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

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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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"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.

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"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?"

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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....