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The Meteor Shower (3) : It wouldn’t be a star festival without a meteor shower! Right on time, a beautiful array of shooting stars graces the night sky. This time of year is unnaturally clear and it’s incredibly easy to see the stars. Most meteor fragments appear to be little white or yellow lights streaming across the sky, but if you watch closely enough you may find that some of them seem to be a whole rainbow of colors. The scientists have reported that it’s just different components burning up as they enter the atmosphere, but there’s something undeniably magical about it.
'You know we can't take him to things like that, Tanwyn,' Isa grumbled, her bottom lip jutted out in a pout as she fixed him with frosty blue eyes. 'It'll scare him. I don't want us to be that family with the screaming kid who won't shut up, ruining everything for everyone else. ...Maybe in a year or two.'
Maybe in a year or two, she'd said, and Tanwyn had reluctantly agreed.
He'd thought Liam would be mostly fine. Maybe it would be a little overstimulating for the toddler, but how would they know if they never gave him a chance to check it out? The whole event had seemed mostly kid-friendly. Some weeklong evening shindig down by the reservoir in preparation to watch the meteor shower. There were vendors peddling glow sticks for the kids to wave around, fried foods, and sweet drinks, and a few selling beers for of-age attendees. A bopping DJ playing hit music. A handful of large inflatable slides and platforms on the sand.
It would've been loud and crowded, but Liam had been four, not an infant, and Tanwyn expected he would've been more excited than frightened.
They should have brought him last year. He would've enjoyed it. Now neither of them were here, and Tanwyn had gone alone, since he hadn't had the chance to for any previous years. This time he was hardly here for the festivities, though he did partake in a beer and a fried cheese log while he waited for the sun to set.
More than anything, he'd just shown up because it would be easy to drain here once it was dark. No one would be paying any attention to him as much as the sky, and there were crowds for days who wouldn't notice if he bumped up against them and nabbed a little energy. His lieutenant outfit wasn't even that conspicuous. Probably even less so once it was night. Until then, Tanwyn could just people-watch and wait until everyone was settling in to watch the meteors.
He nursed his one beer in the interim, and only once it was gone and the evening sun had dipped below the horizon did he make his way away from the crowds and out of sight to power up.
If he expected any other auras to be in the vicinity, either taking advantage of the crowd as he was or looking to stop people like him, Weissite was disappointed to feel none nearby. Oh well. Suited him fine not to cause any more of a scene than necessary. And honestly? There was no scene to be caused here. He took up space on a bench again, and it was literal moments before someone had squeezed in next to him, easily enough contact to drain from, and Weissite was the one to get up and move elsewhere once he felt he'd taken enough from that one guy.
Next, a light touch to the shoulder of a woman who never turned to face him, presumably she expected it was her husband's touch. Then a "helpful" assist to a teenager who'd probably gotten ahold of more alcohol than he could keep down.
Streaks of light flit across the sky in blues, purples, pinks, and greens, and no one was any the wiser as misty purple orbs flit to Weissite's hands. They weren't in the sky for long, but it was long enough for him to feel satisfied with what he'd taken and to think that he didn't want to hang around for long afterwards. He'd driven here like everyone else, after all, and it would be a pain to be stuck in traffic at the end of the event.
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