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A Clearing Deep in the Preserve; early evening Friday

There was a Luau going on somewhere on the island. It seemed like it might be a cool thing to hang out at, but Murdock had already made other plans. After ~~handwavily~~ dropping Millie a note on where to meet him, Murdock waited next to a chopper that he’d ~~totally stolen~~ picked up from somewhere.

Waiting was a loose term though, as he paced nervously around the clearing. There wasn’t any real reason for him to be nervous. It was just a little friendly ride for a nice gal who’d never been in the sky before.

Right?

So why was he still pacing?

(for the date. up early for a bit of sp.)

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Millie made her way to the clearing, feeling a mix of nervousness and excitement. She smiled when she saw Murdock and then her eyes went wide when she saw the machine in the clearing. "Goddess," she breathed. "That is most amazing!"

He just about jumped out of his skin when he heard her. Wound up like he was, he hadn’t seen her step into the clearing. "So does that mean you like it?" He may have been fidgeting a little.

And the chopper wasn’t amazing. Amazing was the way Millie’s eyes lit up as she took in the machine. And her smile.

"I do," she said, clasping her hands tightly together as she looked at it. "I never quite believed such things existed except in books and on TV. We do not have much in the way of technology where I come from."

"I know what you mean. I didn't think spaceships were real either, but apparently they are. Actually, I believed in 'em anyways, but that's a different story."

"I think it's this place. The way it brings all kinds of possiblities together." He smiled brightly, "And people."

She smiled at him. "Oh yes, so many people here that I could never have met if I stayed at the castle."

"You have a castle?" There was a bit of awe in his voice. "That makes sense. After all, beautiful princesses live in castles, don't they?"

She laughed and blushed a little. Beautiful? Her?. "Oh Goddess, I'm no princess! But Gabriel DeWitt is my guardian, much as it pains him, and as he is the Chrestomanci he lives in Chrestomanci castle."

He liked it when she blushed. He'd have to make sure to get her to do it a little more during the evening. "Everyone can be a princess if they want. Well, except maybe guys. I reckon they'd have to be princes," he smirked.

"You have a guardian?" Uh-oh. That could possibly mean trouble depending upon how 'guarding' the person was. "Why would that be a pain?" Like Millie could be a pain to anybody.

"What's a Chrestomanci?"

"Then you shall be a prince," Millie said with a smile.

She wrinkled her forehead, trying to think how to explain Gabriel. "Well, technically he was my guardian. After I escaped from Series Ten. Now, though I am on my own. And..." she smiled a little mischievously. "I was not the easiest of wards. I ran away from my boarding schools more than once."

"Chrestomanci supervises all of the magic on Series 12 and helps do the same on many of the related worlds. It is quite a prestigious position."

He'd been lots of other things in the past, he could dig being a prince for a while. "A prince for a princess," he bowed slightly, "who will be happy to serve as your escort for the evening."

He grinned at her tale of escaping. "I can *definitely* relate to that. I have a history of break-outs myself." He did wonder however, what it was that would make her want to escape from this 'Series Ten'. But that would have to be a conversation for some other time, as he didn't want to potentially spoil the evening for her.

"Magic? As in real magic?" he asked eagerly. "Like with glowin' lights and makin' folks disappear kind of magic? That would be cool!"

She liked the idea of him being her prince for the evening. Made her think of some of those romantic books she read. Though surely he couldn't actually mean anything like that. So she'd concentrate on the other part.

"Definitely real magic," she assured him. "I am actually an enchantress myself."

He'd be happy to be any number of things for her. Too bad things never seemed to work out. He didn't have a whole lot of luck with the ladies. And on those few occasions when it did, they'd usually run when they discovered he was crazy. But he was content to just live in the moment and worry about later when later came.

"You are? Can you do spells and that kind of stuff? Or do you not do it that way? See; that's what I meant about different things and people coming together. You're not familiar with technology and I've never seen any magic my whole life. Funny, ain't it?"

Millie nodded. "I can do spells, though generally I just... make things happen. I don't have to go through all the steps that, say, a witch would."

"Yes," she agreed. "That is one of the reasons I like it so here. So many different people to learn from and no one thinking I am terribly strange."

"Well, that's got to be a time saver," he grinned. "Not having to do chants and arm wavin' with wands." He made what he thought would be appropriate 'magic moves'. Which mainly consisted of him waving his arms around haphazardly.

"Yah," he nodded, "I like it for the same reasons." One crazy nutball didn't exactly stand out in a crowd of other odd people. "Strange? You? Surely, you jest, my dear lady. There can't be anything strange about someone so sweet."

"Oh, it certainly saves time," Millie agreed. "Not having to find the right components and such for a spell makes everything so much easier."

She blushed again as he called her his dear lady. "Oh, but I am," she said. "I was most unlike the girls I went to school with. I did not know any of the rules or etiquette and I had never had friends before. And they did not wish to believe I was a former goddess."

"Which made me mad and then I would do this..." She made a second set of shadowy arms appear. "And then they would call me a freak."

It was a risk, she knew, showing him, but she thought it would be best to know upfront if he was bothered by what she was.

He smiled as she blushed again. But the smile faded a little as she told her story.

"Everyone needs friends," he remarked softly. "I hope you've found some here? I know you've got at least one standin' right in front of ya."

His eyes widened a little as the arms appeared. "You know," he tilted his head slightly in thought, "Those could really come in handy. I sometimes wish I had a second set of arms." He wasn't bothered by the arms, but he was bothered by the idea of someone calling her a freak.

She smiled shyly. "Thank you. And yes, I have made a friend or two here. But it is always good to have another."

The shadowy arms disappeared. "I'm afraid the arms are mostly for show, but they are a sign that I was once the Living Asheth."

"There is no such thing as limits on friends. The more, the merrier!" he grinned. He smiled as she seemed to accept him being her friend. Of course, he *was* being careful to make sure he didn't go all overboard. Once that happened...well, he didn't want to think about that just now.

"The Living Asheth," he repeated. "Was that your title when you was a Goddess?"

"Yes," Millie told him. "The Goddess' name was Asheth and I was the living embodiment of her. They knew when I was just a baby because of this."

She took off her sandal and showed him the cat shaped birthmark on her foot. "The cat is sacred to Asheth, so they knew it was a sign. So they took me from my parents to the temple and that is where I stayed."

He studied her foot. "It's cute," he remarked. Her foot was rather cute too, but he decided that would possibly be a bit much, so he didn't voice that opinion.

"They took you away from your parents?" Her running away and escaping was possibly beginning to make sense. "Did you at least get to see them still?" He was really, really hoping the answer wouldn’t be the same as the one he was expecting.

Millie looked surprised and then a bit pensive. "No," she admitted. "I don't remember them at all, actually. I don't even know what they named me or when I was born."

Oh dang. They were doing so well and he had to go and muck it all up for her. She was supposed to be having a good time, dangit! What was he thinking?

"Oh. I'm sorry," he replied softly. "I didn't mean to bother you or nothin' by askin'. Sometimes my mouth gets ahead of my brain. I wind up sayin' all kinds of things without thinkin'."

And now all he could do is hope she wouldn't think him a crazy fool and run off on him.

"It's all right," Millie said, smiling softly at him. "It was quite a long time ago. I simply wonder sometimes."

"I can understand that," he replied.

He grinned suddenly. "Ya know, it's great to be standin' around and talkin', I could talk to you all night, but I'm thinkin' we can talk *and* fly at the same time. What do you say? Are you ready to go," he pointed upward, "up there?"

She nodded eagerly. "Oh yes, please!"

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