![]() ![]() …If only one were to ignore its pale, silvery eyes. A perfectly normal otter, to all appearances. ‘With fur, perhaps?’Ī flash of lightning, and the bird was gone. ‘Something a bit cuddlier, Styx?’ Mel suggested. In the corner, atop a brass perch, sat a kingfisher little blue tailcoat and red bib worn with courtly poise. Aromatic smoke coiled upward from sandalwood agarbattī, its scent so heady and cloying one could almost roll it on their tongue.Īnother hour, Mel thought to herself. The matter of no one knowing who she was (her celebrity or her… history) chiefly at play.īeaten mirrors presided over the space - backing every sconce, propped against the tent walls - a cosmos of precious stone and candlelight shimmering within their depths. Mel had almost forgotten how much fun it could be divining for ordibeings. It had been a long day, but a successful one nonetheless!Īh, the human realm, where the unwitting and the ignorant abounded. Rain lashed against the canvas, and her Persian rugs were all but ruined, covered with muddy prints from a steady stream of clientele. She mopped her brow it was hot in the tent, despite the inclement weather. Melusine rearranged her skirts, the fabric shimmering like a pigeon’s throat as it caught the light. Lucy glanced into the first row, meeting a pair of familiar blue eyes. It gained momentum as it suffused the crowd. There was a collective murmur of agreement. Most of you probably know me as the girl who thawed Jack Frost's heart?' ![]() 'Hey there,' she began uncertainly, doing an awkward little wave. The spotlight felt unpleasantly warm as it followed her downstage, motes of dust floating through it like embers. Notes in hand, she walked out onto the stage, trying very hard to convey the impression of height, despite never having felt smaller in her life.Īnxiety clawed at her insides, rising like bile at the back of her throat as the chatter swelled, and then receded. She smoothed down the folds of her gown - a discerning violet number off the shoulder, cinched at the waist, with matching elbow-length gloves… to hide the scars on her palms and forearms. Lucy glanced at her watch, and drew in a deep breath. The insistent hum of the crowd could be ignored no longer. Stats: Published: Updated: Words: 59088 Chapters: 4/? Comments: 16 Kudos: 5 Bookmarks: 1 Hits: 58įor ref: SafyreSky's FF.net profile. ![]()
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