072806 - The Recieval
Faewynd was sitting in an overstuffed armchair, a grotesquely blue drink the exact color of windex sitting at her elbow. Her son was outdoors playing with his fairy and their imaginary spirit-bear. Fae groaned and slid down further into the chair. She had to get that kid a dog or something. A wolf. Any kind of big critter that could keep him out of the forest.
It had been a long day. She wondered if days were ever anything but long and obnoxious. Nevertheless, running the Place paid the bills and thats all that really counted. They got by. Fae took a long drink of the blue stuff and grimaced, her pupils dialating. Oh... that was just lovely. Just what she needed. She brought the glass to her mouth for another toxic sip.
knock knock Bang!
"No solicitors!" Fae shouted at the front door, which appeared to be having fits. Tossing back the rest of the drink she tottered to the door anyways and yanked it open, fully prepared to lay hell at the feet of whatever traveling salseman had come her way this time.
A tall, dark and handsome angel stood on her doorstep instead and grinned down at her irrepressibly. Without even asking, he swept her up into a back-cracking bear hug and spun her around the room.
"Put...me...down" Fae managed to gasp, swatting at the angel irritably but smiling all the same when he finally set her back on the floor. "You didn't say you were coming to Gaia. I thought you were still in the City..."
The angel made a comical face. "Bah... don't get me started on the City. Bloody dreadful and barbaric place. Can't stand it."
"And yet you agreed to a transfer. Why could that be?" She grinned, gesturing for him to have a seat on the couch and pouring them both a good strong dose of the blue stuff. The angel took his and placed a finger at the side of his nose.
"The chicks. It's all about the chicks. The ones in heaven are all pious... the ones in hell are all... burning." He shrugged, grinning. "The ones in the City aren't really supposed to be there - "
"Nobody is supposed to be in the City" Fae interjected.
"Exactly. So the poor things are all lost and just looking for a pair of warm, comforting arms that aren't looking to devour them. It works out well for all of us. And anyways, I like being part of the resistance movement. It's kinda fun."
"Even though you're resisting your own nephew? Really, Lucky, if I didn't know better I'd be forced to say that all the hosts of Heaven, Hell and the City too are just boys playing one big game."
Lucky laughed. "It's a good thing you know better, then." He teased. "But look, I didn't come here just to chat. As nice as it is, of course."
"Well if you came here to get laid you're outta luck, bub." Fae responded ascerbically, crossing her arms and glaring at him in what she hoped was a menacing kind of way. It wasn't, the angel merely laughed at her and pulled something out of his pocket. It appeared to be a round-ish stone, but it certainly wasn't made anywhere in nature, as far as Fae could figure. It was in the shape of two intriguing little creatures twined about one another. Smiling, she took it from him. Immediately she felt a little light in the head, though the sensation passed almost as quickly as it had come. "For me?" She asked, cradling the thing. "Where did you find it?"
The angel shrugged, looking mildly discomfited. "I found it in the City, but don't ask me where it came from or how it got there. That place is one big madhouse anyways. But I picked it up and thought of you... it seemed the sort of odd little trinket you like to collect." He shook his head, as if confused by something he couldn't quite recognize. "Anyways, it's for you but don't blame me if it curses you or something. Can't trust anything that comes out of the bloody City, you know. And speaking of..."
"You're not leaving already, are you?" Fae asked, though it was somewhat half-hearted. The dizziness was prodding at the edges of her vision and she was beginning to feel strange indeed. "Well, thank you for the gift, Lucky. Do come and see us again soon, Hassan will be sorry to have missed you." She set the rock on a table and stood, immediately feeling less dizzy. Hugging the angel, she saw him out. "I don't suppose you'd do a fly-by and make sure that boy of mine isn't wandering about in the forest where he doesn't belong?"
"Of course." The angel took flight and Fae wandered back inside. Strangely reluctant to let it out of her sight for too long, she dropped the rock into one pocket and then promptly forgot about it as the kettle boiled over and dinner started to burn.
