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"Whaddya mean, she's ready?" Camille asked, leaving no short temper out from the creasing facial features. Harrison had little time for any attitude thrown by the small cajun. Camille had been made aware of Raevan's, he'd been made aware of Harrison's raevan in particular. He's been caught up on every story and yet he was still sour faced in the beaming glory that was Harrison Reed Troxel. He'd all but jabbed his thumb through the call end button once Zeke had hung up. This was his day, a new day. The crazy haired Raevan's day he'd peered through the glass during the holiday party. And in the month of March too. What was it? In like a Lion out like Lamb?

Perfect. Ferocious beginning to the start of a new season. Where the cold wouldn't sit in his bones and the days began to lengthen. This was a good omen- dead sacred bird or no.

"No seriously. Y'make her sound like she's a pie ready t'come outta d'oven, Trox," Cam continued, eyes cast down towards the tall glass of sweet tea. Harrison rolled his eyes and patted Camille's back. "Sides, her room's all sorts of bare and old man lookin'..."

"Hush your tongue, Moore," Harrison said in mock offense, "My interior design technique hasn't faded in the last twenty years."

"Yer right," the cajun stated, giving Troxel the deadest of panned faces, "Y'still decorate like a private in basic."

Harrison barked out a laugh and shook his head. He slid on his knee brace and dug around his his pockets insuring that wallet and keys were present. His fingers drifted back, lifting the tail of his shirt and he easily released his 9mm from the holster. Today he'd bend the rules, absolutely no reason to bring a weapon into the birthing of a new Raevan. He wondered then if Doe would approve of this new mentality. Maybe he was good for this guardian and dad thing.

Adrenaline made the ache of his less than recent surgery disappear, his fingers tingle and his throat work on holding back errant hums and happy sighs of anticipation. This was it, on the eve of winters passing. He moved to his bedroom, locking away his firearm and gently pulled the computer from it's temporary spot on his side table.

"Camille," He shouted down as he trotted down the stairwell, eventually plopping the machine in front of the former medic and opening the screen, "Do things- something a girl might like? I don't know. Save the pages or whatever you do."

"So you admit it," Cam wasted no time to open a web browser, cringing at the use of internet explorer and making Firefox his number one download priority, "You suck at making homes."

"Hey now," Harrison said, moving towards the door, fleece partway on his shoulders, "I'm challenged, ok? We'll go with challenged. I'll be back!"

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Harrison hadn't needed to complete a three point turn in order to effectively park in a near vacant parking lot- not since he was 15. Today was a different story but he had absolutely no time to feel embarrassed about it. Nerves and all that. He felt giddy still, his throat still emulating the growth of a prepubescent male due to the spontaneous humming and, dare he admit it, singing along to the radio.... so really it all fit the whole 15 again mentality.

The 2001 toyota avalon, champagne for extra grandpa similarities, was parked. His boots were on the ground and necessities in their respective pockets. It was seriously game time. Harrison moved with commanding determination as he passed through the doors of the clinic, bright smile on his face, creased with laughter lines and that one dimple. His tact was completely lost to the situation and instead of going through the normal process of ringing the bell- unbeknownst to Trox, Zeke was on the far end of his lab spread lap and thus out of sight- he merely called out to the clean confines of the lab.

"Zeke!," friendship softening his rhetorics protocol, "Where my girl at?"

Troxel watched the amazing scene play out before him, blackberry in hand with his contact list pulled up, but he was frozen in awe of the disco-ordination Zeke had just displayed. The man's occupation definitely had goaded Harrison into the safe feeling that Zeke was self aware enough to handle a needle pretty effectively. This little display was just extra he guessed.

"Ah, ********! I shoulda recorded that," Harrison said, hand moving to his hat and gripping the side of his head with a barked out laugh, shaking his head, "Y'sure they allow you to play with thousand dollar machines? Maybe you can't be the Vet for my wolfpack... "

Harrison merely shook his head, and moved over to Zeke, hand extended to help. He wasn't expecting the explicative had definitely taken him back however the man bouncing back up within seconds had him jumping back. His extended hand clapped to his fleece jacket clad chest and and laughed again, regarding the veterinarian with a confused and concerned face.

"You hit your head down there are somethin'? C'mon, Zeke. Don't pander to me. Take me to the little lady~ Glowing belly and all..."

"Y'mean over a million people would watch you eat s**t. I worry about kids these days," Harrison gave a resigned sigh and rolled his eyes as he followed the shorter man. He cleared his throat at the mention of innards and needles and- god the hack, slash and rooting around image he had didn't sit well with the pastrami sandwich he ate earlier. He shook his head laughing.

"Gross, Zeke gross! Stop, no more mentioning of animal innards. Literally makes me feel sick," He snorted and shook his head, "Oh right- Let me do this conversation for us,

"Why hello there, Zeke. How are you?- why I'm feeling totally fabu. Rear end hurts a little bit though. - Riveting, I'm glad I have you as a friend," Troxel halted, grinning at Zeke and raising an eyebrow, "Did I do us justice? I think we're good."

Then the jesting went aside and business took over. The nerves came back. He nodded eagerly and tilted his head, chewing on the edge of his thumb while he took everything in. Go in, meet the girl and hopefully win her over within a span of seconds. He listened back in at the mention of open the door- eyes widening for a second.

"Okay, that sounds good enough I'll just uh-" He quieted at Zeke's maneuver and silent signals. OK- it really was his move now. He moved closer to the door and cleared his throat, looking at Zeke as he called to the Frei inside.

"Hey, are you game for visitors?" He asked, shrugging and looking incredulous waiting for the answer.

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She hadn't been waiting too long, she supposed, just long enough to wrap her mind around her new surroundings. It was colder out here, pressure densities varied from space to space on an infinite plane of variables- causing air to move over her skin, heat to escape into the air that moved over her skin-- it was so much less homogenous. The tank had provided safety, warmth, and the lulling sound of liquid had definitely been soothing. There were so many new senses- everything was amplified, her fingers were sensitive to the feel of everything. So she'd taken her time, moved about the room and touched everything in sight.

Once that had been completed the Frei had taken to just sitting... Or resting her ruby colored against the chair for some point of contact to define her world axis... and thinking. She'd picked up a nearby book, the second time she had held it- the pages felt nice against her fingertips, and began to read. Madeleine L'Engle certainly had an interesting voice in 'A Wrinkle in Time'. The Frei was fond of it.

Suddenly there was a knock on the door- was she 'game' for visitors? A delicate finger slid between the pages holding her spot as she looked around frantically. Was she? The Hamsa placed the book on the chair behind her and scrunched her nose.

"I think I'm about as 'game' as I can get," Oh wow, so that's what her voice sounded like. Her eyes widened, wings gently extending at the shock of actually hearing herself. Her throat felt as if it was dry, or had something in it. First words she supposed.

She raised a brow, waiting for the deep voice to enter. Curious to see who exactly it belonged to. She tapped a red fingertip to her lips and squinted as the looming pilot stepped into the room. He was huge but scrawny. She chuckled at this. He looked so odd.

"Hi.. uhm.. wow. You're... unique." Troxel started, eyes widening as he tried to take everything in.

"Am I unique, now?" The frei asked, challenging Harrison with a smirk. She straightened her center a bit before crossing her arms over her growing rune, finger tapping her cheek as she considered him, "You're tall in that case."

"Well... That is true...Sorry, I'm just not used to the whole, floating on a ribbon, wings and glowing thing."

"Don't worry, I'm becoming comfortable with the two legged, sparsely decorated, awkward tall 'thing'..." Hamsa retorted, smiling widely at the man. He was nervous and it was charging.

"So.. I'm Harrison. I'm gonna give you a home." The pilot reached forward, holding out a hand. The frei had really no idea how to respond at first, she merely mirrored his hand, grasping it and responding as he shook it. A greeting.

"I must be unique then?" She squinted, chin lifting ever so slightly.

"No, no!" Harrison started, shaking his head, "I mean you can be if you want! I- have some ideas too? Been preparing for you for a while, y'see?"

"Oh. So you're merely called Harrison, and I am unique... " Her eyes darted to his face, "visually. That I wouldn't kno-"

Violet eyes caught sight of a man closer to her in almost everything. She liked him, the jewelry on his face, the colors of his hair. Much more acceptable. She gave a huge smile and waved at Zeke.

"Oh good!" She exclaimed loudly, an accent obviously gripped her voice as if her native language had been Tamil, "You come in adequate heights as well."

The newborn frei squeezed the hand in front of her, both hands grasping Zeke- thumbs pressing into his palm. Greetings or deal makings- she observed and 'shook' the hand in front of her by moving both hands up and down once, fluttering the teal feathers of her lashes at the raver in curiosity. She liked this one. He had color. A lot more color than Harrison. She'd have to fix that about her new guardian. Her fingers, stained red, released Zeke's hand. She enjoyed his laughter, squinting her eyes and finding herself laughing along with him. It was soft in her raspy throat but it felt nice- warm in her sigel and growing up her bust and to her cheeks. These were probably the best chemicals she's felt in her short time on earth.

""It is great to meet you, Zeke. Thank you for your welcome," Her accented voice adorned a slight sing song tune to it. When she stood, the world went at a slight tilt for a moment. The vertigo was still fresh with her. The humans were quite lucky- what with two feet to plant firmly on the ground. She hovered, her ribbon a fraction away from the tiled floor.

""You both are so warm and smiling! I love this," She called out, wings flapping, her hands out and she all but tumbled towards Harrison.

The pilot was a little less than ready but he managed to gently grip the Hamsa's forearms before too much bodily contact was granted, and he muttered, "Woaaah- ok. We'll work on the balancing thing too."

""I will work on the balancing if you work on your wardrobe," The Frei said, gripping Harrison's forearms in turn and smiling," "You're too earth like, you need more color."

Her violet eyes flicked from Harrison to Zeke, ""Like Zeke here. He has colors. They're still green.. which I am iffy about. The purple, however, is my favorite."

Harrison laughed and shook his head, admiring the stars glinting in the girl's hair. Such long hair. Cam will have a field day with all that hair. He smiled fondly and- jesus did she come with a lot of jewelry. He felt the pre-emptive hit to his bank account and knew there was no use avoiding it.

"So... I have a few ideas of names. However, it's your name after all. Kinda want you to choose it."

She hummed and looked over at Zeke, brows furrowed and squinting once more, ""Can Zeke help us choose a name. I prefer his style to yours"

Troxel laughed and shook his head glancing over at Zeke and then back to the Frei before him, scrunching his face and rolling his shoulders. He had no style and he knew it. Despite having no style he still managed to look respectable at least 70% of the time. And you know what they say- C's get degrees. He smiled and rolled his eyes a bit.

"I have no style, you're right and don't let him try to fool you," the pilot vocalized, tossing his chin to indicate Zeke while slipping his hands into his pockets.

"Hmmmm. Apparently it's yet to be seen," the frei voiced, smiling and clasping her hands in front of her chest with a clap, "Until then, I'll assume the worst. That way I'll be pleasantly surprised."

"I mean.... It's a farm house. And we've got dogs..." Harrison drizzled off at the end of his thought. The hamsa was wrapped up in the color of Zeke's hair after all. He snorted silently to himself and tilted his head- taking the female in all over again. Pretty.

"I like green- I think. Just maybe a little less... shocking?" She scrunched her nose at the end of that, tilting her head, wings fluttering. She lifted her delicate fingers up, pads drawing over the embellishment to her veil and smiled, "I like blue though.... My wings are blue. And these..." A hand traveled over the feathers surrounding her ear. She smiled brightly and tried to move towards Zeke.

She seemed critically off balance, tottering on an the unfixed point of her rune, both hands splayed out before her. Troxel furrowed his brow- this didn't seem normal-- maybe it was a newborn thing.

"Trox is okay with it, because I am okay with it," she stated, still moving clumsily to the raver, hands gripping his arm, "at least that's the type of person I presume him to be..."

Harrison raised both brows, eyes cast to the floor in consideration and nodded. Easy enough, "I'm fine with it. I do have a few names picked up but only because I think you'll need a jump off point."

As he spoke he pulled the small memoranda book from his pocket and flipped through a few pages, "Let's see here."

" Is suppose modesty is a good trait to have," the newborn said, gripping Zeke's shoulder with one hand, fingers delicately wrapped around the crook of his elbow. Whenever she moved it seemed like the horizon wobbled on its axis. Very uncomfortable. She tilted her head and regarded Troxel for a moment longer before giving a small sigh of satisfaction. She gave a small flit of her wings, posing herself in a stronger stature at Zeke's follow on compliment. Motley was also an adequate word.

She was charming, at the very least, Harrison thought to himself. He grinned and shoved his hands back into his pocket, snorting a bit at Zeke and giving a small shake of his head, "It'll be good. Name her something unique while still being within the realms of readability. Yenno? Gorgeous names are only truly beautiful if everyone can pronounce them. Or at least, that's my philosophy."

"I would enjoy a gorgeous name. Zeke is a bit too harsh for me," She looked cautious suddenly before deriving that Zeke himself didn't decide his own name. She gave a small nod before looking to Harrison for a bit more guidance on the matter.

"Oh! Well... Correct me if I'm wrong but his good name is Ezekiel. After an angel or something-" Harrison caught himself, rubbing a forearm, "Or at least I speculate. An angel in a religious text shares the name- it's biblic- "

He stopped before he shoved his foot further into his own mouth, handing Zeke the small book he held in his hand- open to the page with prospect names.

"Yenno, maybe Zeke can explain his own name if he prefers." Harrison finished, crossing his arms and giving the vet a sheepish look.

Upon the page of the notebook in varying styles of ink and pencil were a list of five names. The variation of utensil obviously granted the reader knowledge that Troxel had indeed spent a fair amount of time on this. The names were;

Amelia
Titania
Anabel
Katherine
Elizabeth

a final name marked the page but it was scratched out

Belle

"Zeke is not a bad name," Harrison acquiesced, leaning back on his heels and giving a light shrug. He'd already given one of the names on his list to his dog. So there was that. He didn't find any holy sanctity in names- they were unique (sometimes) to address people (all of the time). However, the pilot knew he didn't corner the market on 'what makes a name'. He just didn't want to damn his Raevan with something she'd hate. And Zeke brought the additional voice into play. There- he didn't name the hamsa in indifference or after a helicopter and someone else thought it was fitting.

"Titania?" The newborn tried on her tongue, violet eyes seeking Zeke's gaze. She slid them over to Harrison before parting her lips, "I like it, it's pretty, but why did you choose that one?"

"Oh god," Harrison started. He flushed as he embarrassed easy- glancing up at Zeke and holding his hand out for the list, "I've got notes on the other pages- Titania in particular was because of- well, Saturn's largest moon is Titan but that's a bit too masculine and- Titania is like Titan but also fairy queen in a novel. Shakespeare and... poetry."

He looked to Zeke defensively because Shakespeare's plays might have been a hidden passion of his. He was the large burly former special forces pilot but there was no skirting this one. His shoulders hunched and he held his hands out, "Light spring reading- it happens I like books-books are good. Especially if they're crusted old playwrights."

The raevan smiled and looked over the list, drifting closer to the raved out veterinarian. Her wings fluttered slightly as she drifted- feeling cold and light. Everything was still so cold and bright, the spaces were vast and she difficulty balancing. Eventually the hamsa reached a moment of settling, chin resting against Zeke's shoulder as she took the words in.

"Titania- a bit strong on the tongue isn't it?" She mouthed out, her nose crinkled a bit as she worked through the syllables, "It's still pretty but-- a Fairy queen? I don't know if I'd like to be named after a fairy. I don't feel like I'm a fairy."

"You're a Hamsa actually," Troxel offered, rubbing the back of his neck and glancing to Zeke, "Well, soul of a Hamsa and 'essence' of an impossible but beautiful thing. Rings without a planet."

The frei regarded her owner with skewed brows, looking again to Zeke then back to Harrison, her lips parted. This was a little too much for the newborn's mind and Harrison immediately noticed that. Biting his bottom lip as he moved over, "But I have charts and a blurb literally waiting for you in a box I have at home- our home. Origins are hard and scary but let's focus on what to call you because that is a beautiful and important process."

The tamil garbed frei was frozen, her red stained fingertips gripped Zeke's shoulder a little bit harder before she relaxed, focusing back on the book. Something resonated and she trusted Troxel that it was going to be okay. However, she did feel a bit more defiant now that the picture of her life she had uncovered up until this point was now that much larger but vague and clouded.

"Titania is good but I don't like it," She said quietly, accented voice a bit more curt and reserved, "I want something less clangy at the beginning. You know? 'Thai-Day-Knee-Ah!' It's loud- too loud, scream it to the heavens."

"What about Tatiana?" Harrison looked properly demure and subdued, a bit embarrassed about his outburst that had caused discontent, "Like Titan, like Titania, but softer- the name of a Russian princess and grand duchess."

Harrison's attempts of preserving his 'don't care none about being cultured' visage flew out the window. He went over, taking a pencil and wrote the name on a new page, "Ana, is soft, Tati is softer..."

The frei squinted at the new name, looking to Zeke and inhaled- holding it before speaking on her exhale, "Tah-tih-Ah-na....Tatiana is pretty."

"Tatiana Mae?"

"The mae comes from what?" the hamsa turned her head sharply, looking at Harrison once more.

"Mae is my Mother's middle name. She's excited to meet you... thought it would be nice for her and you. Bonding?"