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Mireille glanced down at the pale boy beside her. He was still so confusing to her, so capable despite being just born. Well, just hatched, anyway. He walked beside her without stumbling, clad in colors far too vivid for his pale skin, but rather than look sickly he looked... ethereal. Ethereal, and sweet enough to give her cavities.

Her hand reached out, fingers brushing through the pale silk of his hair, and when he smiled up at the contact, she found herself smiling right back at him. She'd named him Julien Michel rather hesitantly, but the boy had taken right to the names, sounding each out carefully, then beaming when she gave in to the urge to nickname him. Jewels were his eyes, so Jules he had become.

Not even two weeks again, Mireille would've been extremely wary of the letter she'd recieved, but after everything that had happened... after Jules, she'd decided to go along. And so she'd packed up a backpack of goods, including the plush bear she'd given Jules just before he'd decided to come out, and they'd made their way to Barton plaza, both of them curious just who they might find.

Cindy continued to read the letter she'd received in the mail just a few days ago as they walked closer and closer toward their destination. "Who's Marzipan? And why exactly is this so important?" She asked the small boy holding her hand.

She hadn't planned on going to whatever this was, but for whatever reason, Aesop had insisted. Though, he himself had no idea who this woman was... Something felt important about it. Very important. "I am... Not sure..." His red eyes looked up at her pleadingly, which could only cause her to sigh.

"Don't worry Aesop... I trust you." No matter how strange this seemed. The boy gave a smile as she assured him and continued to look around curiously as he'd previously been doing. He did like to examine things. He'd asked so many questions. Commented on so many things... It was... Interesting.

Today, Cindy wore a simple outfit. A horned hat, red and black striped shirt, black jacket, and black pants. Aesop's new outfit accented her nicely. What with his white stripes and hair. And heck, if anyone asked, he was an albino. Simple enough.

As they reached the fountain, Cindy looked around. Aesop stared at the water curiously. "So... How are we supposed to know what this Marzipan person looks like?" Aesop wouldn't know, so why was she bothering to ask? With a sigh, she picked him up and sat on the sides of the fountain, the boy earning himself a place in her lap.

"You and I will just have to keep our eyes open, now won't we?" She smiled down at him and looked into those red eyes that contrasted her own. Aesop smiled back to her and nodded, then both began looking around for the person they didn't know.

The heat wasn't hot today which meant Shyer had no excuse to think that this was some kind of mirage brought on by heat exhaustion or something of that kind. Her eyes grew wide enough to pass off as dinner plates, manners being too deeply programmed her to let her mouth fall, but she could all her jaw turn slack regardless. Oh...these were the others. She gulped down, having never so many Ashe and their guardians in one place before. In retrospective four - no wait five, she's missed one, wasn't really allot, but she'd assumed that it was almost an impossibility to meet them altogether unless it was some kind of organised gathering. Of course, the letter. Her fingers jumped to her pocket, tearing off a corner in her haste to read it. This mustn't be the only copy then.

Aealia smiled to herself, she'd organised only the faintest of glamour to dim her skin tone to a pasty paleness and hid her wings, though it was faint and looked glitchy because every second or two you'd get the faint impression that large appendages were behind her. Still, it was enough for Shyer to be happy with. Around her she felt more than knew the Ashe were there, of course from this distance she could see a few shorter peoples approaching, most of them having their own odd characteristics that pinpointed them. A slight pang of irritation flared within her chest for a moment, noticing that none of those present were dealing with the problems which large wings caused those whom had to run around in the mortal world still.

Shyer still seemed quite in shock to be surrounded by so many, she dearly hoped marzipan would be coming soon. Wait did that mean all these people also knew of marzipan and even some might have an inkling of why there were all here. Unsure of what to do next Shyer worked against all the timid traits of her personality and raised her voice above the level of the splashing water, eyeing Aelia anxiously, though the look was ignored given that the Ashe was far too entertained by the approaching strangers.
‘Does she even know about stranger danger yet?’ Shyer wondered, making a mental note to say something about it yet. She held up her piece of paper at ear level before speaking up.
“So…am I wrong to think that I’m the only person with one of these pieces of parchment?”
Her face turned bright red at being the first to say something among such a ’large’ crowd.

“I think that we all have one obviously.” Felicity said a bit coolly. Toulouse gave her thigh a vicious pinch, making Felicity squeak in realization about how rude she had just been. “I-I mean, I’m Felicity. It’s nice to meet you all.” She amended, trying to vainly to hide how nervous everyone was making her. She consoled herself with the fact the some of the others seemed nervous too.

“And I am Toulouse.” Toulouse replied flicking some stray golden hairs that had become caught in the collar of his jacket. “May I assume that none of you know what this meeting is about? This certainly is such a wayward meeting place. ” Toulouse looked about the crowd with a pompous twinkling in his eye. Felicity prayed to God that Toulouse’s dry humor would not offend anyone. She was frankly shocked that he would talk to boldly.

“Oh, Toulouse stop it. What can I say?” Felicity smiled shyly at the girl who had introduced herself as Mireille.

“No harm meant.” Toulouse replied genially with a full smile. “Merely a lark.”

Xare raised an elegant eyebrow at the others' words. She'd met Shyer before, and Aelia. So seeing them here made the situation not quite as bad. Concentrating a bit, Xare also called up the piece of paper that had contained similar instructions to meet at the fountain. She used a slight increase in glamor to hide her actions as she brought it out, making it seem as if she had merely taken the piece of paper out of her pocket instead of conjuring it out from thin air. "It appears that we all have had similar letters delivered to us."

Pausing, she looked around, noting with a mild sort of amusement that Zaden was already scrambling up onto the fountain. She hoped that he did not get too wet. From experience, she knew that telling the boy to refrain from doing something would only goad him to go further. So now, she generally kept quiet and let him learn through his own mistakes.

When the round of introductions came to her, Xare tilted her head. She kept up the glamor on both herself and her charge, however - just in case. "Hello, I am known as Xare. My ashe, Zaden, is the one that is over there attempting to get out of the fountain." Xare flashed a quick smile as she indicated the now dripping wet boy with apparently black hair. "He always has to learn the hard way. It is nice to meet you all, too."

"I've never met Marzipan," Mireille countered immediately, shaking her head. She started to add something else, but the little girl's comment caught her attention, and she looked down at Aelia. "Glamour? You mean... like magic?" Magic... like the egg that had arrived, and turned her world upside down.

Julien shook his head, looking over at Aelia apologetically. "I'm still getting used to this place," he offered, and even as he spoke, he was tugging at his sweater to get it off. Mireille, looking around at the others, had no idea that Julien had pulled his sweater off as he carried it over to Zaden, holding it out to the other boy. "Here," he offered. "You shouldn't stay wet like that. You could get sick."

Glamour? What the hell was glamour? Why did it matter? Why was everyone just ignoring her?

Cindy's face scrunched up as everyone went about their business. Usually, she hated being the center of any attention, but she would really like some questions answered here. Surely one of these people knew. She gently lifted Aesop off of her lap and stood him up on the ground. She gave a quick glance to the boy in the waterfall behind her then to his caretaker.

Getting on her own two feet, she made her way over to Mir. "Hey, I dunno about you, but I think there are things these people aren't telling us." She said under her breath to the only person she knew there besides Aesop.

Aesop was about to follow Cindy, but seemed to become distracted. By what? A small coin that sat on the ground. He crouched down over it and stared before even touching the shiny object. As he lifted it from the ground, he examined the imprints and the letters ever so carefully. "Hm." Is all he bothered to say as he smiled and put it in his pocket. His eyes then continued to view the ground around him. Everything was so... Different.

He paid no attention to the comments of glamour or any of the questions floating on the air. He had examined all the children here and made his own assumptions about them. If any wanted to talk to him, then they would. Otherwise, he had his own things to do.... Even though he wasn't sure of what those were yet.