dana, this is my daughter, Rose. Unofficial greeter of the Dormouse." Look back to my pixie girl and give her a wink as I sweep her up and set her down on my lap once I sit down myself.

"Now Fiona, is Daniel older than you, or about the same age?" I ask as I reach over to slather a scone with cream for her. "And I'm sorry I made you sad, Pumpkin." I add in a softer tone as I kiss her hair as well. "A friend of mine passed away a few days ago," I offer to Dana in explanation. "We were close. He was the one that gave Fiona her pony, as a surprise." Manage to smile at that.

There is something dark and powerful and a little bit familiar about this child. I cannot place the feel only know that I have felt something like it before and recently too. So. Wanda's daughter is not entirely human.

Mab seems happy enough to reach out as if asking to hold the babe. Wanda seem happy enough to let her. Introducing the sheriff to her daughter and her to me before turning back to continue her earlier conversation with my goddaughter.

I rise from my seat and move closer to the sheriff and baby. maybe when I am closer I will get a better feel for the kind of power Rose has and thus might remember what it reminds me of. "Greetings, Rose, Daughter of Wanda," I say.

Though I do turn round when Wanda offers me a quick explanation for earlier, saying that the man who died was a close friend of hers and had given Fiona her pony, Sparkle. I incline my head to her and murmur a few words of condolence. I feel a bit awkward about that. My people are not in the habit of dying and so we have little knowledge of the proper things to say or do. Too often we pretend it does not happen. That the deceased is merely somewhere else. Or we pretend they did not exist because it is too painful to contemplate the idea of one of us not being any more.

I am perhaps a bit guilty of that myself. I am not quite able to think of Feidelma as dead, though she likely is. If what she feared came to pass.

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"It's not okay, and it's not fair. But it's left to us to keep going. We can talk about later, for now though we have to keep up for Wanda, eh?"

I put down the plate so I can give Mab a hug. It feels good and safe when she hugs me, and I'm still sad, but I feel a little better. "Uh-huh," I agree. It comes out a little squished-sounding 'cause my face is still in Mab's shoulder. I stay that way for another second, until Miss Wanda starts talking about other things.

And then Miss Wanda pulls me in to sit on her lap, and it's nice when she hugs me, too. "It's okay," I say, hugging her back. "It wasn't your fault. And. Um. Daniel's two months older. Two months and three days." She was right - that makes me happier when I think about it. A little.

"Rose, this is Mab, now be nice and no pulling her hair,"
I sit Rose on my lap, and reach for the jam with my free hand. I do notice that my nose is tingling a bit like I have to sneeze. That added to Fiona's glance at Rose's dress leads me to believe that she's done something to it. I'm not feeling ill though, so she isn't manipulating her environment the way her Father does. Which is good, I'm sure that what's natural to one like him could become laziness in a child who also has mortal blood.

"Ah, I'm not worried. We're going to be great friends, aren't we Rose?" Dana's leaning in closer to offer her own greetings, and I take the opportunity to slather the jam on my scone, "Who's Daniel?"

Mab does not seem put off or affected by Rose, and Dana leans over to greet her as my darling Fiona hugs me back. All is well in my little corner of the world for the moment, and I am glad when the conversation turns back to the beguiling Daniel. And she must like him for she has the age difference down to the day.

Rose is glad for the company, and she babbles away in my head about shining and sparkling as Fiona speaks of ponies and boys, and maybe I don't know much more about Dana, but it's obvious she cares about Fiona as much as Mab and I do, so she is alright in my eyes.

And I could do much worse today than to spend a afternoon with pleasant company in light conversation....

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