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Outskirts of Deadwood

It had started with a drizzle and quickly grew into a storm. The lamp poles cast a kaleidoscope of light dancing across the puddles in the road, only to be disturbed by the wheels of a car. Harry drove fast, eager to return home after his gruelling week of meetings out-of-state on Dominion business. Harry cherished the comfort of his car, while bellowing winds blew rain and fallen leaves against his windshield. “What a glorious homecoming.” He mutters, utterly disappointed by the weather. He was a true-born Scotsman through and through, no stranger to the rain and wind-- but his years outside of his homeland had spoiled him with more clement weather.

He spots a figure in the distance, stood against the side of the road with an arm outstretched. The car in front of him paid no heed and drove right past the stranded stranger. He sighs, “Well it is dinner-time.” He jokes to himself. Harry’s car slows as he approaches, “Nasty storm out here. Need a lift?”

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When: Sometime in the morning

Where: The Farmers Market at Falls Park

Who: Open to anyone(with multiple responses allowed)

The quiet morning of the farmers market is interrupted by loud laughter coming from the small petting zoo in the corner. The farmer in charge of the booth didn’t get many visitors older then children but today a college age woman was leaned over the edge holding one of the baby pigs that kept trying to put it’s nose to her nose. Perle stood up straight holding the pig closely as the farmer instructed her how to properly hold the young animal. She was practically beaming as she held the young animal. She’d never gotten to hold a baby pig before or even seen a baby pig in real life before! This felt like the best possible outcome for her first trip to the farmers market and she’d been expecting it to be rather amazing to begin with! She turned towards the closest person, other then the farmer, holding the baby pig out

“Isn’t he the cutest thing you’ve ever seen? He’s so tiny!!”

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Drummond Estate - back alley, 4:37 AM.

Sleep never came easy to him after the war. He often wrestled in his sheets, sweating, and waking with a start. Harry rubbed his eyes, sitting on the edge of his mattress. He reached for his dark silk robe to drape over his naked chest, grabbed a pack of cigarettes and a lighter, before stepping out the back door of his estate and into a poorly-lit alley that runs along the edge of his property. Harry pinches a cigarette with his lips and turns the wheel on his lighter. Spark. Spark. Nothing. Harry grumbles, rummaging through his pockets hoping for a miracle.

The sound of footsteps approaching echoes from the distance, growing louder with each second. Harry stays still in the shadows for a moment, then appears into the light. “I don’t mean to startle you, especially at this hour.” He says, raising the cigarette nestled between his hands, “But, you wouldn’t, perchance, have a lighter on you-- would you?”

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a dry leaf and a box of matches. the feyrie emerges from her light body into her human form and reaches for those two items. she places them in her pocket and gives it a bit of a pat as if to reassure herself that they’re there. she made it a habit to take pieces of her own essence whenever she’s in her human form. they’re not amulets, they cannot protect her, but they symbolize the very connection she has with nature forces and being a feyrie, she can’t ignore this pull. carefully, amber pulls the necklace containing her beloved necklace to complete the picture, the ashes of her volcano a warm flame upon her heart.

usually, she is the less likely of the elmwood siblings to leave their home by herself in her human form, but it’s getting colder and amber wants to see the ice rink in falls park. amber is very grateful that when the seelie court relocated her centuries ago they didn’t have her stay in the park. although beautiful, she would have to get used to an increasing amount of people in her territory and that’s a very difficult pill to swallow. amber can’t look back and see the events that led to elmwood’s unpopularity as a blessing, but it does come with perks. the main one being how unlikely it is that someone is bold and courageous enough to trespass their home.

her hand look for her leaf and matches as she makes her way through the crowd, regarding humans and supernaturals with all the same distance. amber watches as people pass through and how they try their luck in the ice rink. she wonders briefly why wouldn’t any unseelie naiad interfere, seeing how they definitely adore chaos and harassing humans. maybe she can invite her sibling later on and check if they want to have a bit of fun.

amber turns, her hand again pats her pocket but- it’s definitely too flat. her eyes grow wide and she looks around, fishes through both her pockets but the box of matches is gone. the feyrie looks a bit frantically for it, only to find someone is already picking it up from the ground.

“excuse me,” she speaks, walking towards them. “this is mine,”