Pixie Dust, Monday

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It had been 'Parent Weekend.'

Makita had hid.

She had no mother, and Papa was dead. All she had left, all she needed, was Proto. The other members of the resistance were family too, but more like a ragtag group of cousins and uncles, with the Priestesses serving as the terrifying aunts that were constantly trying to feed her.

So today got a new sign in the window:

Survived your family? Bring proof of their visit and get 10% off your purchase.

She could still help those who had been completely traumatized. Papa would have approved.

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[nohaircutsplz]

Medusalith came in on her break to replace the shoes Crystal had made off with, since by now they were back on Attilan where she didn't have a hope of seeing them again anytime soon. She picked out a pair that seemed acceptable, but found herself fascinated by another pair as well. She brought them both up to the counter and asked, "What sort of proof would you require? And do you know how difficult these are to walk in?" she added, gesturing to the heels. "It looks like it would be very tricky, but I seem to love them."

[gorka-wolf.livejournal.com]

"Tell me one thing your family did that drove you nuts, and that's good enough for me," Makita said cheerfully. "Those? I tend to wear flats or boots, but if you want to try them on and try walking around the store, I'll help give you a steadying hand."

[nohaircutsplz]

"My sister stole my blue shoes," Medusalith said. "Somehow, in the ten minutes of the entire weekend she wasn't dodging me." She studied the shoes thoughtfully, then decided she could always use her hair for counterbalance. "No, I don't think that'll be necessary. I will be buying them, though."

[gorka-wolf.livejournal.com]

"Yeah? Does she do that a lot?" Makita asked curiously as she started ringing up the purchases. "I'm an only child, so I always like hearing about other people's brothers and sisters."

[nohaircutsplz]

"Unfortunately," she sighed. "I do miss her, though."