Chartaue is a wine isn't it?{Micah}

[©erridwen Corrigan]

Cerridwen looked solemnly out across the lake as the bitter wind blew back her black locks as she mourned the loss of her love. This had been just one of the reasons why she had wanted to marry him so quickly. That image of the dead wolf she found in the forest a hundred or so miles from here made her shudder and unable to sleep at nights. Just the fact that every time she closed her eyes she was brought back to that moment, that one point in time when she saw that body, that dead...beat up body so limp and cold and stiff.

She hadn't cried. She saw it but she hadn't cried. She had been angry. Very angry. He had promised, to come back! He had promised her in that journal he had left her! That had been weeks ago but he had promised! To come back, to be with her, that he loved her.

Cerridwen's hair continued to blow in the wind as she looked out over the horizen of the massive lake. It looked like an ocean, and it could have been an ocean to her, but on the other side, she could see the thin faint line of solid land. If she could she would have just taken herself tied herself to a rock, an anchor and drown herself, she wanted to be with Eryk. She would be with Eryk if she did that, but alas, fate had other plans for her. Ceridwen had to take care of Mae, Eryk's sister. Oh sweet, sweet Mae Lee.

As tears fell freely now, Cerridwen reached for the rose. Their rose the one that had gone through so much. Once red now black, she took the withered black petals still soft like velvet and set them each gently into the water, letting the wind take them, taking them away from her, putting her final thoughts of Eryk to rest. From this point forward she wouldn't mourn him. It had been weeks. Weeks since she had seen him, weeks that she had been mourning him, she didn't need to be such a negative influence on Maelee. She hadn't let her know about her brother either. How did you tell someone your brother was dead? How? Cerridwen watched the petals float away in the breeze taking the last bits of Eryk with it.

Taking a deep breath, Cerridwen pushed her black hair behind her ears and stood her dark brown boots that came to her knees, her skirt that met the boots at her knees, only a bit of brown tights visible. Turning her back to the lake, she began her trek up the side of the hill wrapping her arms around her as she thought to herself.

[micah]

He'd finally gotten rid of Joshua! That rodent could track people like a freaking hound from hell. Three hours of trying to get rid of the rat and after diving into a huge crowd at a shopping center he'd gotten free. Now he was enjoying his freedom by taking a nice long walk in the moonlight. The breeze coming off of the water made him close his eyes and lift his head to the sky. It stirred his dark hair, and made his knee length, black trench coat flutter around his legs. To finally take a break from being watched, from people, from work was rare and beautiful.

Micah had taken his glamour abilities into the real world to stun and bedazzle the masses with his beauty. So he had to hide his ears and could never use his abilities or fly. It was a small price to pay for fame, riches, and a slew of women always at his side. He loved the attention, loved the effect he had on people, and loved seeing his name and face in magazines. But every dream had its nightmares. Micah wasn't the most loved person in his pretty people world because he didn't care. He'd do whatever it took to get one step higher. He was far too old to have morals stand in his way of success. He was cold, bitter, and cruel to most people who tried to get close to him. After sleeping with a fellow model he'd kick the out the next morning paying for their taxi out of dodge.

Joshua was the only one who remained and he had no idea why. Something about the Chardonnay's swearing to serve his line for all of eternity. The day he'd heard this and met Josh he laughed and told him to take his oath and go to hell. Josh nodded and replied 'I'd figure you say that.' They'd been friends ever since, or together. Not in a homosexual way. Micah liked women far too much, and Josh was not at all attractive. That was one thing he had a fault with. He stayed away from people who didn't classify as pretty. Why live for so long and not get the chance to be picky? Mortals had to be lose in who they chose because they had short lives. He had plenty of time so pretty people it was.

Feet taking him along the shores of the vast lake he spotted someone moving up the banks. Long dark hair, slender arms hugging a slender form, like some moonlit ghost. Deciding he'd been alone long enough he started toward the girl at a slight jog. As far as he knew this school in front of him belonged to those of Gifted children, or people not of the unknowing world. So he didn't need to hide himself behind his glamour which was nice for a change. The closer he got the more he could see her beauty. He grinned, he'd found a pretty, oh goodie.

"Oh, beautiful goddess of the night, why dost thou walk alone?" He called not too far behind her now. Micah approached her in his dark green dress pants, slightly light shade of a dress shirt, and black trench coat. His hair was slightly a mess from the short jog but it only helped his male attractiveness.

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Cerridwen couldn't wrap her head around the fact he was gone, the fact he was just...simply not there, that she would never see her love again. To see his smile, his beautiful blue eyes, never again to hear his laughter, and run her hands through his hair, to never feel the soft lips against her own, or able to taste the skin upon the nape of his neck as she nuzzled upon it. Never again would she get to do these things the treasured so much, never again would she get to do these things. The things she loved most. It was funny how every day you get to do something such as these, and how you paid no thought to it, to how much you love those sweet little things you get to do everyday, so much that you do it, you don't think about it, and take it for granted and then once it's gone, it's gone and you realize just how much you loved it.

Every time he ran his hands through her hair, his hands upon her cheeks, it was all gone, all the simple sweet actions gone. She sniffled slightly and shook her head. She needed to let him go. it had been a few weeks, and from the look of the wolf's mangled body, it looked like it had been sitting there a few days if not a week at least. This just depressed her so much, but...she had to think about the good things, the happy thing...how few moments there were of peace, and of love, but there was some thank god. Spreading her wings she was about to take off.

Cerridwen tried focusing on that as she heard a voice ring out clear as day. At first she thought it was Eryk and she couldn't help but a small smile appear on her face as she whirled around breathing his name. "Eryk?" She questioned though when she didn't see Eryk instead in his place she saw a fair skinned man with dark hair, and a bright smile. How...could he smile. Eryk was gone. He would never come back--Oh yeah...he probably didn't know him.

Cerridwen narrowed her eyes and her smile fell, a small disappointed look on her face. Taking a deep breath and making sure her voice was steady before she spoke she replied. "I'm walking alone because I'd prefer to walk alone. To not be bothered" Cerridwen then turned and started walking again, away from him this time.

[micah]

Holy hand granades the girl was a fae. He almost tripped over his own feet as he stumbled his greenish eyes widening at her wings. She turned her face like the goddess of the moon herself, but then it changed and she became a different goddess. One of darkness and one who frowned upon people who interrupted her peaceful night. He would not be shut down by some girl he'd just met. Not going to happen.

"Not be bothered? No one truly wishes to be alone. No one with your beauty should be alone." Micah slipped his hands into his trench coat pockets a cocky grin in place. His long strides had him catching up to her rather quickly, and his eyes were locked on her lovely wings. So long had it been since he'd seen another fae such as himself. Too long within the confines of the city. Too long within those concrete and iron walls. His prison. His punishment. Shaking his head he shoved those thoughts aside.

"Come now. You're being rather rude. Why not talk to me for a bit. You might find me charming." With one more step he was beside her and he stood almost a head taller than her. It was good to be tall. Most fae didn't get all that tall but there were always anomolies within a race. He, was one of them.

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Cerridwen didn't want to be bothered. Didn't he see this? She wanted to be alone? She wanted to go be with Mae, mourn with her, be with her, didn't he understand this? That she wanted to be alone? Sighing, Cerridwen did not want to deal with this, fate honestly had a sick twisted sense of humor. After only a few weeks, sending her someone else? Just like Eryk only...more shallow it seemed? Charming? Honestly did he just say that? Charming. That he would find her charming? Smirking slightly to herself, she would have to just teach him not to mess with her, and to defiantly not cross a Corrigan, especially a mourning or pissed off Corrigan. As he caught up to her, Cerridwen let her wings flutter but other then that she didn't lift off the ground, at least not yet. She would have a bit of fun first.

Cerridwen stopped and looked to him finally and looked him over. The same green eyes like her, black hair, it was...eerily similar. She looked him up and down. Eryk...he was so like Eryk and yet so different. How could this be? She watched him and looked down. "look, I don't want to be with anyone, I'd rather like to get going, it's quite chilly, and I want to get home. I have a little girl at home I'm sure needs me and she's very alone right now...and I'm sure my sister isn't keeping her company." A total lie. That was the biggest load of BS Cerridwen had ever said, but oh well.

"Thank you for your compliments and the entertainment you provided but I must go." She murmured looking down to the ground and then lifting her head to meet his eyes directly. That must have been the first time she looked anyone in the eyes since...well since she looked into Eryk's and his eyes...were so beautiful. The green, the vibrant green, so alive, so...happy. She looked away quickly and let herself hover above the ground now and try to focus on getting home.

[micah]

The pretty kitty had fangs! Oh, this was so much fun. Girls with claws were always more fun. The ones who always fawned over him were boring and it seriously got old. He was like a kid on christmas who just opened the present he'd been wanting all year. His greenish eyes darted to her fluttering wings and he grinned again. Fairy wings were the most beautiful things on the planet. He'd decided, that very moment. Tomorrow it would change. But right now her wings were beautiful.

"Chilly? Can't have that can we?" In a flash his coat was off and he reached to wrap in around her. "Fae's never did do well in the cold. The blood in the wings slow down and can't fly as well."

Or that was his experience. He'd heard of ice controlling fae but had never met any of them. So maybe it was different for them. A little girl? Was she a mom? Somewhat young to be a mother wasn't she? No matter, didn't have to be single or a virgin to appeal to him. All they had to be was female and pretty. The girl fit both those categories so she was game.

"Ahm, sure the wee girl is fine." His eyes widened a bit at her entertainment comment but he cocked a half grin eyes sparkling. "Tis my pleasure. Always willing to appliege a pretty lady."

She was leaving? Can't have that. Those eyes, those eyes had made him catch his breath only because it felt like she was staring into him, or past him. He didn't much like people doing that. Micah preferred to keep things on the surface, to keep things shallow. It was safer.

"Hey, now miss, you can't just up and leave me without giving me a name." It'd been a bit since he'd flown, but it was good to give the wings an old stretch now and again. He jumped into the air after her spreading golden wings with crimson designs. The feel of wind beneath his wings again. It was heaven. "Unless you want me to pull a Cinderella act on ya."

Micah flew in front of her hands in his pockets again grinning like this was all some sort of game. Life indeed was a game, when you didn't care what the outcome was.

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Cerridwen rolled her eyes shivering slightly and looked back to him afraid to return his steady gaze. "Thank you for caring...but my sister...she controls ice, she's...er yeah" She murmured and nodded. She wasn't about to tell him she was queen of the fae, that would mean he was probably intimated or something, and she almost, sort of didn't hate him. Sort of. Maybe just slightly. As she flew up higher into the air getting her blood pumping and warming up slightly, not that was she was that cold to begin with. It was sweet though, that he cared, or maybe that was just an act to get into her pants. She'd seen it before, and she along with the rose petals vowed that Eryk was the last and only person she'd ever sleep with. Ever. No matter how long she lived.

Now he was up in the air with her. Wait what? He was a fae too? That...well was...weird. It was seriously getting hard for her to hate him with the intensity that she wanted. She shrugged off his coat and threw it back at him, it landing on him with a thud as she push upwards even more. "Really...I don't think I need a babysitter...maybe I'll stare into the stars a bit and get lost, and hopefully lose YOU" She muttered getting feisty.

He wanted a name did he? She thought for a minute. "Cerridwen." She said finally. "Davidson" She said finally and looked to him, her cool green eyes looking him once more up and down avoiding direct eye contact. It was to early, she shouldn't even be around other guys, she needed to be with Maelee, her sister, helping her sister get Cal back, she clearly needed him, well not needed but at least missed him...she wanted to talk and it was down-right annoying having Minerva mope around the house all day.

"You know your charm isn't exactly working wonders tonight" Cerridwen informed him as she flew closer and closer to the stars.

[micah]

An ice fae? He'd just been thinking about that how curious. He followed her actions wondering what could've happened to make her so bitter, so sad, so alone. His flying seemed to throw her off a bit and another confident grin spread across his face. He loved surprises, and even more to give them. Micah was just about to say so when his coat was thrown in his face. Sputtering he rolled the coat into a ball and laughed.

"My, my Miss Kitty has fangs, and I never implied that I wished to baby sit you. That would make kissing you awfully awkward." He grinned flying over to her catching the whole losing you comment. "Ah! You wound me! Right in the heart!"

Falling a few feet his hands gripped his chest his head thrown back in mock agony. But he righted himself at the name. What a unique and lovely name. He dispised easy common names that could be forgotten the next day along with the face that went with them. But a name like that didn't come along every odd moon, and it had him grinning.

"Cerridwen? How elegant! How erotic! How deliciously marvelous." Micah flew over to her again dusting the ground below him with gold and crimson glitters. He often did that when he got excited, or was having tons of fun, and he was certainly having fun with this one. "Another wound!"

He clutched at his shoulder this time tossing his head back so hard he flipped in the air. After he righted from the flip he tried to get in front of her. "Don't be such a sour kitty. It is not good for pretty young girls. Gives them nasty wrinkles."

Making a face he shook his head not at all liking the idea of wrinkles maring this beauties face. The girl was fun, and if he was lucky maybe she might change her mood. Unhappy moods just did not sit well with him, not when he could do something about it. But if she kept this up too much longer he'd look for perkier prey.

[©erridwen Corrigan]

He was wanting to follow her around, and trying to make her smile...or at least laugh. SOmething Eryk used to do, with a sheepish grin and just appear out of no where and make her laugh...and smile. This made her mind wander, back to when he had slipped and spilled paint everywhere, and how it had just made her...laugh and laugh and laugh. Even if she had been upset, she had snorted and giggled, and he did things like that, now she had doubt she would ever smile again, and here comes, ambling along, this guy who she barely knew, no she didn't know him at all. Sighing, Cerridwen turned, looking away and up. "You are following me around like I need Adult supervision when I'm an adult myself you know" She murmured. "Really...stop following me like a puppy dog who wants attention" She snapped.

She could care less if he left or not. That was something she didn't care. If she wounded him...well even the prettiest of flowers had thorns to protect themselves from love. Hm. Hm. Hm. She watched him once more, the autumn colors falling off his wings, it was...beautiful to watch. The mist that seem to fall, and maybe there was something more to him then then what meets the eyes. It caught her curiosity. Maybe she would stick around...at least for a few more minutes.

Cerridwen watched him and nodded as he commented about her name. She knew exactly how to get him to go away. "You know my deceased fiance thought so too." SHe filled in as she kept flying along at a slow pace. This...was going to be interesting. To see how he acted with this. Quite interesting. And she WOULD NOT GET WRINKLES! SHe didn't get wrinkles...she was a fae for god's sakes. Did he not understand the definition of eternal beauty? Basically that meant no wrinkles...EVER.

[micah]

"Well, this sexy puppy finds it enjoying to follow you." He stated his eyebrows raising he slipped on his coat, then crossed his arms over his well muscled chest. "And I am not giving you ault supervision. I am merely interested in a pretty girl. If I wanted to supervise you I would not be acting like I am. I assure you."

So she was giving the whole leave me alone vibe, and backed this vibe up with words. But he didn't give up on things so easy, especially when his reputation was in question. Girls fell for him, no matter what, in the end they fell for him. He'd make sure this one did too. Micah watched her as she watched him he followed her gaze then noticed his dusting and almost felt embarassed. It was something a child would do, a fae who didn't have control of their wings. At that thought the glitter stopped falling and his manliness level went up in his mind. Sparkles and glitter did not a macho man make.

Deceased fiance. So that's why she was putting up the standoffish front. He'd known there was some reason, there usually was. Sometimes the girl just didn't want to put up with his bullsh*t, but most times there was a reason. Micah whiped the cocky smile off his face and zipped ahead of her.

"So, how long ago was it?" His eyes were serious his arms loose at his side. He was a jerk, he was cocky, he was selfish, but he would not rub salt into a fresh wound. He wasn't that big of an a**hole, or at least he hoped he wasn't.

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Cerridwen watched for a minute and the dusting stopped and she lost interest. "Such a beautiful thing...to have..." She murmured "The ability to be able to wash the world in the beautiful dust that you shed" Cerridwen sighed almost envious. She was not a fae of fall, but a fae of spring. It seemed most fae some how followed a season, and he just so happened to follow fall. Hmm. Interesting, and yet it might have been a sign since she absolutely loved fall. This was not a good thing. This was a horrible she was thinking about him...and she still had Eryk to think about, and no this was not right at all. Cerridwen followed now as he zipped ahead of her she followed a slow leisurely sort of pace. As she watched him she shook her head. "Your not doing that shimmering stuff..." Cerridwen observed. "It was nice. It was beautiful..." She said and looked down at the ground below her.

"It would piss my sister off especially. If it had anything to do with fall and she would have to come and work over it, spreading the snow and ice you know"Cerridwen tacked on with a hint of amusement in her voice. "And I think Maelee just go help her this year..." She said more so to herself then him.

When he asked her how long she shrugged. "A few weeks I'm guessing. Maybe a few days..." She sighed. "It's...I mean it's just fate. Fate as I've said many many times to Eryk...has a sick twisted sense of humor." Cerridwen said her voice softer now, more gentle as she spoke of Eryk. "But alas I need to accept it, and some how move on...even if it takes...well an eternity...I just loved him...so much" Cerridwen nodded rambling. One of her lovely traits. Sarcasm. As she rambled, Cerridwen caught up to him. He was a good person to ramble too, he didn't seem to look like he cared to much.

As Cerridwen rambled, she realized exactly what she was doing. Sh*t. She was rambling. No. No. No. I'm not suppose to like him or even try to be friends with him. He was rude. Arrogant. Mean. Evil. The Enemy! But his eyes...and...he seemed to care so...much. Odd.

[micah]

His wings stopped fluttering and he sank a bit at her comment about the dusting. He thought all fae could do that. His family could, maybe it was a family trait? Fluttering his wings to lift him back up into the air he almost felt bad for stopping the dusting. She was just so sad and it was starting to get to him. He didn't like sadness, depression, and it left a bad taste in his mouth.

"Yeah, I stopped it. Not very manly to have glittering falling all around me." Micah grinned flying backwards as he talked with her. Her words about her sister made him feel like there wasn't all sadness and gloom to her. He didn't know if his dusting had anything to do with fall, or any season. He just knew he did it. His mother had told him it was a sign of no control and childish. So he didn't do it. Beside like he'd said it wasn't at all manly.

As she spoke of fate and a boy named Eryk, who he guessed was the dead fiance, and her love for him. He concluded two things one this girl was in more pain over a person than he'd ever experieced. He'd never gotten that close to someone. Two, he had no chance in the firey pitts of hell of winning her over. At least not in one night.

"Well, that was a load of information." Micah gave half a smile and moved over to her. "I feel honored that you shared that with me. A complete, sexy stranger and you chose to share that pain."

He meant every word and him being serious and meaning it didn't happen often. At least not around complete strangers, and not when he was being nice. An a** he could be serious that was easy. But kind? Bigger step for the shallow man.

"I can honestly tell you I cannot understand how you feel." She represented the very reason why he didn't get close to people. "But, I would like to see you again. Not as a date, but to talk. Nothing more. I promise."

He gave his confident grin again fluttering backwards to give her space emphasizing that he wasn't asking for a date. In order to win her over it would take time and her to be able to trust him, to get to know him. Micah was almost a professional at winning women's hearts, and he was determined to win hers. Even if it did take an eternity. He never gave his heart back he just won them, then left them.

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"It doesn't matter how manly it is. Something as simple as...dusting could be the trait that could make me want to talk to you again" She pointed out flying along slowly. Manly. Pfft. Eryk had cooked...Eryk had been the least bit manly and she had been so sick in love with him it hurt, and for this...this guy who she didn't even know the name of, to say that dusting wasn't 'manly' well who was he to say what was manly and what wasn't? "Maybe I think dusting is manly hmm? What are you going to tell me I'm wrong and that be that?"Cerridwen asked, her voice just a tad sharp. She had no reason to be nice to this stranger, he was after all a stranger, and therefore she was in the clear to treat him like one, especially one that continually hit on her, even after she had told him to buzz off. He was quite an interesting man that was for sure.

As she realized she had overshared, she winced. "Er your not special" She muttered looking now to meet his eyes again. Lie. Maybe he was a tad special. He was...different. Well not from her. He was...she didn't honestly know. He was...different from Eryk. That was for damn sure. "Your not special, you just happen to be there. I ramble. Babble. To everyone, trust me your anything but special." She said saying this and breaking the eye contact once more.

She stopped and stared up into the sky. "The stars...you could get lost in them.." She muttered. "They're so beautiful. Like diamonds in the sky, a billion different tears, heaven is crying and this is the result. A million different tears that shine in the night, or million different souls, up there watching down upon their loved ones..." Cerridwen babbled once more clearly quite taken with the stars. "He never understood my fasination with them...but I just love them so." She murmured her voice dropping soft again and mesmerized.

She broke the trance loooking at him for a minute. "See me again? If you can find me, then you can see me all you want." She informed as she started again for home slowly flying above the tree tops now.

"What would we talk about? Why? What do you need to get off your chest?" Cerridwen asked "Because you might as well do it now I doubt you'll be able to find me you know..." She added shrugging. "And if you do then my hat off to you" And with that she stared into the stars again.

[micah]

She was something else that was for sure. Didn't care if it was manly? She thought it was manly? Where did girls like this come from? Was she the type that liked gay guys or something? All these questions flew through his mind as he flew along with her. His hands slipped into his pockets again amused at her anger. It took more than snapping from a girl to get him riled. Girls yelled and screamed and insulted him all the time. Why should he get upset every time?

"Not special? Why my mother would have to disagree, she always told me I was very special." He winked sorry for even trying to be serious with the girl. Being flirtaticious seemed to work better. Though the girl was right on one thing she liked to ramble, and he liked to listen. So often girls just kept talking on dates and he was used to it. Women liked to talk it was a proven fact they spoke more words a day than men. The more they talked the more he learned about them. What they liked, what they didn't like, what their dreams were, all of this leading to him winning them over.

"I once heard a story that the stars were caused by a great black mare." He leaned back until he was flying horizontal. "The black mare gave birth to the world, and to give light to the world she bit holes in her hide. Her essence flowed from those holes shining in the sky. That essence filled the world with magic, with beauty, and with light. The pieces with out the flesh of the mare was man. Sometimes those stars fall to the earth leaving their mother. To a world that no longer remembers the mare. These stars glow with their mother's essence full of magic and wonder. But each time they touched something they lost a bit of that essence leaving it behind. Until slowly they became like man. If a star dies some believe they return to the mother mare. Others just find a meadow full of beauty."

His voice had turned dreamy as he stared at the sky. "The stars gave us magic. Leaving behind fairies, magical herbs, and rocks used for casting. Everything the stars touched pieces of the mother mare left behind like a kiss."

Shaking his head he righted himself. "The stars are referred to in poetry, songs, and mythology everywhere. But it's just a story."

Secretely when he was child he'd wanted to meet a star after his mother had told him that story. Now he knew better that such silly things were meant for children and story books.

"I'll find you. I can promise you tha'." Micah gave another cocky half smile to the girl. "Off my chest? Puh, no. I'm a free spirit. Nothing weighs this bloke down."

If only that were true, but he didn't need to weigh down the girl more than she already was. He was surprised she was even able to fly. Such sadness had a tendency to weigh on a person. He'd never lost someone whom he'd loved complete but he'd felt sadness. Yes, something he knew all to well, but that nasty taste was back and those thoughts were gone.

(ooc. The idea about the mare is not my own idea. It came from a book that I read. Orphan's Tales: The Night Garden. I cannot remember the author. It is generalized for I could not remember everything and I added stuff...)

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For a minute Cerridwen listened, arching a brow. Special? "Well of course your mother said your special. I hope you respect her as well..and you cherish her." Cerridwen nodded. "You'd be surprised at how many people don't...and the you'd be surprised at how many people don't have mother's and wish they did." Cerridwen nodded again nagging him somewhat. She missed her mother, Maelee missed her mother, Eryk had missed his mother every day, but after listening to his story she thought about it. Eryk was her star. A bright shinning star looking out for her, she came to that conclusion as he continued speaking.

For the first time..since Eryk had left...she smiled. A story such as this, well it would make her smile. It was something...she would say, and certainly something she would tell Maelee. "Then fly with me.." She said finally reaching over and taking his hands pulling him upwards towards the sky with her looking up. "Maybe we'll both find what we're looking for because it is clear...as day actually" She observed "As much as you claim to be a free spirit, I can see past it." Cerridwen nodded and let go of his hands to let herself drift as easily as if she were in space, weightlessly drifting along.

That had felt...good. To smile. To be able to smile. Something like that, something she would say a story like that. As she stared into the stars her own little diamonds, maybe this was Eryk...looking out for her, trying to get her to smile, and sending her something...him. As a gift, maybe he remembered, her telling him that dark night how his mother was looking down upon him...well now he was understand and looking down upon her and Maelee and he was...wanting to make her smile? She wasn't sure. She hoped beyond all hope that was it though, how she had missed smiling, and being depressed and in mourning was hard work. She didn't like wearing black all te time...usually she was a colorful person, which is why she chose brown today instead of black.

"Alright then...if you can find me, I shall walk with you...er or fly. Which ever you prefer" She agreed to this bargain. It was true if he could find her she wouldn't have a problem with it, "And that story...it was lovely. Thank you" She agreed flying just a tad bit higher and reaching out a pale hand towards a star as if to touch it gently and bring it to her.