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Wasa stretched and closed her fingers in the early dawn hours, trying to drive some of the cold from her joints. Mornings were always difficult for her. It was a miserable state of affairs to awake with a mind so refreshed but a body wanting nothing more to stay in the warmth and comfort of a bed. Winter weather didn't help, making her joints stiff and her breath fog up the lenses of her glasses. Today, thermoses of tea and coffee took the place of icy beers in her cooler.

The previous venture had been uneventful, just as she predicted, but that didn't make the occasional bob or jingle of her fishing pole any less exciting. Her design ensured the optimum amount of variation in line length and depth, meaning sometimes the rod came to life all its own, sending tiny weights down the wire or sometimes reeling it in so close that she could just make out the outline of the soul bottle below the water. This meant there were times her heart leapt into her chest, thinking perhaps something had taken hold of her line.

Truth was, she wasn't exactly sure what would happen if something got a hold of her line. Would there be a struggle, some sort of battle between her and the caught soul? She had already imagined herself on her feet, hauling in the line and then giving it slack until the poor creature could fight no longer. Would the bottle work its sciencey-magic only then? Or was there the chance that all it would take was a lingering touch for the bottle to suck in its guest without the artist ever knowing.

It was for this reason that Wasa resolved not to pull up her line until it was time. Today, she would stand watch with the pole until high noon, allowing her amble time to rest up for the prospect of a very long night. Crumbs gathered up in the folds of her skirt as she snacked on a scone, attracting the first of what would be many hungry gulls. She picked up a corner at her knee and gave it a flick, sending the morsels down through the cracks in the dock. Soon the water came alive with circles of ripples as tiny fish grazed the water's surface. "Any of you interested in a project with me?" Wasa huffed through a little smirk as she stretched her stiff fingers once more. She really wasn't meant for mornings.

"Yes, but just visitors." She pointed to the water where the shadow of her hand made the tiny little fishes scatter. "Nothing on the line" She reached into her pack and pulled out a folded blanket to drop on the dock beside her. Even though the Sigel never touched the ground per say, it made sense to her that it would be more comfortable and dignified to hover over a bit of padding than whatever dirt and dampness happened to be about. "Tea?"

"Well, you see..." Wasa went to move her hands up into the air to demonstrate then quickly remembered where they needed to be. "The ocean, it has levels." She held her hand up at one level then another. "And some things live in one part and some in others, so if I want to tempt everything in the sea, I have to be able to reach all places, so..." She looped her finger into one of the many places where the line threaded in and out of pulleys and whirly-gigs. "This takes care of all that for me. Reels it in, lets it out... all that random stuff." She moved it just in time to let the gears set off another chain reaction. "I think it might also tell time... I'm not sure."

"That I, uh... I'm not sure." She gave the pole a little shake as the gears settled. "Usually you feel like, a sharp jerk when something is on the line but I don't know if this works this way. I'll probably won't know until I reel it in." She shrugged. "Not expecting to catch anything today anyways, but gotta let it do its thing." She turned her head away from the water for the first time and smiled at the Raevan. "Which is why I'm happy to have your company."

The happy expression was fleeting, flitting away from her face as quick as those little fish under the dock. "Your wing. What happened?"

"People are going to have to stop doing that." The artist mused as the line shivered to a rest. She wasn't the prying type and she certainly didn't like being asked to explain herself twice (it was hard enough trying to do it once) so she wasn't about to ask it of Pasha.

"A room? I, ah..." She tilted her head to direct her gaze away from the water so she could think. "There are lots of rooms he or she could, uh..." Her lips scrunched up in a little frown. "You know... I haven't. I suppose I just figured he, she-er... it would just, um, choose." That's how it always seemed to go with her guests. But, then again, this Raevan was going to be more than a guest, wasn't it? She found herself wondering if Aki had prepared a room for Pasha...

Towels. Wasa was pretty sure she had a guest towel. Somewhere. "I suppose there is a little more preparing I can do." She smiled at the muse, grateful for the advice. She was quite good at that. Towels, sheets, maybe she could even pull the dust covers off some of the furniture just to make the options look a little cozier.

There was a light pause as she considered Pasha's question. "I suppose once I decided to leave it all up to chance, I stopped worrying about the whole boy-girl thing. I mean, it will be what it will be. But... if I were to say..." She pursed her lips "I'm not sure what I would do with a boy." Once she said it, more and more realizations came to light in her head. What was the last time a boy stayed at her house? No doubt there were boys there, what with the faeries and all, but when was the last time she washed a pair of jeans?

Her lips parted, about to give a quick reply but in a rare moment of true self awareness she swallowed it at the last moment. And you will make a great big sister.... Despite the stumble, the heart of Pasha's sentiment still hummed pleasantly in her ears. She could be a good guardian.

"That's very kind of you. I bet you already know a hundred things I haven't thought of." She spared a hand to pat the top of hers. Left to her own devices, Wasa probably would have bought, like, at least 3 pairs of pants. "I'll always welcome your advice."

"Santa hat" Wasa's mouth gaped with a happy little gasp. "That would be the best. And the jar could have little antlers!" She tapped her feet on the dock excitedly and then took a sip of her own tea with a nod. "I think I am doing that for Christmas. I don't suppose, I mean, unless you have plans with your friends..." Those same tapping feet pointed toe to toe. "I have a guest room...es." It had been a long time since she had reason to celebrate Christmas. It would be fun to do a little decoration for the muse's sake.