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[nyraxodeyer]

Flames licking at surfaces that the rain was slowly dousing was manageable until the puddles pooling beneath electrical equipment signalled for another disaster waiting to happen. But the need to mitigate that was quickly overshadowed when her name was shouted urgently, pulling her attention away. Legs, not wings, carried her swiftly toward Ignacio with all intent to help in any way she could.

Not having her abilities meant that she had to make do with her surrounding, and spotting a broken leg of a nearby table, she grabbed it and swung it at the attacker's head, disorienting them enough so she crouch beside Ignacio. "Are you alright? Any injuries?" she asked, her voice tense and full of concern.

One strike wouldn't be enough, that she knew, but when they recovered faster than expected Nyra cursed under her breath. She swung again with another broken piece, to buy more time. "Hand me something bigger, Ignacio," she called over her shoulder, "If we can push them over there," she gestured to the damaged equipment, "Water will aid us, and we can get out of here without getting seriously hurt."

Closed starter for @nyraxodeyer Location: Covechella

Ignacio believed sincerely in the possibility that a person could be both a lover and a fighter. He was, after all, a boxer, a career he may have followed to its very end were it not for alluring buzz of the bees. Gone now, however, was his usual gentility, his usual sensitivity. The same hands that could create a haunting memory on the strings of a violin could also leave a mighty mark across a hunter's cheek.

The first punch connected well, but Ignacio himself did not realize it would also drain his luck directly into his attacker. The follow-up blow missed, and losing his footing, the pixie found himself toppling backward as the stranger gained the upper hand.

"Nyra!" He cried out to the Fae Queen for any sort of help, but given the state of things, he was not certain she would have any to offer.

[nyraxodeyer]

It was almost a wonder that, as rain battered down, Nyra was still in her human form. A flash of memory flickered, an image of a young girl not yet come into powers dancing freely in the rain. But now, nostalgia only sharpened into a deep sting. While the feel of water on her skin without immediately transforming into tail briefly ignited a flicker of unguarded joy, that moment was swiftly overshadowed by the grim truth sinking in.

She couldn't shift, couldn't unfurl her wings, and this storm was not one she commanded. Her fists clenched involuntarily as she flexed her hands, and in that action, a brutal clarity emerged— a portal shimmered into existence. Her stomach twisted with the weight of everything that this would entail.

Finding JC, Nyra immediately reached for his hand to offer any semblance of support. She had wanted to speak to him earlier on, when mayoral candidates were announced, but disappointments on that could be spoken on later, there were far too many pressing matters at hand. "No, I'm not majorly hurt," she said, "Are you?" She couldn't discern the state he was in other than he seemed to be in pain. "My powers have been malfunctioning, others are in a similar sort of situation too."

Open Starter @lunarcovestartersLocation: Covechella

While he had not been the current Alpha for very long, the role was, of course, one Júlio César had held twice. His ability to take on the pain of other wolves was not alien to him. Recently enough, he had offered it to help ease some of their newer members through their second or third shift. Against his better judgement, he had taken on a thorn or a bramble once he had decided that lessons against reckless wandering had been learned. But it had not been like this.

Pain coursed through him now, a burning sensation rushing up his forearm from jostling shoulders with someone who had brushed too close to an open flame. Each bump in the mounting panic rattled him, as if he were feeling all who jostled him both for himself and on their behalf.

A hand shot out, gripping for someone, anyone. JC cried out when another sharp dagger shot through him. "Ah...Ah! I can't..." He muttered distantly, in something of a daze. "Hurt? Are you hurt?"

[nyraxodeyer]

In her frantic attempts and subsequent failure to close these portals, Nyra could only watch with mounting frustration as someone new stepped through one. Rain-soaked and still in her human form without any of her other abilities was not an ideal situation, downright terrible in fact, but things were out of her hands and very much out of control. "Excuse me?" she retorted sharply, casting a quick glance over the girl, assessing her with wary eyes. Usually, her irritability would summon dark, tumultuous clouds, but now, only a cold glare was aimed. Others had come through, strangers, confused and unaware of what was happening, and while the face she saw now was unfamiliar, from what the girl had said, it didn't seem like she was confused about being in town. "Who are you and what business do you have here?"

Who: @nyraxodeyer Where: Covechella during Chaos

Elodie had been trying to figure out a way into this bullshit town when the portal presented itself. Rather than fuck around and wait for it to close she jumped through it without question. Figuring it would lead right where she wanted to be, it had. Although she could have done without all the dust and grime, the fact everyone was losing their shit it seemed. Letting out an annoyed huff before she turned to the woman who she assumed portables her to this hell hole. “Thanks for the entrance babes,” She wasn’t one to look a gift horse in the mouth. “You’re welcome to close them now. I’ll be staying for a bit. Business and all.”

[nyraxodeyer]

"You think I've lived over three hundred years without brushing with death?" she replied. Perhaps that wasn't what Rangi intended to ask, she asked about a number, not posing as if ever but answering that would take far too long. There were moments Nyra remembered vividly, attacks that shed blood beyond necessity, monumental wars and battles. Those clung to her memory. Yet, other moments slipped away, marks left behind without a story to explain them, especially when it came to hunter attacks. Those were too many to count. And then, of course, there was the one that ended a life. "This is my second lifetime," she continued. "Do you want me to tell you what death feels like?"

She understood the fierce grip grief could have on a person, and watching Rangi only proved it further. "Why do you want to bring the dead back? Do you think things will be better if Mason were to return? I know he was important to you, and I know it hurts beyond words but the path you're on is not good one."

"Yeah, yeah, I know. I get it." Rangi knew. People cared about her. That was why she was still here, after all, wasn't it? If they hadn't, maybe she could've just been with Mason. Sometimes she still wanted to just curl up near his headstone and go to sleep and never wake up. But people cared, as Nyra pointed out, which meant she couldn't do that. And so she was here, covered in bruises and cuts because if she couldn't die then the least she could do was make herself feel like death.

Rangi snorted again. "That's an understatement." She put the pack of frozen peas back on her black eye. "How close have you ever been to dying?" she asks. "What do you think it feels like?" She let out a long breath. "Unless you can bring the dead back, you can't help."

[nyraxodeyer]

Nyra scoffed lightly and dismissed the notion with a wave of her hand, "As a joke maybe, but that would be a wasted voted." To take on any more things to juggle would not have desirable effects she knew that much. "JC?" she questioned, taken a little bit by surprise, "I know he spoke on doing it but I thought he would've changed his mind by now." Or at least she had hoped he would. Nyra had seen the way Meena had to rise above all and beat out Theo in being a Mayor, and while JC intents were no where as foul as Theo's it still sat strangely within her to see another partner of her friend to go after the same position. "Give it a reconsider, I understand there's a lot more factors now, but others trying to take on this role, will quite frankly, be terrible."

"Smart girl, though I could see someone attempting to nominate you," She admitted, knowing that while Nyra clearly had her hands full, she wouldn't exactly be a bad candidate. "I do. I have a feeling JC will run." While he had made a passing comment about it over a year ago, and it may have just been a passing threat, she had a feeling, knowing how stubborn he could be, that he wouldn't have vocalized such without the intention of following through. "I still haven't decided if I'm going to campaign again, though, as of now, it seems unlikely."

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"I'll take your word for it," Nyra replied, giving a small shake of her head when told it was harmless. Leaning casually against a tree, she simply watched in silence as Ayza swapped out treasures. Technically, neither woman was lying; even if Ayza was bending the truth a little seeing that the treasure resembled a pocket knife but Nyra wouldn’t be the one to judge. After all, with an activity called Fairy Looting, what else could her fae take it to mean other than this was their event? What you find is what you get.

Nyra returned the greeting in similar manner—a peck on the cheek and a warm smile. "It's been decent so far. Mostly just weaving through crowds and booths. I haven't participated much, but can't say I'm bored. And you? Having fun?"

Who: Ayza & @nyraxodeyer Where: Fairy Looting Trees

"Don't worry, it's perfectly harmless." Ayza spoke without turning around, but she needn't look behind her to know that it was Nyra approaching. She had known the woman long enough to recognize her footsteps--that, and Ayza was intrinsically paranoid, always a bit too aware of her surroundings. She finished placing within the tree a pocket knife--one of her older ones, a treasure she could bare to part with--in exchange for the far more valuable jewelry she'd taken out of the hole. Because the knife was closed, and because Ayza considered it little more than a 'starter' knife, her words were technically not a lie: there would be no harm if it was not opened.

She placed the new trinket into her pocket then turned to face Nyra. "Well aren't you a sight for sore eyes." She greeted the other siren with a kiss on the cheek. "Have you been enjoying the festival?"

[nyraxodeyer]

Nyra's chuckle continued as Savannah asked. "If you're wanting people to flock to you when they hear you sing," she replied with a sly smile, "Go right ahead. But no, there isn't anything that says no singing at all but we are Sirens." Her shrug was casual not needing to say more or explain since the power of their voices went without saying. In a way it was lucky too that they weren't under a full moon either. The music blaring through these headphones was thankfully enough to keep the party-goers to their own bubbles. "You enjoying the festival events so far?"

"Are we not allowed to sing? Doesn't that kinda defeat the purpose of bein' in a supernatural town where we don't have or nuttin'?" She pointed out. A light laugh escaped from her lips as she continued to sway her hips to the beat of the music she could now only hear coming from the one ear whose headphone was still in.

[nyraxodeyer]

Option A: Sav

Nyra merely shook her head when she thought she heard Savannah speak, at least judging by the glance she cast in her direction. Following suit, she pulled down one side of her headphones to free an ear from the loud music and the ambient noises, of shuffling footsteps and exclamations of excitement, contrasted sharply with the pounding beat still reverberating in her ears. "I didn't say anything. I think I might've been singing along? Which..." she looked at the crowd with a broad smile, "...thankfully isn't affecting them."

@lunarcovestarters

Option A: Silent Disco

"Huh?" Savannah near hollered, her drawl carrying louder than she realized over the thumping beat pounding through her headphones. She tugged one side down, blinking at whoever was trying to get her attention. “Sorry, I couldn’t hear a blessed thing you were sayin'. Might as well have been whisperin’ to a brick wall with all this racket goin’ on in my ears,” She gave a helpless shrug.

Option B: Highlighter Party & Emotion Potions

"Hey, you," Kiraz playfully gave the friendly face beside her's ass a playful slap. Her hand had been covered in bright red paint that was sure to leave a mark on the other's all white outfit, but that was half the fun of a highlighter party, wasn't it? "Here," She handed them a shot of some unmarked emotion she had nabbed on her way over to the Eclipse party, before downing back her own. "Bottom's up."

Option C: Hot Air Balloon

"What the fuc-" Seo-Joon cussed out as a sudden blast of wind sent him knocking out of the hot air balloon onto the ground. He had only agreed to take a hot air balloon ride because his sister had seemed like she had really wanted to, but before their basket had even lifted up off the ground, some air witch had other plans. A groan broke from his lips as he lied there watching as what looked like Nico's wife darted away. "Damn witches," He swore once more under his breath. "Mind giving me a hand?"

[nyraxodeyer]

Option A: Meena

Nyra wandered the grounds watching as the festival came to life around her. While it was nice that these events bolstered spirits, it was, at least to her, undercut with a building worry of what if something went wrong? Smooth sailing was the hope and she tried to cling on to it. Finding her friend, Nyra took up a spot on the empty chair next to Meena as a light laugh resonated at the question, "With a court and a hotel to mange? My hands very full, I do not need a town on top of it." It wasn't a thought Nyra would ever entertain, never had been interested in mayorship either. While this town was home, and she wanted to do help it, being on the Council was enough, anymore and her already thinning optimism would without a doubt vanish. "Do you suspect anyone to put their name forward?"

@lunarcovestarters

Option A: Election Tent, Oasis & Burning Pumpkin

Ignoring the flaming pumpkin behind her that she was fairly certain someone was going to try to complain to her about - either because a certain vampire did it or because she was still the acting Mayor as of now, Meena leaned back in the lawn chair, sipping blissfully at the cocktail at hand as she watched from the Election tent, the VIPs seemingly enjoying the Oasis set up the Country Club had put on across the field. It was only when someone stepped into her light that she tilted her glasses. Shifting them onto the bridge of her nose as she eyed them up and down. "You wouldn't happen to be thinking about running for Mayor, would you?"

Option B: Cuddle Puddle

Drugs TW

"Whoa," Bri blinked up at the blue sky overhead as she watched the clouds shift into different shapes. She could have sworn one of them looked like a bunny, but then she blinked again, and the cloud was gone. It was as though every time she blinked, time was skipping forward, and yet the sky also seemed to be swaying. She was starting to thing the cookie she had wasn't a regular cookie, but for the first time in her life, her brain had slowed down and, for once, she genuinely felt calm of all things. A fit of giggles escaped her lips from where she lay slumped against one of the bean bag chairs that, without the drugs, she likely would have been attempting to disinfect at the present. "Is... the sky... spinning for you?"

Option C: Fairy Loot

The little pixie might have been decked head to toe in glow sticks with nearly both of her arms being weighed down with the number of friendship bracelets she had made and traded for, but it didn't stop her from dipping through the crowd, relatively unseen, as she unlocked fairy tree after fairy tree. She knew she was supposed to leave loot in the trees in place of the little 'treasures' she had taken, but semantics? She was too excited claiming her prizes and clearing all the trees out to pay attention to the details. It was only when she had finished emptying out the last tree that she spun around on her heels, her pile of prizes practically toppling out of her hands, that she noticed a poor unsuspecting fair goer who must have came to try their hand at some fairy looting themselves. "Oh... Hi? Fancy seeing you here?" She flashed them an innocent smile as she shoved the least desirable of the finger puppets she had claimed back into the tree trunk for them, having no desire to put any of the rest back but that.

Option D: Burning Pumpkin & Hot Air Balloon

"Hey, watch out," Jas called out, attempting to give one of the water sliders a hand. She had been planning to blast a gentle breeze of air in their direction to direct them back on course and stop the poor festival goer from sliding anywhere in the direction of the now flaming pumpkin, but amid the crowds, someone bumped into her shoulder, directing her hand blasting upward instead. Her eyes widened in shock as she and the person who bumped into her watched an unsuspecting fairgoer be knocked out of the hot air balloon just as it was taking off. "Damn..." A low whistle escaped her lips, before she turned back toward the person who had just plowed into her. "We should go. I don't think we should be standing here anymore. Not after well," She motioned back with a tilt of her head toward the water slider sliding toward the pumpkin of doom and the hot air ballooner who just had the shock of their life.

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"A little bit," she replied, raising her hand to subtly press her thumb and index finger close together. "Sometimes, they really are just for show." Nyra nodded in agreement, "Perfect." She beckoned him toward the collection of cookbooks, then picked one up, flicking through its pages with quiet interest. "I don't take you for a bad cook, am I right in that assumption?" she asked. Though she herself was no chef, if such a label were to be given, but had in her many years of existence received formal training to call herself one but cooking had always been a personal sanctuary for her, something she did for herself, a way to unwind from a busy life. "Oh, don't worry about making a mess,” she added with a reassuring smile, "We cannot, and certainly will not, be worse than the lunch and dinner rush.”

"Well, thank you," Ben said. "I suppose they would be rather redundant, wouldn't they? If you can fly or teleport." Or swim the entire ocean quite quickly. It seemed like a nice way to get around, in truth. Convenient. "I'd be interested in trying it our own way, if you don't mind, though looking through some recipes might spark a little inspiration. What do you think?" He laughed. "I agree with not needing any assistance, though it's kind. Between the two of us, we should manage to make it through cooking without messing up your very nice kitchen."

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"Might have something to do with the fact that they seem to care about you, but what do I know," she said with a shrug. Nyra was acutely aware of her limits. There was only so much she could do to help broken spirits or sway troubled minds, and though she wasn’t the type to abandon hope, attempting to knock reason into those who had little regard for their own lives was a task far more arduous than it appeared.

"Why, Rangi. I wish to know why this scuffle came about. Not implying or saying that everyone has to be sunshine and rainbows, gods know this town isn't, but still, it's concerning." Her tone and posture softened, "You know we're here to help, right? With anything."

"People were letting themselves in whether my door was locked or not, so--" Rangi gestured limply towards her door. "That, or threatening to cause a scene. I was expediting the process." And she just hadn't cared. Sure, there was a murderer or something on the loose, but who cared? Not Rangi.

"What for? It was just a stupid scuffle," she grumbled. Obviously the answer is no, and Rangi knows Nyra knows that. She hadn't planned on telling anyone, actually. It was just rotten luck on her part that Ronnie had happened by the scene. Rangi laughed, dark and hollow. "My side? I got hit a lot. I mean, you saw the other guy, apparently. Squeaky clean. Just with a tiny, fragile ego." She pinched her forefinger and thumb together, giving a miniscule measurement before laughing and sitting back. "And apparently no honor."

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"Records are useful," she said, "I keep journals here and there, but nothing nearly as comprehensive as yours, I'm sure." She often found that the years slipped away in the blink of an eye, passing quietly and without fanfare. Most of her memories, the important ones, resided in her mind yet there were particulars she was still searching for, primarily records of her past life. Tragically, those searches rarely bore fruit and failed to bring her the clarity or peace she longed for. "Indeed," she echoed, her gaze catching on something just slightly out of place. Though Western fashion wasn't what she paid attention to, living through different eras meant she was attuned to subtle discrepancies, finding missing details that others might overlook. "That's that our fate, isn't it, to be the ones that remember when no one else does."

The look in her eyes said what she did not. A sarcastic 'shocking' at the mention of the mortal's Hollywood. Curiosity and bad choices had exposed the vampire to the industry over time, though she'd left mingling with celebrities and the like behind as the camera evolved. "It is why," Gia noted with a nod. "I keep a record of my life." Shelves full of journals compiled with her thoughts, feelings, and deeds. Three floors worth of mementos beneath her Celestial Hills estate. A collection comprised of a combination of both personal and professional records and finds. "I do not mind a hat. It is.." Her eyes returned to the screen. Orbs of mahogany silently judging the little things. Details missed in the clothing as it pertained to the quality and specifics of the time in which they were meant to be from. "..more about the judgement of what is missing. Something one could only know by living, I suppose."

[nyraxodeyer]

"I know, I know," she said, brushing off his comment about the car with an easy smile. "Just think of it as a little treat for winning the basket. Personally, I find cars a bit redundant. I send them out to pick up special guests." Her fondness for other modes of travel, portals and flight wasn't a secret, and that made cars less essential in her life. Still, she kept a few in her private garage beneath the hotel, all Maseratis, of course, to maintain her signature style. With a nod, Nyra gestured toward the stack of cookbooks. "Would you like to choose a recipe or try our own way? I've got chefs who can assist if needed, but honestly, I think we'll be fine on our own."

In truth, Ben was rather glad that Nyra was the one behind the basket that he'd won. He enjoyed cooking, he enjoyed the company, and it would be a welcome reprieve from the manner with which they usually spent time together: inside the council room with the minutiae arguments of running the supernatural affairs of the town more often than not getting heated around them. It wasn't necessarily a relaxing way to spend one's time.

This, he hoped, would be the exact opposite of that. He was amused when the car came to pick him up, but Ben took it in stride, allowing himself to sit back and enjoy the ride before he was guided through the Emerald Hotel and into the kitchens. Everything seemed to be set up as he arrived, and, honestly, he was delighted by the chance to work in a professional kitchen. Academia and politics had taken up so much of his time for so long that he'd not always had the opportunity to fall back on his other hobbies and passions, but this was a nice get away from that.

"I was born ready," Ben teased, looking around once more before giving her a smile. "You know, I could've driven myself. Though the car was quite fancy."

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for: @readbentweenthelines location: emerald hotel

It hadn't been mentioned in the basket description to keep things discreet but once it was clear she was the one behind it, it felt obvious that everything would be set in the warm kitchens of the Emerald. Nyra had even taken the extra step, perhaps a little impulsively, to arrange a car to pick him up, simply because, well, why not? An extra little unmentioned treat as part of the basket.

As she waited for Ben to arrive, she had prepared the space, laying out ingredients and cookbooks too, ready in case he wanted to follow a recipe. But honestly, she was just as content to let things unfold naturally, to experiment and see what they could make together, it was what cooking was to her. She had been looking forward to this moment too, seeing it as another opportunity to get to know him better and away from the headache-inducing council meetings.

When her staff guided him inside, she greeted him with a warm smile, "Hi hi! I've set up some things but we can rearrange how we see fit. Are you ready for this?"

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She didn't say much, only offering Savannah a fleeting smile because deep down she didn't believed it was for the best, not in her own case at least. She wanted to know, yet there was no clear way to uncover the truth. The few memories she managed to gather in fragmented dreams or rare objects only fuelled her curiosity about herself, but she also understood why Savannah hesitated to seek answers. What to do often came tangled in a web of 'what ifs,' and more often than not, there was nothing that could be changed, nothing that could be undone. She paused, her voice carrying a quiet, gentle resolve. "I'm glad, in a way, that being here is helping, even if just a little. Knowing and coming to terms with things is difficult, and doubt itself can be a terrible thing, especially self-doubt. But I hope you find some comfort in knowing you're not alone. There are others you can lean on, and I'll do whatever I can to help you and your daughter, too."

She hummed softly, "Much the same way one would handle a teenager; acknowledge what you can and ride out whatever tantrum they decide to throw that day. Honestly, it's not always bad. He makes reasonable statements now and then...just that more often than not, it's paired with announcements of going poof." She rolled her eyes. His antics never failed to keep her on her toes.

She repeated the word "Cult?" with an unexpected laugh, shaking her head. "That's a first." Then, throwing up her hands she said no more on the matter, just grateful and glad that Savannah had agreed. But now, at the new request, she murmured a low curse under her breath. "You want me...Savannah..." Her face twisted into an exaggerated look of defeat that did not hold in its seriousness. Yes, this had to be explained to Vanessa before the older siren found out on her own. "There's not enough cheese pies in the world…" she muttered, but couldn't help but laugh a little, "Sorry, sorry, I just pictured her face...dear god." Expression softening, she nodded, "Yes, I can. I'll be there. Maybe it'll lessen the storm a bit? I hope."

Turning back to the matter at hand, Nyra pulled out the parchment for the new member. "Just sign this as an official document so we can keep a record. You'll still have your voice, don't worry, and no, there won't be any strange initiations, just a dinner to welcome new members but it can be private if you prefer, that'll be when I can grant you the ability to create illusions."

Savannah’s gaze dropped to the ground, her fingers brushing absently against the hem of her sleeve like she didn’t quite know what to do with all the ache she suddenly carried for the woman beside her. "That's... that's an awful lot to carry alone, but maybe it's for the best? I mean I came here to try to make sense of it all. The memories? And yet, the more I learn about who I used to be, the more I think I might've been better off livin' in ignorance. I dunno. Bein' here... it makes the flashes of memories a little easier to cope with? Makes it feel less like I'm losin' my mind and all. I used to think I might forget myself? I kept, well, drifting back into the past for periods of time and I was worried I might be becomin' a danger to my daughter. I still do worry about that quite a lot actually, but bein' here I think is helpin' at least in that regard. But the knowin'..." Her next words were barely a breath as she shook her head the smallest bit back and forth. "The knowin' don't make it any easier."

"I know. It's... just hard not to feel like who I am is fracturin' or maybe I never really quite knew who I was to begin with. Your favorite person, you say?" She tilted a brow up at Nyra, momentarily amused by the vexed breath. "Oh yeah? How'd you let him down exactly?"

"Okay," She said after a prolonged beat, taking the time to think it over. "Okay, I'll join the Fae Cult. But, is there any way I can have one more condition? The not participatin' in buildin' the mirage is- just thank you for that truly. But, is there, um, is there anyway you could be the one to break the news to Vanessa? Or be there with me when I do?" She looked up at Nyra helplessly, knowing that the other woman would likely have a field day about it if Nyra wasn't there to act as a buffer. "That and what do I do to join? Do I have to like sign anything like Ariel did? Are there any weird initiations to get the illusion magic or something or do I just say okay and that's it?"

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"I don’t know who or what I was like in my past life," she admitted with a quiet ache, "People who knew me then are either dead or have been regenerated." Despite the sorrow and pain woven into her words, there was a quiet acceptance of coming to terms with what she couldn't change."Dreams offered me only so much clarity. I tried looking for records but none exist in this country, and my birthplace...well, that land has been ravaged by shameful empires." There wasn't much she could about that either. History was just like that. "I wasn't trying to overstep or tell you how to feel," she gently. "Just wanted to extend an understanding where I can, and remind you that you don't have to let those things define you."

She exhaled a vexed breath at the mention of Suresh. "Ah. My favourite person. Of course. He's always threatening to disappear, almost every day if I may say, over the smallest of issues too. He craves attention, so with him, I'd say, don't bother. Everyone lets him down, and he makes sure you, or in many cases, me, know it. You can ask any of my staff as well if you'd like, they all have their own stories." Nyra really hoped she wouldn't let Suresh, of all people, get under her skin.

"I don't know, I just shared what we offer since you wanted to understand what you're getting into before you cross your t's and dot your i's. I get it's not all relevant for everyone, so, take what you think will help," she shrugged. "In a way yes, but it's also for their safety. A slip of the tongue can be dangerous and magic is far to fascinating to forever hold your tongue about even with the most careful people. Our kind is hunted and killed out there, if a human finds our secrets and talks about it, they could face the same fate or be used as part of a bigger threat." She paused, then nodded slowly, "But yes, that's understandable. I know things like this are sensitive, especially with children involved. You don't have to help in maintaining it."

"Were you all that different?" Sav quietly asked, glancing up from the sweet tea in hand to the woman across from her. "In your past life or lives? Cause... cause you can say that, but theres a big difference between sayin' you're not the person you used to be and lookin' someone in the eyes who used to know you and havin' them either sigh in disappointment or give you a look as if to say they know you're exactly the same as you used to be. It's only a matter of time before that part of you rears its ugly head," She let out a small sigh. "And there's this one guy, Suresh, and I'm pretty sure I've gotten him all worked up thinkin' he's gonna go poof and turn into a character from Steel Magnolia's or become some lovin' friendly neighbor bus driver or somethin'. But, I'm fairly certain I let him down, though I can't even fully remember what I used to be to him to have done that? I think we used to be friends or somethin'."

"Why would that be useful to me?" She scrunched her brows up at Nyra as she began to glance over the pamphlet in her hand. "I know how to fly," She explained. "And swim and sang and create a storm at my fingertips. All that stuff came fairly naturally a while back. Well, that's kinda fucked up for the humans, huh? Vanessa mentioned that before. Serra wouldn't speak to me for a whole week yellin' about how I'd trapped her here, but wait- I wouldn't have to put up the barrier, would I? If I joined, could I sit that one out, cause I don't think I could be a part of that, no offense. All the rest sounds fine and I think I'd like the whole illusion thang, but I can't help create a barrier that could erase my daughter's memories, even if it is for my own safety and everyone else's. That's my qualm. Can you work with that or?"

[nyraxodeyer]

"It is very entertainment from what I remember it to be, yes, Hollywood took many liberties from what happened." She viewed this movie for what it was, as what Gia put, entertainment. "Much is lost to time, but age does develops curiosity and boredom simultaneously. There are key moments that will never leave me, stretching far back but also recent times too, but yes, the rest," she pointed to the screen that flickered with story, "like these, never did settle as an pinned memory." She laughed a touch, "No big hats? Shame I think you can pull it off."

A head shake answered Nyra's question. The vampire didn't care much for television or the movies, but she was glad to distract herself from her current state of existence with the company of her few friends. "Remarkable." Her dry humor continued. "I await such... entertainment." An accurate description if she were to put it vaguely. The retelling of history for Hollywood's benefit had not ceased to annoy her. Historical inaccuracies that spread false information. It was one of a few reasons Georgiana believed immortals were the true keepers of time and entitled to the spoils of such. Hence her expansive collection of priceless artifacts. "It is difficult to recall time the more of it that passes, hm?" A blessing, for her, to forget parts of her past. Though it'd come shrieking back in recent months, like a haint in the night as it plagued her restless mind. "I certainly do not recall anyone dressing quite like that." Gia pointed out some of the costumes on screen.