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Carlisle gave a shriek of pure joy and was still clapping his hands when he turned to face Harper. "Again," he said hopefully, knowing that when he did that, usually people did whatever they'd just done again. He knew for sure that his mother did, and so did the crazy lady with wings from next door. Logic said Harper should, too.

She smiled again. "I guess I don't," she agreed, spreading her hands and shrugging. "And, uh, it depends on the region. I think it's the Arch-Lich for this region, but I don't really know. I... haven't taken the current events courses yet."

He considered it, sticking two fingers in his mouth as he did so. It took a minute before he nodded and said, "Okay! Again!" Carlisle turned his face to the bottom of the slide and expectantly put his hands up in the air.

"No," she said, equally as serious as she turned to face him. "Are you?"

"I wish I could say I was," Lixxie said. "But I've only heard of planar traveling in passing before." She nibbled on her lower lip as she watched the two children.

The baby looked like he might be sulking, but the second Harper reached the bottom of the slide he zoomed right after, squealing and laughing the whole way.

He nodded enthusiastically, clapping his hands again. "Again?" Carlisle adopted the most hopeful look he knew how, clasping his hands and sticking out his lower look. It usually worked. He'd never met anyone immune to this face. Ever.

"It's really not so hot out, it's just humid." Lixxie seemed to brush off the temperature with good will. "Did you hear? They've predicted a thunderstorm tonight."

He was game. Sure, this was backwards of the normal order, but Carlisle would try anything once. Maybe twice. Three times if he wasn't sure of his opinion. Of course, he wasn't Tarzan and he didn't play any sports yet, so he had to depend a little more on Harper than another boy might have. The poor kid spent all his time in the company of priests, scholars, drunken frat boys, and his mother, who was like some unholy combination of the first two items without the sense of humor of the latter. He didn't exactly get to do much running around like this.

"Yes," Lixxie said, not quite able to follow the train of thought from storms to instruments, but attempting to continue the conversation anyway. It'd be so awkward to sit here and watch Carlisle go up the slide- as much as she'd love to run over and grab away her son, he wasn't in any real danger. Surely Harper wouldn't drop him back down, and even if, then he'd learn not to trust so surely... "My father forced me through eight years of piano." As if it were really a great hardship. It had made learning to use a computer a lot easier when the time came. "You play guitar," she remembered aloud.

He copied Harper and raised his arms up high, looking a little absurd. "BEAT! SLIDE!" While his yell didn't have the fear-inspiring depth of Harper's, it still made him pretty happy with himself. "Yeah!"

She shrugged. "My hands are too small for the piano," she said, holding up her hands. Her fingers couldn't span an entire scale as it was sometimes necessary. "I hear a lot of things like that about other gifts, too. Like elemental powers. My father doesn't approve." Lixxie shoot her head. "I'm sure you're really excellent, thought." Her voice was eager and happy.

"Not small!" He threw his arms in the air again, as if trying to reach the sky. "I big and good. You too!" Carlisle grinned back at Harper, obviously immensely pleased with himself. Even though Harper had done all the work.

Lixxie nodded firmly. "It's almost the same for me. Back home, my sister and I were considered near goddesses in our own right. We could create storms and level cities as we chose." She looked up at the gray sky, then sighed. "It sounds really nice. Music being magic, I mean. Incantations and meaning can't possibly compare."