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[Usako]

"Come out, come out where ever you are," hummed Lily in the Mist! Well, the mist of bushes. The girl was on her hands and knees, crouching downward to seek out something.

"Did mother tell you to hide so I couldn't have fun? Pleeeeeeeease. I won't use you again for a whole year. But one more time. PLEEEEASE?" she implored to the bushes oblivious to Myra approaching.

[., Goddess of Bacon]

"What the--"
Craning her long neck over the little line of bushes, Myra caught sight of an unpleasantly familiar dark head, curled into innocent pigtails.
What is she doing?!
"Lily?" Myra asked in astonishment, stooping over.

[Usako]

Like a prairie dog popping its head from the burrow, so did Lily to only meet Myra's face EXTREMELY close.

"HI!" she chirped goofingly. "Have you seen three almond-shaped leaflets by perchance?"

[., Goddess of Bacon]

Taking two steps back, Myra shook her head slowly, angling a dark brow. "I really can't tell the difference between the leaves of one plant and the leaves of another," she said apologetically.

[Usako]

A little black rain cloud may as well float over Lily's head. A mini-fuss and a fuming curled lip later, she perked up and rose her hands in belief.

"Mother's hide them. Likely because I used them as a toy instead of lovingly caring after them. But come on!" She leaned toward Myra to whisper, "Who could resist using poison ivy as a prank?"

[., Goddess of Bacon]

"Er, me," Myra said, remembering why she'd taken the initial dislike to Lily. Her eyes flickered; she'd actually make an effort this time.

"How was your year?" she asked conversationally, crossing long legs as she leaned against the trunk of a tree.

[Usako]

Lily blow at a stray stand before annoyingly tucking it back into a braid. While fiddling, she weaved through the bush which did part for her like the Red Sea for Moses.

"You should learn to loosen up a little. A tenth portion of poison ivy combined with, well I won't bore you with their Latin names, turns into a light inducing itching powder. It washes off and leaves no rash or bumps. But I think Mother senses my intentions for a bigger prank. She's right. Better to go with Plan B."

She nodded and sat down alongside a mushroom patch. Her finger lovingly stroked their stools. "Dad took me to Indonesia and parts of Asia this year." Hence her tan. "I felt like I was in a candy store. Flora flourishes there. What about you?"

[., Goddess of Bacon]

In spite of herself Myra smiled faintly. Learn to loosen up.
"That sounds fun. I spent a year in France with my father," she said with an elegant shrug. "He trained me-- according to him, not getting enough of it here at camp. Lucas and Adrian visited us for Christmas and I went to Maine to see him again during the spring," Myra threw in casually.

[Usako]

"Your father is a swordsmith, right?" Lily's nose twitched despite her control. "I wouldn't know how to deal with such a regimen. Then again, if I grew up as you did, I probably could...so who am I to judge? I'm a girl who learned Tibetian meditations."

She chuckled through that deep seeded jealousy or pain regarding visited us for Christmas and smiled. "That's nice."

[., Goddess of Bacon]

"He's a weaponsmaker," Myra corrected. "Yeah, that's discipline for you," she said with a slight laugh. She didn't see the hidden jealousy and admired Lily for it, gradually opening up to the girl. "Yep. I got him a puppy. I should've photographed his reaction," she said, regret plain in her tone, eyes dancing.

[Usako]

Lily's face fell to a scatter of glitter and diamonds! Sparkles appeared in her eyes. "A puppy?! You shoooouuuld have taken a photograph! His face MUST have been adorable!"

She blushed a little but tucked away any jealousy. A happy Lucas is better than no sad panda Lucas. So Myra was given some credit.

"What's the puppy's name?"

[., Goddess of Bacon]

"Marley," Myra said, grinning brightly as well. She was radiant with the type of joy only wholesome love could bring.

[Usako]

"Cute. After Marley and Me?" Lily asked, referring to that adorable movie!

[., Goddess of Bacon]

"Er, I don't think so," Myra said with another easy, lovely laugh. She glowed in love. "Lucas has sort of been cut apart from the outside world for a while. It's gonna take a heck of a lot of catching up to do," she said, shaking her head with a smile.

[Jo]

A gold-and-white cat, almost a kitty, was running through the grounds, searching for mice.

[Usako]

"Cut...off how?" Lily hasn't been told the secret hidden mysteries of Lucas and here Myra was providing a documentary! Huzzah! Joy warmed her face. As much joy as that cat likely was having in hunting mice.

[Jo]

A loud screech emanated from the cat, who had suddenly leapt beside Lily.

[., Goddess of Bacon]

Noticing the look of glee on Lily's pretty face, one that Myra associated with savoury gossip, she backpedaled hurriedly. "Oh, just that he's spent all his life at camp, you know," she said quickly, waving an airy hand through the air. She glanced at the cat, surprised.

[Jo]

He meowed and rubbed himself against Myra this time, and you could see his silver collar, and in it, an inscription. Silk.

[., Goddess of Bacon]

"Aw," Myra said, her expression softening as she bent down, hands running through the soft fur. "Pretty thing."

[Jo]

Silk ruffled himself and straightened out. You could see the cat was proud, independent and arrogant, but he still look innocent. Th silver collar could only be that of a Hunter.

((Gtg))

[Usako]

"Wonder what would happen if he tasted Pop Rocks. Ever ha--oh that cat is adorable!" Lily proclaimed and dropped down alongside Myra. Her fingers held out to click-click her tongue and beckon Silk over.

[., Goddess of Bacon]

"I'd like to see that," Myra mused with a faint smile.

[Usako]

Conspiring to see this feat accomplished, Lily used the cat's body as a shield in order to recover a folded piece of paper. When unraveled, a map was revealed.

"My stash for Pop Rocks is..." She tapped the location. "...over here. You'll find it under the blue and white speckled rock. Or inside it. I designed a hidden compartment. But you have to sneak past the boys' shower."

[., Goddess of Bacon]

"Wait, what?" Myra said, distrust showing in her clear blue gaze as she took the paper, brow crinkling in confusion. "Why are you giving this to me?"

[Usako]

Lily folded the paper to tuck away. "I'm giving you the location of ONE Pop Rocks stash, not my entire vault of sweets. You'll be the only one able to get Lucas to try them."

[., Goddess of Bacon]

"Okay," Myra said, faint distrust being masked by a childish eagerness. "Why don't you come with me?" she asked, innocently cocking her head to the side and regarding Lily with those sky-blue eyes through thick black lashes.

[Usako]

Lily pulled a lollipop out of her sundress' pocket and ripped away the wrapper. "Don't trust me? I'm hurt. My pranks cause smiles, used as revenge or if your name is Cullen, an everyday occurance. Seeing as you're already smiling, there's no revenge and you aren't named Cullen, it should be safe."

[., Goddess of Bacon]

"Fine," Myra said, more out of defiance than anything else. She studied the girl, reminded of their first encounter.
Myra had been running after a friend in a game of tag and had accidentally trampled Lily's poison ivy patch. As if the rash on her legs wasn't enough...
Forcing all unpleasant thoughts from her mind, Myra shrugged. "Okay. I'll take a video for you." She grinned, arching an eyebrow at Lily.

[Usako]

A patch where tiny ant sized picket fences surrounded her poison ivy friend. It wasn't her fault the giants trampled Ivy Village!

Lily grinned. "Deal! Don't forget the soda. That's sure to burst and fizzle at his nose."

[., Goddess of Bacon]

Though she chuckled softly, Myra shook her head. "I'm not cruel," she said mischievously. "OK. Thanks, Lily. I'll see you later."

She turned to leave, map in her hand, eyes dancing with utter naughtiness.

[Jo]

The cat sprang after Myra independently.

[Iviana (The Sign Painter), The Goddess of indecisiveness]

Cassidy sat against a tree, hand pressed to the cut on her face, expressionless. Her legs were folded as she glanced around, dark eyes wide. What's wrong with me?

[Jo]

Andrew was walking around, and saw Cassidy with absolutely no emotion on her face, not even annoyance of him being there. Books in hand, he said, "Um, I think I owe you these" and offered them.

[., Goddess of Bacon]

It was a nice day.
The tall eighteen-year old boy from the Pistis cabin sat under a tree, the shade providing comfort from the already sweltering weather. He was wearing a plain grey T-shirt and washed-out jeans that were frayed at the bottoms; a straw poked out of his mouth and he chewed it thoughtfully, grey-green eyes catching the light as he stared out to the distance. Just relaxing.

[Iviana (The Sign Painter), The Goddess of indecisiveness]

"Thanks," Cassidy muttered, taking her books back. She placed them by her side, resting her head on her hand, her elbow on her knee. Her eyes searched the area around her, though they hid what was in her storming mind.
There was fear. She knew that much. Fear of what, who, could be lurking in the shadows.
But of course, she'd never allow anyone that insight.

[Jo]

Andrew, although he wasn't as good as Anthony detecting moods, definitely saw some surliness in her.

[., Goddess of Bacon]

Eying the girl, that shifty-eyed, dark-haired girl sitting not so far away, Caliban was filled with a familiar wish to help her plight. Every inch of her was taut and drawn, her mouth an unhappy line on her face. He pulled the straw out of his mouth and twirled it between two fingers, wondering what to do.

[Iviana (The Sign Painter), The Goddess of indecisiveness]

Her gaze fell on the tall Pistis boy. Caliban, Cassidy remembered. And I remember names, but not how to save a person. Awesome. Sighing, she averted her gaze to the ground, as if the blades of grass in front of her were very suddenly interesting. They could be, of course, if one really wanted to know what went on inside a blade of grass.

[., Goddess of Bacon]

There was no point in sitting there any longer, now that contact had been established, so Caliban rose slowly from his sitting position, ambling with an easy gait near Cassidy. "Hullo," he said in his deep voice, grinning kindly. "What's up?"

[Iviana (The Sign Painter), The Goddess of indecisiveness]

"Hm?" Cassidy said, looking as his shoes came into view. "Nothing much. Just sitting." Her hand fell to her lap as she sat up straight.

[., Goddess of Bacon]

"I can see that," Cal said in his easy tone. "What I'm wondering is what's going on inside." His voice was kind, his eyes were gentle beyond belief. He exuded that trustworthiness only the children of Pistis could have.

[Jo]

"Apparently" Andrew mumbled.

[Iviana (The Sign Painter), The Goddess of indecisiveness]

Cassidy shrugged. "Nothing out of the ordinary," she replied. It wasn't a lie; it just wasn't the whole truth. But he didn't need to know.

[., Goddess of Bacon]

"You can tell me," Cal assured her, sitting down next to her, the mood of his eyes changing to concern. Anyone could tell he wasn't asking because he was curious; he was asking because he cared.

[Iviana (The Sign Painter), The Goddess of indecisiveness]

"Would you tell?" Cassidy asked. Then, regretting her words, "Sorry. I should know better. I've just been a little paranoid lately." With a shrug, she leaned back against the tree behind her.

[., Goddess of Bacon]

"Yeah. If someone was nice enough to ask, why not? Grief is easier to bear with two sets of shoulders," Caliban said wisely, sticking the straw back in his mouth.

[Iviana (The Sign Painter), The Goddess of indecisiveness]

"Then again, burdening someone else with one's problems isn't always satisfying," Cassidy pointed out, eyebrow raised.

[., Goddess of Bacon]

"It isn't meant to be satisfying. It's meant to relieve the weight, if the person is a good listener, which I happen to be," Caliban said. With a sigh he shrugged. "Look, if you don't want to tell me, don't, but I have a feeling you'll regret it later."

[Iviana (The Sign Painter), The Goddess of indecisiveness]

"I don't like using people," Cassidy replied with a shrug. "Using in the sense that I don't want them to feel burdened when I try to tell them something."