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"You ask, but I know quite a few folks who talk at the air only to find that there's actually someone there," Rae Elle teased. "You might've been talkin' to an especially shy pixie for all I know." She took the slice of pie, using a fork to take off a piece before taking a bite. Delicious, really, but what else did she expect as she gave a nod of appreciation. She laughed. "Mighty wicked of you. Just downright bad, really. Better be careful. What's the opposite of a fairy godmother, cher?" she teased. "The pie's delicious, though, so I suppose that makes up for it."

"If not you, then who else would I be talkin' to, honey?" A melodic laugh escaped her lips as she began to cut into the pie she had nabbed, plating a slice for Rae before she moved to fix herself a plate as well. "Oh, honey, you ain't got the slightest clue. That much sugar’s liable to knock ‘em out faster than a June bug on a porch light. Now, I’m kinda wishin’ I’d slipped some laxative in them pies, just for the shits and giggles. Pun intended. But nah, that’d be downright wicked of me. Wouldn’t it've?"

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Rae Elle: Hi! Rae Elle: It is! I'm glad you found it. I thought it might be fun to just stick it somewhere and see what happens Rae Elle: And I take it this is Sun-Hee, right?

Sun-Hee 📱 Rae

Sun-Hee: Hiiiiii 🥰 🦊 🌺 Sun-Hee: I found this number inside a CD case. 😮 💃 🎶 Sun-Hee: Is this Rae? ☺️ 💕 🤞

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With: @rxmiddlemasx Where: Rodeo

As much as Rae Elle liked attending rodeos, she wasn't much for participating in them. It was fun to watch someone ride a bucking horse around a stadium. Less fun, she imagined, to be the one doing the riding. So, she was perfectly content to watch from the fence, leaned against it as she nursed her beer.

Rae glanced up as she saw Ralph, offering him a wave. "Howdy, partner," she joked. Here to watch the show?"

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Option A

"Pour moi?" Rae Elle teased, looking down at the stolen treat. "To what do I owe such a fine gift?" It did look delicious, unsurprisingly. Just about everything there looked amazing, though, with the way everything was being eaten so quickly in the name of the contest, Rae couldn't really tell if they were properly being savored like they should be. "I'm surprised they're all still goin'. The sugar crash's gotta be kicking in at some point, right?"

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Option A:

"Here," Sav swung her legs over the picnic table as she slid the smuggled pie over toward the other. "The last pie is all yours. Just don't tell anyone I smuggled it out from the contest, alrighty sugar?" The baker flashed them a teasing wink. "Those pie eaters are like bloodhounds with a sugar addiction. Barely made it out with a slice let alone this whole pie. I mean one more second and I'd've been elbowed into next week."

Option B:

"Oh my god!" Bri squealed as she swatted the donkey's snout away from her. Her squeals only grew louder though, as the animal nipped again at her this time going for her hair. "No! Bad Donkey! Bad," She exclaimed, jumping backward as she attempted to get away from them. But as she did, a pony nipped at her curls instead. "That's it! I'm out! I can't-" The vampire exclaimed, protectively guarding her hair as she tried to make an escape from the petting zoo only to jump again at the sight of another dang horse. "Oh Jesus! I hate this. I hate this. Please, for the love of god, tell me the ass did not take an actual bite out of my hair."

Option C:

It seemed like all of those years in a getaway car had paid off. Leyla sped around the bend, leaving her competition in the dust as the car flew across the finish line. Screeching to a halt, she slid out of the driver's seat with an innocent grin toying at the corner of her lips and a mischievous glint to her eyes. "Whose next?" She beamed after being officially declared the winner. Only just as she was moving to greet her next competition, alarms began to ring across town. "Oh shoot. What's happening?" She blinked over at the person across from her, growing flustered as the news of the storm wailed through the alarms.

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"He's mighty serious about all this, ain't he? Honestly, I'm a little impressed." She laughed a little. "Personally judging. I don't think there's enough different kind of folks competing to make it a contest. Plus, there's plenty of those this week, I'm sure." There was a bit of an art to properly peeling and eating a crawfish, one that Rae Elle honestly felt like she was born knowing, at this point. She couldn't remember ever being taught; it was just one of those things. "I used to. They were-- are-- big back home. Kind of a big thing once crawfish season hits. This one's good and all; maybe I'm just used to things havin' a bit more heat. You ever been to a crawfish boil?"

"Ah, well, don't let Dave catch you apologising to the food, he'll feel validated that this is a crime against nature." Jonah wished he was joking, but the guy was far too invested for his well intentions. "No, this isn't for the opposed or the allergic," he commented, wasn't it for him as well despite not strongly being part of either category but that reasoning was a different thing entirely. "Judging it as well huh? I didn't realise this was a contest, or... oh do you mean personally judging?" He looked to her. "You -uh go to a lot of these?"

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Rae Elle really liked the idea of flower arranging classes. Granted, most of the flowers that she kept in her apartment were in the dirt as opposed to in a vase, and she tended to use magic to make them grow to the best of their abilities, but actual, artfully arranged bouquets might be really nice.

That was how Rae Elle ended up at Just in Bloom to take a class. She offered a smile at the greeting. "Hi, I'm not late? I'd love to take the class," she said, following to the empty seat. "I'll just take one of the brown ones," she said. "It's hard to go wrong with a classic, right?"

@lunarcovestarters (capping at 4) LOCATION : Just In Bloom, flower arranging class

Something like pride warmed Laurel's chest as she watched the classes' attendees begin to chat and laugh amongst themselves, reaching across tables for loose flowers for their arrangement. The class had only just begun and was already nearly full, much to Laurel's delighted surprise. She hadn't expected nearly such a good turnout, and was more than pleased with the outcome—even so soon into the activity and people were already enjoying themselves; she couldn't ask for more.

The chiming of the bell above the door announced the newest arrival, and Laurel looked up with a smile, brightening as she hurried to greet them. “Oh, hello! Come in, you're just in time. Are you here for the class? I've just about got everyone set up, but we have a few more open stations over here.” With a wave she bid them to follow her to an empty seat at the end of a long table, her own station adjacent. “With the rodeo going on, we're going to be arranging flowers in these cowboy boot vases. There's a few colors left to choose from—we've got some more brown and white ones left,” she gestures to a handful of remaining vases, looking like your typical cowboy boot in ceramic form. “But I also have this cute yellow one, or one last turquoise!” She beamed as she held a brightly colored boot in each hand.

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Rae was, for the most part, content to just watch the folks that were protesting the crawfish boil. She didn't exactly understand the point of it; the unfortunate fact of the crawfish boil is that most of those critters were, well, boiled. She did watch one escape, snapping it's claws angrily before it disappeared into the grass while she ate from a piece of corn. The protest was still on-going, though, and didn't seem to be dying down. Granted, it was very small, but the numbers weren't dwindling, at least.

At the sound of the voice, Rae Elle glanced over and offered a smile. "You're fine, darlin'. Nothing to apologize for." She held up her plate. "I'm here to eat the food, and maybe judge it a little bit. Sorry to the food. But it's good! If you're not opposed to eating shellfish."

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"I think you're doing great! Just...maybe a little bit too eager?"

Dave denied that far too eagerly. "I'm being perfectly normal! Think of the fish!"

"I'm with you but, man, these are crustaceans, come on!"

"Same difference, dude. Join us!"

Jonah couldn't say much else, well meaning words died on his tongue knowing even if they were voiced it would only fall onto deaf ears. With a sigh, that held resignation of a parent with a hyperactive child, he stood and watched as Dave walked backwards into the handful of people that gathered in front of the beach. Of course, he didn't fault any of them for it, especially not his co-workers, it was the opposite really, Jonah understood the need all too well. Ever since the aquarium tank was broken all of them grew more cautious and over protective of marine life. Hard not to when they had to rebuild what they worked so hard to maintain. To join them would be easy, protests weren't new for him but at the same time he knew Moonlight Grill to have sustainable practices, and this here? The feast that spread out before all the beach goers wasn't unethical.

"He means well, a little crazy but he's got a good heart," Jonah repeated to himself and eventually turned his gaze away from Dave only to catch the sight of another. "Oh. My bad...I was talking to myself. Well, about my coworker but that's another thing entirely." Glad to have not bumped into her though, which happened a lot, Jonah eased into a smile, "Are you here to eat the food or save the food?"

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Looking down at the other woman, Rae Elle smiled. "Tickled, cher," she said. "And I'd love to," she added, smiling even wider. "After dinner, some wine. What night would you be free? We can sit down somewhere fancy, or I can cook. Choice is all yours."

Chuckling, Rae shrugged. "Maybe I don't. Can't say I'm well acquainted with too many fae. Ain't too many of you runnin' around." Which she thought was just the nature of the fae. They were rather thin in number regardless. "Is that so? Well, that's real sweet of you to say. Ain't bad," she teased. "I don't know? What do you think? Since I'm offering wine, dinner, coucher avec toi."

Sav tilted a brow up at Rae at that. Her honeyed gaze rolled lightly over. Her tongue clicked once against the roof of her mouth as if mulling the other woman's proposition over before she finally took a step closer toward Rae herself as she informed her point blank, "Voulez vous coucher avec moi. It means, do you wanna sleep with me, happy there, buttercup?" She asked as she gave the other girl's chin a teasing nudge.

"Well then clearly you don't know the right fae," She countered, not exactly wanting to get into the nitty gritty details about how she was being haunted by her past lives, or more specifically, life. "It ain't bad to look at," She said unabashedly. "Oh yeah, just the little cookie bars, huh? No other blondes strike your fancy?"

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Rae Elle laughed. "I'll get you wine and dinner, but I meant the whole of what I said, darlin'." She steps a little closer, looking down at the smaller woman with a smile. "You gotta tell me what it means," she said softly, and then she stepped back, offering up a smirk of her own.

"I don't know many fae that are out here havin' dizzy spells and nearly fainting as something that 'happens sometimes,' cher," Rae said. "Oh? You're saying you like my face? Is that right?" she asked, a teasing lilt to her voice. She looked around the shop, nodding as she took it in, letting a look of careful contemplation come over her face. "I do really like blondies, I'll have you know," she said softly, before adding, "I mean the little cookie bars, of course."

"Okay, just give me one minute," She offered up, extending her finger upward as if to symbol one second. Sav moved to fish out her phone and type the phrase into google, only to bite her lips to stop herself from letting out a light giggle at the search result. "Oh, well, that wasn't exactly what I thought I meant, but the offer still stands, if you mean it when it comes to that little glass of wine you were mentionin' just a second ago?" She batted her lashes over at the other woman as her beaming smile shifted into a playful smirk.

"Yeah. That just... happens sometimes. It's a fae thang I'm still tryin' wrap my head around," She admitted sheepishly. Brushing back a blonde strand of hair as she attempted to play off her momentarily lightheadness as if it was nothing. "With a face like that, I'm sure you could compete with far more than some little ole ribbon. And oh yeah?" Sav leaned forward at that. Her lips curved up once more as she lifted a brow temptingly up at her. "You wouldn't happen to see any fine thing to appreciate in here, now would ya?"

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"This is Frodo erasure, and I ain't gonna stand for it," Rae joked, laughing quietly. She shook her head. "Oh, is that it?" she asked. "Wisdom in revenge? Well, now I gotta go back and tell a whole lotta folks that they were all kinds of wrong when they told me that an eye for an eye makes the whole world blind. Turns out that was just my childish wisdom coming into play."

Rae Elle just shook her head. "I'm not hurtin' anyone now," she murmured. "Killing gardens ain't the only kind of revenge I've taken, Will. And I... I wasn't much for water fights. I mostly just... I used it on full moons." She hoped he understood what she was saying without her having to say it. Her coven ability had been dark. She had been dark. And she'd been so hellbent on avenging her mother's death. It was all that mattered for months. Full moons, being able to use her coven ability to manipulate the blood in someone's body, that was how she'd used her magic. It hadn't been kind. "One of these days you're gonna take off those rose colored glasses when you look at me, cher," she told him, her smile small but sincere. She chuckled. "They do with the shadows what any witch can do with them, when they have access to the ability. They can shape them, teleport through them, hide in them. I suppose bein' nocturnal kind of helps them turn other magic that they absorb into darkness manipulation."

Will pretended to wince. It only ever meant he was in trouble if someone was calling him 'William'--usually a member of his family who was upset he'd eaten all the leftovers out of the fridge. "Gandalf is the hero of the franchise--or at least the most popular. It's a compliment, really." He grinned and tried to imagine Rae being that young; even half her current size, he thought she must have been a force to be reckoned with. "Nah, see, that is wise. It's subtle. Hits them right where it hurts. Perfect revenge."

Will shrugged. "You're not hurting anyone." He couldn't see how just making shadows could be a bad thing. They had caused no injury, hadn't effected anyone, hadn't done anything at all except exist. "Sweet?" He laughed. It hadn't been 'sweet' when he'd almost splashed her in the face. "Well, I'd have liked to see you practice with water. We could have had the water fight of the century." He shook his head. "You couldn't turn anyone dark. Because you're not dark." A naive thing to say, probably, as he didn't really know her that well, but he had a good feeling about her. Still, he said nothing more as they began to walk in the direction of her home. "What do the vampires do with the shadows?" he asked curiously. "Aren't they already...I don't know, good with the night?"

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"Awful modest, too," Rae Elle teased. It was fine, though. She liked the way confidence looked on folks. People who liked the skin they were in, who had a sense of self and wore it well. It was nice. She'd always felt kind of settled in who she was, too. You were who you were. That had to be enough.

Rae hummed, moving forward to look over the vinyl collection. "Naw, I don't do much in flattery. Not intentionally, at least. If I saw something true and you take it as flattery, well, cher, that's on you, not me." She gave a soft smile. "It is a mighty impressive collection, though, really. You've got some good stuff here."

Chuckling to herself, Rae looked around, taking in the interior of the van through the smoky haze before glancing back at Addie. "Weed in the back of a van with vinyls playing in the background really does take me back. If you offer me an Abita and a ride across the bridge, I'm gonna feel like I'm back home," she teased.

Addie couldn't help but to preen under the compliment. She liked them, okay? She was a woman of simple likes and simple tastes. She leaned back in the van, laying down and folding one hand behind her head. When the joint was passed back to her, she took it and inhaled deeply. Held it in until her lungs screamed, before blowing it back out. "I'm pretty impressive, yeah."

It was a lie and Addie knew it. She wasn't impressive, she was just a loner who knew what she wanted and went for it. Some people called that outgoing, others called it pathetic. Either way, Addie didn't care.

"I like secrets." She turned her head to look over at Rae. Her smirk grew. "Now you're just trying to flatter me." She let her fingers graze Rae's as she took the joint back again. "Feel free to browse 'em."

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"That meanin' is awful important. But, sure, cher, you Google it," Rae Elle said, unable to stop how amused she was at the turn of the conversation. "You tell me what it means, and, if you're interested, I'll buy you a glass of wine. J'aimerais t'inviter à diner." I'd love to invite you to dinner.

Rae waggled her eyebrows. "That's what made it so fun." Man, she used to have fun. She still had fun, it was just different. It was aways so damn different. Seeing the other woman sway, Rae Elle reached out, not quite touching, an offer to help stabilize if need be. "You alright? You look a little faint." She hummed. "I think that's about right. I mean, I don't know much about... species things." Maybe a little more than she'd say, but a lady doesn't tip her hand. She gave an easy smile. "I ain't too sure about that. How in the world could I could I compete with a blue ribbon? Those are mighty fancy and prized possessions. I'm but a humble appreciator of the finer things in life."

“Well now,” she drawled, lashes fluttering just a touch as she flashed Rae her sweetest of smiles, “I might not be too sure what it means, but I reckon if I said it with enough charm, you’d let me get away with it anyhow? Or at least let me google it?”

"Good for you. There ain't a lot of room on that dance floor," She let out a low whistle at the thought. But, when Rae's tone shifted, so did Sav's, settling into a quiet stillness as she gave the other a small nod. "Sorry. I didn't mean to stir up anythin' or nothin'. I just... Sorry," She tucked a stray strand of hair back behind her ear as a shiver ran down her own spine as a flash of a memory overtook her. Suddenly, she was letting out a shape breath as she stared down at an arrow embedded deep within her chest. Only to blink and find herself staring down at a pair of high tops once more. Her head suddenly feeling woozy as she griped the table to steady herself. "Maybe, but from what I heard, we're a pretty small bunch. On the verge of goin' extinct or somethin'," She said, trying to push past the glimpse of her past. You'd think she'd be used to them by now, but every time, it felt like the ground was suddenly swept out from underneath her and her thoughts drift back to what she had just glimpsed as if trying to put together the pieces of some puzzle. "Huh? Oh, bless you, sweetheart. You’re gonna make me blush. Though, I know. If there’s one thing I’d stake through hell and high water, it's food. Though, comin' from you, I'm sure that means more than a blue ribbon at the county fair," She teased, shooting her a wink.

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"You callin' me Gandalf right now, William?" Rae Elle teased, shaking her head even as she smiled. She laughed. "Oh, yeah, darlin', I was looking real serious when I was throwing rocks with my mind to pester the neighbors when I was a kid. Ain't nothing wiser than growing weeds to choke out a grouchy old woman's vegetable garden." Rae was, for the most part, behaved well enough. She had her moments, though. Justified. She always felt justified. But still. Wisdom's not a word she'd associate with herself. Laid back, but she wasn't a saint.

It was sweet, the way he didn't seem to have much experience with dark magic. It made her feel something soft in her chest, warm and melancholic. She chuckled, letting the shadows dissipate. "I wouldn't be able to do it in the coven. My fourth is-- was water manipulation. I wasn't as sweet with it as you were." Her next words were quiet. "I'd turn y'all dark. Or I'd break the coven's magic too many times from not bein' able to give it up." She shrugged. "This way, I can show off for a group. Been teachin' the vamps a little bit about playin' in the shadows." She was more helpful on the outskirts. Rae Elle offered Will a smile. "You can walk me home. That'd be mighty nice."

"More often than that, I think. You've got that air to you, like the wise instructor you meet on the road of the hero's journey." Of course, she didn't look like the standard trope: the old white man with a beard down to his ankles. But he found her presence and her words just as comforting as those figures were meant to be. "Maybe it's the earth magic. Always makes people look wise when they can make plants pop up all around them. I always overwater everything I try to grow." Concerned that the plants wouldn't have enough water, he'd go too far in the other direction.

"I would," he insisted. "If you don't want to, that's okay. I'm not going to push you. Joining isn't for everyone. But that's your choice, not something you'd be saving us from. And for what it's worth, I think you'd be a great addition to the vibes. I could show you the secret handshake and everything." There was not any official handshake, but it wasn't for lack of trying. He watched, fascinated, as her magic continued to work in front of him, not just the "gardening" now but the manipulation, too, of the shadow. "See? That's pretty damn cool. Something worth showing off to a group." He put up his hands to indicate that he wouldn't say anymore about it now. "Just think about it, alright?" Then he nodded toward the darkening sky. "Can I walk you home?"

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"You impress with your music taste," Rae Elle confirmed, her fingers tapping along to the music. "Absynthe" wasn't exactly mellow listening, but she liked it, that punky, Seattle sound and Mia Zapata's voice. Punk music and hot boxing in a van. It made her feel a lot younger than she was, and Rae didn't feel that old.

She took another drag, holding it in her lungs until she couldn't. "Want me to tell you a secret?" She gave a bit of a pause, leaning forward as she handed back the joint, letting it dangle between her finger tips. "I'd've been impressed by just about anything once you started pullin' out the old vinyls."

"Guess you're not wrong there," Addie offered back, a grin of her own spreading on her face. At least Rae was taking this all in stride. Addie knew her lifestyle wasn't exactly ideal, but she didn't care. It was her life and she was living it how she wanted to. Everyone else be damned.

As the record played, filling the old van with music, Addie leaned back onto her hands, reaching for the joint once it was lit and Rae had taken her hit. Addie put it to her lips and inhaled deeply, holding the smoke in her lungs and letting it calm the tremor she always had in her hands now. She laughed as she blew the smoke out, and it quickly started filling the van. "I aim to please," Addie said back, holding the joint out to Rae again. "So, was I right?" she asked, then. "Do I impress with my music taste?"

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"They look like trouble," Rae said, grinning. She didn't think she minded too much. Trouble was fun. It was fine. It wasn't like she was all sunshine and roses herself. Rae Elle doesn't know if she'd go so far as to call herself trouble, but she was sure there were a few folks from growing up that would. She didn't think she'd mind.

She watched, curious, waiting to see what the other would do, what she'd pick. Music said a lot about a person. What they picked, what they didn't. The tracks they skipped on an album. The order they made their playlists or mixtapes. She liked to know it, to see it. She smiled. The music made sense, tying together a bow around the person in front of her. When the joint was passed along, Rae Elle took it with a smile, pulling her lighter out of her pocket. "Why, thank you, cher," she murmured, pulling it to her lips and taking a drag before passing it back. "Such a gentleman," she teased.

"What's wrong with my eyes?" Addie asked, raising a brow, though she didn't actually mean it. The eyes were the windows to the soul and all that garbage. Still, while Addie kept herself locked up quite tight, she didn't try and hide whatever people thought they could see from her eyes. She wore her intentions bare. There was little reason not to.

While Addie knew she had good music tastes, and also didn't usually care what other people thought of such tastes, she was also a simple woman, who preened slightly under the praise. The request came as a bit of a stumper, though. Addie didn't usually share things like that with people, especially not with people who she'd just met and was really only interested in fucking around with. And yet, something compelled her to nod, before crawling towards the front of the van and hoisting herself halfway over the front seat, digging around under the dashboard. When she found what she was looking for, she leaned back and had a square, hard-leather case in her hands. As she sat, she popped it open and folded out the accordion like slots inside (and there's a photo taped to the inside of the front, of 3 young girls who all look strikingly similar), ticking along them before stopping and plucking out the record inside of it. It looked almost as pristine as the day it was made, if possible, despite the sticker on the top being worn to hell and the clear implication of the missing cover.

Carefully, she placed the record on the player and set the stylus down on it gently. In the next moment, Absinthe by The Gits began to play. Then, from a tray on the shelf, Addie produced a freshly rolled joint. "Do the honors?" she asked, holding it out to Rae.

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"I'd like to think I'm right, every now and then," Rae Elle joked. He seemed a little like he was going to be hard on himself no matter what, no matter what she said. Maybe, though, just maybe, he'd keep her words in mind the next time he decided to be so hard on himself. "Ain't so much of a trick," she chuckled. "Just a little time, some patience, and, of course, the key ingredient: a little earth magic to tease the process along." She liked gardening the old fashioned way, but sometimes it was nice to watch the world get a little brighter right before her very eyes.

She gave him a soft, almost sad look. "I don't know about wise," she started, trying for a small smile. Still, she shook her head. "You wouldn't want that, trust me," she told him quietly. The only coven she'd ever really known had been Silas', and that wasn't exactly a shining example of what magic practitioners should look like, act like. She'd joined it for all the wrong reasons, too, and she'd done horrible things, things that she only regretted part of the time. "Besides, I'd mess up the vibes," she said, allowing one hand to provide a shadow while the other manipulated it, forming a small sphere, though the effort of it made her lightheaded, especially with as much magic as she'd expended over the course of the night. "You're kind, though."

He could understand what she was saying logically; what had happened last night was no one's fault except the wolves who had caused it. But it didn't feel that way. It felt like a failure. Yet all of that took second string when Rae's voice itself was so comforting. She called him 'sugar,' and suddenly it felt like everything was right in the world. "Maybe you're right," he said, thinking he'd have probably agreed to anything she said just then. As for her green thumb, the beach could use a bit more green in its decoration. "I'd like that. You'll have to show me that trick one day."

Will nodded slowly. What she was saying made sense. "Maybe you're right about that too." It had been a strange feeling, that empty space between him and the animals when usually he could read their minds and communicate telepathically what he needed. Maybe they'd felt it too, that no one in the room could understand them--plus, the only home they'd known was broken and their whole ecosystem upended. "See, that's the kind of mind we could use in the coven. Green thumb, wise mind--you know you'd be welcomed back with open arms."

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Rae Elle laughed. "You don't sound too sure. If you can tell me what it means, I'll take you up on your offer," she teased, giving the woman a wink. Her eyes lit up at the talk about her home. "Yeah! There abouts. My mama and I lived with my grandmother on Dauphine." She chuckled. "Yeah? Fella taught me how to swing dance at the Spotted Cat." She sobered a little at the mention of hunters. She could think about those days without feeling the heat of anger, now, just a bitter sort of cold when she remembered what she'd had, what had been taken from her, what she'd felt like she was driven to. She'd gotten her revenge, she'd gotten power, but what was the cost? Some days, it was okay. It was good. She could move past it. Others, she wanted more. Sometimes, she wished she could take it all back. "It was hard out there," she murmured before clearing her throat. "I'm sure there was more than you'd think, yeah? Maybe they're all river sirens down there."

When she finished the sample, Rae Elle gave her a smile. "You know, I trust you on this. You've got good taste, you know? Did you make all these yourself? That was fine, cher." Rae wasn't much of a baker herself, but she knew good food. It was hard to grow up in a food city and not.

"Uh... that's a good question. Both?" She guessed, not all too sure what she had just asked, but also didn't feel like admitting that little detail outloud. "Oh!" She clasped her hands together. "You were right near the French Quarter. I love all the houses there and the shops and the Spotted Cat Music Club and Dat Dog," She cooed, remembering all of her favorite places she'd always visit when she was down there. "Oh... is that cause of the hunters? I was told a little bit about that," She admitted, quietly. "A little bit, but honestly never really quite felt like I fit down there. Not many other folks down South really be sprouting tails and all."

But, when she watched Rae take a bite of her creation, she held her breath. She knew her baking was out of this world, but it didn't mean she didn't still get a little nervous every time someone new tried it. Though, at the hums of delight, Savannah's face lit up once more. "Now, what did I tell ya? And I promise you the double chocolate fudge is just as good. Not too rich too. I made sure of that."