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Drifting after Trivii while she sorted laundry if Nell could have sung should would have, but because she couldn't she settled for dancing with her own shadows, just a few feet from where Trivii worked.

The cat girls ear twitched and she half turned toward the kitchen... "Did you just hear....?" Settling on the realization that she was talking to a rock, she pushed the laundry back into the hamper.



Nettle stared down from her position on top of the cabinets, the wood around her gaining a fine crust of frost, beetle like eyes narrowing dramatically as she gestured at her co-horts. In was time.

Haileigh summoned up a small barrage of icicles and nodded coolly back at Nettle, her line would hold, there was no way they could tolerate a Faery in their house.

Nettle nodded and flicked her gaze over to their delicate comrade and made a violent downward slash with her own frail seeming arm.

Nodding Rowena drew a deep breath and covered the warmly decorated room with a layer of frost and icy fog drawing on her own fear of the Faery and summoning a spear of solid ice.

The Moth Prince, Allureyan folded his amber and sienna wings back along his beautiful in miniature body and glitter fell from his finger tips in the first onslaught. warmth cutting through ice as he dove feignted and dashed to route frost pixies from their hiding places ontop of the cabinets.

A shard of ice tour through his wing, and still the battle waged on.

Scenting victory Haileigh summoned up another barrage of icicles and let them fly, crowing to her compatriots. "The Faery is ours lades!"

Hurling her second ice spear at the Faery Rowena shouted, "Not yet he isn't!" As her second spear evaporated in the fulttering sparks of yet another glittery assault.

Nettle shouted abrubtly, "watch out!" As a flash of light left her uncounscious on a counter top.

Speating despite the frost that clung to the very air, Allure sighted the blue pixie and gathered another golden ball between his hands, and had no soon let fly when a spear of crafted ice toohim from behind, knocking him to the floor. Metallic liquid seeping from him into the polished floor.

Trivii pushed into the Kitchen just in time to block the attempted murder and collect the two fallen combatents. "You will not do war in my house."

Haileigh hissed snakelike at the cat girl for stealing her kill.

"Or you will leave."

More and more Trivii observed her natural hours were shifting, less and less was she awake at a decent hour often napping through the middle of the day, and thus missing out on the bright tortures of mid-day.

That would not be the case today.

Not naturally an night owl, Trivii had spent much of her life awake before sunrise by as much as several hours. Knowing full well that the sun did not burst into life on an expanse of blue. The cat girl prepared to once again accomplish something before noon.

Needless to say, the battle lines between being a morning person and a night owl was clearly drawn. Rolling over, the cat girl shut off her alarm clock. There was precious little light this time of year, far too little to squander it.

An excited shimmer Nell skated an whirled in the shadowy early morning gloom. The woman was up!

That meant they could have fun.

Glancing over at Nell, to discourage herself from climbing back in bed, Trivii smoothed out her sheets, tucking the edges under the mattress, straightening her pillows and pulling the coverlet taught she tucked it around and behind the pillows.

Brightening a bit the gem and her shadows surged across the bed. An inquisitive air vibrating around her.

Wanting to play too!

Laughing a little Trivii gathered her quilt and smoothed it over the coverlet. Tucking the edges neatly into hospital corners, before adding a bolster and decorative pillows.

Strolling around to her chest of drawers, she lit the perfumed candle on its surface before digging under garments out as well as a simple knee length denim skirt and deep rust colored sweater.

Like a cat Nell wound around Trivii as she headed towards the shower. This routine after waking made no sense to her. Just glad they were done resting.

Dodging the light, like she did every morning.

Nell hid under the ecru towel on the towel rack.

Standing under the scalding spray until the water ran cold, the cat girl glanced at Nell as she dried, dressed and did her make-up, using white eyeliner to accent the heavy black tattooing around her eyes painting her lips the color of coffee.

She smiled to herself as Nell ghosted behind her on returning to the bedroom.

Trivii flung open the curtains to greet the mid-autumn day.

Whipping under the bed. Nell was quickly out of sight.

Laughing Trivii left the room. What a lovely morning for tea!

She didn't have to look to see Nell scoot after her.

New Years Day.

The Anniversary of the year before, the mark of the beginning of the solar calendar. Also a time for new beginnings, promises and leaving waste from the previous year behind you.

It also marked the end of their first tumultuous year in a rather interesting old farm house, and the beginning of the second. As cold kissed her cheeks with a rosy hue Trivii glanced back over her shoulder and smiled.

This business of being a parent was growing on her.

A procession of people, organized along a street, many in costume, and dozens of people, all ages playing pipes and drums or trumpets and bugles moved briskly down the street.

Pretty girls did flips and cartwheels, a small legion were twirling flags and throwing batons.

She wanted to be out there.

But it was so bright, trembling with the energy of the crowd Nell lingered at the very edge of the shadows, as far from Trivii as she could manage.

Trivii took half a step closer to the parade, like Nell, this would be her first one. Floats or sometimes large balloons moved by like an intermission from the lively youths.

Maybe next year Nell would be a child to enjoy the exhibition.

A little more than a year had passed since their first meeting. A new year and big changes.

A date.

A date with a gorgeous guy.

On Valentines day.

And it didn't have anything to do with the newspaper or her house.

Aidan was taking her dancing.

She sighed, and looked at her selection of dresses: she had a little black dress... not a good choice for dancing, the red mandarin... but every other woman there would probably be in red... she needed something different, it wouldn't due to blend into the background on a first date.

She was taking so long, an audience was beginning to gather. She had Nell, two pixies and Allure.... They were making her self conscious.

They were also making her head hurt. As she was bringing a hand up to cover her eyes she spotted it, at the back of the wardrobe, god only knew when she had warn it last. The palest of pinks with gold piping and trim, flowing skirt and fitted bodice. She could wear her gold brocade slippers with it, they had a slight heal, it would be perfect.

For once, not at all excited. Nell simmered from the surface of the vanity.

Dressing quickly, Trivii styled her still razor uneven moonlight colored locks into a wispy chignon and painted her face with a light hand, she faltered.

Yes this town had its oddities, but Nell had to stay with her.

Lowering her eye pencil she stared at the stone. In this town of the odd, was it a faux pas to have the symbiotic wraith come with her?

Sparking at Trivii Nell extended her shadows to try and obstruct Trivii's view of the soft pink and gold clutch.

Noticing Trivii smiled and contemplated the size....



With barely enough time to dress and trip down the stairs tugging on her shoes, Trivii was quite pleased with the finished product.

Nell was quite upset by being consigned to her hand bag.

Opening the door on her first date... well, ever. Trivii Smiled.

Aiden took one look at the cat-girl and whistled silently. "Hey, you look like a fairy tale! Gorgeous." He smiled and flicked a glance around the foyer for any stray pixies, assuming that for once they were under lock and key. "Are we ready to go?"

Gold tinged opaline eyes tilted up at the corner as her lips twitched. "I sure hope so."

Handing her a small bouquet of yellow tulips Aiden stepped back.

"Let me put these in water." Vanishing into the kitchen she filled a cut glass vase and dropped the flowers in water, not bothering to arange them before returning to Aiden. "Now we can go."

Taking her arm Aiden lead the way out to his car. "I thought it would be fun to do this up at a reinactment of the St. Valentines day masacre, not the same location, something hosted by a local hotel every other year or so... But it occurs to me that may not be appropriate."

"No, it sounds like fun." Pivoting she allowed her self to be handed into the car, tucking her gown arround her legs.

"The dancing is in an ajoining ballroom...."

"It sounds fun." Trivii smiled up at him as he closed the door. Seeing he was as nervous as she, helped her relax significantly.



Exhileration.

Nothing else could describe her evening, damn near glowing as Aiden walked her up the steps to her front door Trivii turned a smile lighting up her face.

"I had a wonderful time."

"So did I... Do you think we could do it again? Soon?" Aiden grinned down at the cat girl.

"I'de like that."

"Then if I don't call you, call me, we'll make some plans."

Leaning against her door she looked up at him through her lashes, "Soon."

Leaning down slowly, locking eyes with her, Aiden murmered his assent as he lightly brushed his lips over her's intent on more. Quite soon.

Reaching shadows out of the purse, the darkness may have been a brick wall between, for probably the eigth time that night.

Laughing good naturedly he pulled away. "Maybe next time, your little Nell will like me better."

Flushing vividly as the shadows began to dispate. "I'm sorry."

"No its okay. I'll talk to you later."

Nodding she let herself into the house, discreatly watching his departure through the peep hole.

Vernal Equinox, one of two days a year when people can observe a time of equal day and equal night. Trivii rocked back in the chair in her newly apointed home office, scanning the notes that the editor of the tribune had given her. Tagged since moving to the area to write the human interests collum once a week, it was a role that the form free lance writer was growing accustomed to.

Tapping a pencil that served as prop than for function against the scarred antique surface of her desk, salvaged after having been left behind by a previous occupant.

Jarred from her reverie Trivii looked at the door. "Damn Pixies." The noise continued and the cat girl moved a hand to the side of her head, when the unmistakable sounds of the Faery's retaliation rang out.

"Deep breathing, eh Nell?" Standing up, Trivii moved out from behind her desk and flipped on the radio setting the vollume to help drown out the sounds of war. "Lets hope that they kill each other this time."

Glowing with myrth tendrils of shadows moved around the cabachon with what could only be called a cies la vis attitude.

Blinking quickly Trivii returned to her computer, dropping the pencil back in its cup.

As we witness life returning to the country side in the forms of vibrant bulbs and cheerfull blossums. Many people don't take the time to appreciate all that this change can mean to us. To our ancestors aside from being beautiful, this was a time of hope.

The sun is reborn from its winter banishment to thaw the earth, making it ready for the plow, or weddings. People felt and do feel today that they have been reborn as well. Escaping from close, snow-bound confinement into the new warmth.

Everywhere you look you may notice renewed signs of life, the elderly woman tending her garden, a young boy building a tree house with his father, puppies and kittens or in more rural areas lambs, calves and foals.

Even the expectant mother at the grocery store and little league games.

One particularly vivid observation of this spring is in the beautifully tragic story being told through the Senior Production at the Highschool. "Blodeuwedd" The tale of a maiden crafted from flowers, as tragically sweet as any Shakesperian classic....

The occassional crash, bang or sizzle interupted as she finsihed her piece and submitted it with a file of pictures to her editor. Finally done with her thousand words.

Trivii stood.

Nell bouncily drifted closer to Trivii flowing in her wake from the room, pulling the shadows along she through them dramatically around the cat girl as Trivii flowed to a stop and placed her hands on her hips.

Head throbbing, this time Allure was winning. But Trivii couldn't endourse loss of life for any reason.

"Stop it. Right. Now." Carefully punctuating her words, carefully pitched her voice low instead of shouting. Her words coming out on a slight trill.

Dazed from the glitzy assualt by Faery. Haileigh halted.

As the other two pixies continued their fighting with Allure. An electrical current started to gather arround Trivii. "I promise. I am much scarier. Do you need me to repeat myself?"

Rowena grabbed Nettle and held her still.

Nettle shouted abrubtly, snarling at her sister, then spotting Trivii smirked and held still.

Shifting her eyes to the Faery, "Allureyan?"

Straightening up, he hovered slightly straightening his clothes.

"If you are going to kill each other, get out of my house." Closing her eyes bracingly. "In fact, you can all just get out." She opened her eyes in time to see the winged creatures form a united front.

Obviously they weren't going anywhere.

"Or start earning your keep."

Trivii was languishing in bed with a book and a cup of tea, Nell slipped out of sight and across the hall.

Moldy wall-paper, drooping like an old man, ready to be steamed the rest of the way off, and floor to ceiling windows.

To the little orange stone the room had a magical draw, like echoing music. Visions of whirling dancing beauties, ghosts and memories no more.

A wealth of personality. A wealth of passion.

This room was the furthest she could wander from Trivii's side, but there must be more places like it in the world. Places beyond the muldering walls.

Deserts and oceans, vast places.

Glittering in the middle of a whirl of shadows, Nell waited for the memories of the room to share something with her.

But they never did.

Nothing. Absolutely nothing smells like summer. Eyes long accustomed to the still darkness allowed the duo to stroll into the city, maneuvering streets, crossing tennis courts. Trivii simply couldn't get enough and so she kept walking. The little orange stone drifting along with her, near her shoulder Trivii was engrossed in it, the thing called night.

It was a town like any other town you might imagine, okay so maybe not quite like any other town, it was a bit strange to say the least. An outsider would have never guessed how deep the darkness of this town could get. Almost literally. With the fiends and assorted menagerie. The people were a whole other story.

In the daytime all seemed normal, the police patrolled the streets, men and women went to work, and kids went to school. Busy shopper in the stores and restaurants kept the town alive and buzzing. Everyone was just as friendly as can be, but at night things were different.

Most people say that about the town they live in, but here it was true. Things became darker and more sinister when the sun went down. Maybe that wasn't the best description. But things took on an aura or life that by day just wasn't there.

Not everyone in town was human, Vampires, were beasts and magi ruled the town when no body cared to notice.

Angling through the park, Trivii slowed scenting the wind. Gardenia and lilac, she smiled wishing her yard had a unique perfume like that.

But then enjoying the scents and sights weren't her only reason for being out after midnight. In spite of the warmth she shivered, and pulled a crumbled note from her pocket.



Magic users who advertised themselves as such were hard to find and rarely any good, and so she and Nell settled in at a table in the park to wait for one of her contacts. Smiling she trailed a toe over soft grass, as un-amusing as the situation was, it was amusing in a 'B rate' kind of way.

Minutes ticked by.

Glinting like a little orange star, Carnelian flowed over the areas nearest to the table, a little flower of light in the natural darkness. Sensing Trivii's tension she almost trembled with anticipation.

Of what she didn't know but it was definitely going to be fun.

Plucking a strand of grass, Trivii placed it between her thumbs and whistled through it at Nell.

Nell would have been interested if not for the scraping thud and clatter coming down the sidewalk.

Dropping the grass the cat girl stood watching the edge of shadow until the sound took shape.