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It was a rare day. Something completely un-heard of. Could it be possible? Dierdre was actually walking hand in hand with her guardian?! Yes, yes it was indeed so. Of course, Dierdre had refused to leave the house until Ronnie put on something more presentable, but all in all, a break through.

Pity that the weather had decided not to cooperate. Both females could only hope that they wouldn't have need for their umbrellas, because the thin sheen of fabric would harldy do to save their clothing, should the down pour begin.

They both snaked into the building and thanked the gods that they'd made it in time. A loud clap of thunder resonated as they shut the door.

Feeling that she was much better equipped to handle this situation, Dierdre made her way over to Beth's reception area. The gentle swish of her skirt helped to bolster her confidence. The desk was littered with clerical flotsam and jetsam, and had Dierdre's eyebrow raising in wonder that anything got done.

"Excuse me, my name is Dierdre and I'm after seeing Shy. I would assume he's expecting me." And if he wasn't, well that would be quite rude of him now wouldn't it?

The tall fae glanced back to see that Ronnie had already seated herself and was paging through an issue of Time. Though it showed where the woman's head was, at least she wasn't making a distraction out of herself. So, for the time being, it was acceptable.

Dierdre sniffed once in what might have been disdain. The woman was obviously sick and in no fit condition to be interacting with other life forms. "Thank you," she said quietly before heading back toward where Ronnie was stitting.

Despite the fact that Ronnie had gotten done up for this meeting, Dierdre only raised her eyebrows and said, "My exam's being held on the thirteenth floor. I've no need for you to accompany me, so don't." She spied a somewhat out dated copy of Vogue on a stand and pressed it into Ronnie's hands. "Here, read up on something good for you."

Baffled and a bit hurt, Ronnie watched as her tall fae sauntered off toward the elevator by herself. She knew that Dierdre was capable of taking care of herself, but she wanted to be there for some parts of the fae's life. It was like raising a stranger.

A little depressed, she opened the magazine and began flipping through its pages. Maybe she'd try to understand a bit more about her girl. Though all this talk of fashion and what not was just gibberish to her.

Dierdre, now free of paraental guidance and encased in the elevator, began to straighten her outfit. She'd never met this Shy character but apparently it was thanks to him that she was around. She supposed she should thank him, but it would only be half hearted...

As the doors parted, she found herself staring at the wall of a hallway... Huffing out a sigh she looked up and down both ways. That idiot receptionist hadn't given her any further directions.

Now, wasn't this and odd sight. Something looking vaguely familiar with a dragon and a strange man bursting out of the room... Dierdre wrinkled her nose at the creature, it was messy, and dripping brown goo everywhere. What an un-sanitary thing.

The man seemed... different..., but not necessarily in a good way. So this was Shy? Dierdre wasn't sure exactly what his part in all of this was, but she knew she had to meet him.

"Sure, and I'm Dierdre." Her brogue came on a lot stronger than she'd hoped and she mentally cursed herself. Taking a defensive stance she crossed her arms over her chest and tilted her head just barely up and to the right.

"Well... what's this all on about then?"

No, she did NOT think that was a great idea, but didn't say so out loud. Ronnie had tried to bribe her once with the brown stuff and she found the taste entirely displeasing.

Still, she allowed him one smile for the compliment he paid her. "Thank you." Obligingly, she followed him back to the room from which he had burst. As long as she didn't have to get near the chocolate disaster, she'd be alright.

"So, what am I here for then?" That was the original question anyhow, but the man seemed to mistake her meaning. It wasn't as if it was a hard question to answer. Some people are just... slower than others she supposed.

The contempt was barely hidden on her face. This man was the lead director of the 030 project? What a joke. He seemed nearly as scatter brianed as Ronnie if that were possible. Why? Why was she surrounded by incompetent people?

Schooling her mind to be polite, she smiled again, "And fascinating it is, to be sure." All this 'stuff' he was talking about. How was she to trust a man like that? Hopefully her tutors will be much more worthy of herself.

"Just a hunch, but why would there be anything wrong with me? For curiosity's sake that is."

That kind of talk was not something she appreciated. Missing organs? No indeed, it didn't bode well for the young fae. His explination, though true, bothered her somewhat at her core. And like all things that bother Dierdre on a more base level, she ignored it promptly.

Taking a seat and reaching for a pastry, she replied, "Oh, I'm as good as any other I'd wager. Though, I've a question for you, why'd you stick me with Ronnie? The girl's got no sense of style nor does she have a single cohesive thought in 'er head." She bit in to the flaky crust of her pastry and took a small bite. Daintily, she wiped her mouth off.

"Also, I've found that I think a lot differently from some of the other fae. For instance, on a day not too long ago, a batch of us went to the beach. Figuring it best to get away from the guardians we ran off on our own.

Nereida had this thought that we could catch ourselves a sea-monster. Of course, what she really meant was an octopuss. I looked it up when I got home. Still, she, Kayce, and myself loaded ourseves onto a raft and went out in search of it. I found Kayce to be rather slow witted though, as she couldn't see reason no matter how hard I tried to beat it into her head.

Anyhow, the three of us found the right spot and did battle with the sea monster. The thing nearly took me down, but in the end we killed it good and proper, and since that was our mission, I felt we'd done well. But the point of the story is, on the way back to the shore, with the sea monster on the boat, the other two became very pensive, wondering if the sea monster really had to die.

The entrie time I was thinking, 'Of course it had to die, you cabbages! We set out to kill it did we not? What sort of hypocritical thoughts are this?' I don't understand why they'd do something, with full knowledge of what they were doing, and then feel bad about it after they'd done it."

Huffing a bit, she bit into her pastry again.