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Cienna looked down feeling disgusted with herself with fate and wanting the burning in her wrist to stop not knowing what it even meant.
”I… I’m… I’m sorry…” Cienna said letting Julies hand go again her inner turmoil almost trumping the desperate burning in her wrist. ”I’m sorry that fate has done this, maybe I can still help you.” she said as she rose up from her chair her wings carrying her. ”I can use my magic to restore you to your own body” she knew the costs of doing so and honestly didn’t really care, her movements would uncover her wrist which burned and glowed as she moved towards where she heard Erin’s voice coming from.
She wanted to reach out and touch the demon she could hear crying but not knowing exactly where she was or even if she could. She would hover beside the origin of the sound her wrist demanding she do something and not even knowing what it meant she would ask
“What does this mean?” fear could be heard in her voice, had the tattoo vanished, had it changed.. why did it burn again.
The silence that she perceived around them may have lasted a second or a million years as she waited for Erin to respond to her question. Nothing in any of the books she had read could possibly prepare anyone for encountering a soulmate not to mention the tattoo breaking all the known rules. It made her feel even worse for knowing now that Erin was Julies soulmate, then what was fate thinking putting Julie’s name on her wrist. She already had a soul mate so wasn’t it against the rules for it to give a second?
These thoughts and many more passed through her mind in a fraction of a second.
”Can you… Can you tell me… your story…” she asked her tone soft as she looked down hovering, she would appear to shrink with in herself.

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"It was most definitely not you, okay?!"
"You didn't disappoint her. It's just...."
"Being...on this planet for more than five thousand years...it does things to one's minds."
Cienna would listen with eyes closed, she was trying to hold back tears, she couldn’t help but feel that it was her, as Julie tried to kill herself after the events that took place the night before, she hadn’t made things better for her soulmate, instead she had made things worse, made her miss her time her home.
While Cienna knew what it was like to be long lived she had only experienced just north of 200 years she had lived through many changes and sometimes felt the pull of times but she could honestly say that she had never wanted to die, but that could be attributed to the innate curiosity that nearly all fairies possessed, they wanted to see what comes next no matter what, it was incredibly rare that a fairy wanted to die.
"This? What's 'this'? Is it me? If it's that then Jules doesn't want 'this' either. If you mean a Soulmate,"
"I-I didn't want that either, okay?! Jules isn't just some Soulmate that happens to you...."
To be honest Cienna didn’t know what she meant by not wanting this, she didn’t want Julie or Erin feeling pain, she hated the fact that fate had made it so no matter what option she took she would cause pain, though her duality itself seemed a perfect match for the pair on paper it was disastrous on her emotions when dealing with the aftermath of it all, and she felt that this might be the same for Erin.
"I-It's hard to explain. You'll...you'll just understand. You can't outrun a Soulmate. A-And that's not even the worst part."
Cienna felt something inside herself drop as she faced Erins voice again.
“you… You…” she stuttered as he mind raced faster than her mouth could form words “You were Julies soulmate.” No sooner than the words had left her mouth than her wrist started burning again. Like before, If she could see she would have noticed the tattoo on her wrist had shifted slightly, while the dates had remained the same the name above the dates shifted in a state of flux as if by magic, if anyone looked at it they would notice Erins name was now in place of Julies, though Julies name was very faintly there below.
She would instinctively grab at it to stop the pain that had appeared quickly and if Erin was looking at her she may have noticed the movement and the slight glow from beneath her hand. This confused Cienna as she had never even heard of a soul tattoo burning twice, she couldn’t sense an insect near her wrist and felt slightly panicked. Had Julie died? What was going on. Her fingers holding Julie’s hand moved to her wrist, and felt the pulse steady below. No she hadn’t died… then what was this.

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"It's not your fault, Dark Fairy,"
"And this isn't the first time this has happened in her history. I don't think you truly understand how long she's lived for."
Cienna would jump slightly hearing Erin’s voice as she sat in the chair besides Julies bed, she would slowly raise her head up and turning to face where the sound came from. Her eyes showing the true depth of her sadness again she could feel the time lock spells power weakening as it was supposed to however it was still more than enough to counter the passive pull of darkness that any dark creature had on her.
”How can it not be my fault?” she asked, her voice low, not even sure if she was really hearing Erin or if it was all in her head as her wings reported no physical presence in the room that wasn’t there before, and least of all none other than herself and Julie who were living creatures.[
”It was me who disappointed her enough to make her want to jump.” she would whisper her head falling again. This was the truth of what she felt, she had messed up more than anything and was terrified of both Julie never waking up and of her waking up and telling her to leave. She would let go of Julies hand her own seeking out the book that was now residing on her lap, gripping its edges tightly.
”I… I…” she stammered closing her eyes and shaking her head as if to clear the fog from the early morning grass ”I don’t want this.” A strong statement, the only statement that she could think of to describe the turmoil that was her emotions.
”I’m sorry to you too Erin.” she would look back towards where the sound came from ”by no fault of your own you were… I… I mean… I could have hurt… you too.” she wanted at least someone to know she didn’t mean to hurt anyone, that it’s the furthest from what she wanted. ”I guess… I’m still a burden she would add almost to herself.

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“One of those fairies, eh? Guessin’ meat don’t really sit well with ya if you ain’t eatin’ it.”
“you could say that” she says as she reaches into her top pulling out her purse and removing a solitary bill placing it on the tray for the waiter to take.
”Like certain other fairy races, especially those of my species, if we eat meat… we…” she takes a deep breath trying to explain why she avoided meat before giving up and just saying ”well it causes really bad changes in me.”
She would hear Stride placing her money on the tray and the waiter thanked them before heading off to process their payments.
“Nah. If we’re s’pose to, I don’t got ‘em. Genes fucked me over on a lotta stuff.”
That was somewhat of a let down, she didn’t know any other winged species though, with the size of the city and how little she actually knew that was to be expected.
“Well I guess that we all have our negatives” she spoke without thinking much, however referring to the fact that most species found things they didn’t like about themselves. [color=darkorchid] “I mean that we find within ourselves.” She would add after realizing that it could be misconstrued as an insult.
After a few moments she reached inside her top producing her phone and holding the home button opened the voice command controls.
”Time.” she would speak into her phone, to which it would respond with a monotone voice that sometime had passed during her brief trip away from the hospital.
She jumped up her wings spreading quickly. “I… I.. I have.. to go…” She quickly left the restaurant without waiting for change or even really saying good bye, she flew to the library and quickly heading to a section she was all to familiar with and found a book that she thought Julie might like the sound of, not that she could possibly know but it seemed to be a fit to her.
She spoke to her friend who happened to be working behind the counter briefly, a young woman who had very near sight, or so she had been told, and then she left the library. She was not only flying but using her wind control to allow her to fly faster than she normally would, the path home from here she could travel without any problems having done so more times than can be counted.
Arriving home within a short measurable time she would head upstairs and would head to her bedroom to get ready to go out again. She chose a new outfit, one that was a little less revealing, at least by her own set of standards. This outfit covered a little more of her small chest but still left little to the imagination.
With her clothes chosen she headed for her shower, remembering that she had bandages on her feet she was careful to unwrap them and to remain hovering while she showered herself. Being forced to land once her wings became water logged. She would wince in pain as the hot water hit her extremely sore feet.
Stepping out of the shower she would almost cry with how much her feet hurt, she would dry herself and rebandage her feet before tracking down her dryer. She would spend a time sitting there drying her hair and her wings with it. Time again began to pass her by as she readied herself to go out. Soon enough she was out her front door with the book and her usual stuff. She pulled out her phone and dialled the number for a taxi service, which hadn’t occurred to her while sitting out the front of the hospital, but now showered and ready to go out she informed the call centre she wanted to go to the hospital and was informed a taxi would be over immediately.
With in an acceptable period and a short taxi trip later she found herself back at Julies bed side and felt her emotions drop again.
“I’m sorry…” she whispered taking Julies hand again in hers.

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“Ya one of those vegans or some shit like that?”
“I wouldn’t say that I’m a Vegan…” she says before pausing for a little “More that I have to avoid most meats, with the exception to fish.” The tone of honesty not belying the fact that she actually did enjoy red meat. She would smile deliberately showing off her fangs, a typical sign of a carnivorous species.
“Mom was a human, dad was a gorgon.”
Her eyes would widen in response to a perceived shock, something that was ingrained as a habit into all creatures that had eyes. “you mean you have wings too?” she would ask the note of curiosity overwhelming in her voice. She had read at one point that Gorgons were often winged females with snakes for hair. The truth of this she had never verified well, she had never encountered a gorgon, or well not that she was aware of.
“God damn,”
She heard Stride say as their orders were placed down before them. It was at this point that Cienna realized exactly how hungry she was. Having all but skipped her dinner the night before and then using a lot of magic in her darkened rage. She was famished and if any noticed her wings would quiver a little behind her back as she began to pick apart her salad using her wings and the slight breeze they generated to ‘see’ her food. Barely a word was spoken as she sat there eating her salad in her pedantic method. If asked she would say that the salad was as good as it had ever been though in truth she could barely taste it and all too soon her plate was devoid of all vegetation.
Cienna had noted a peculiarity to the sound of strides eating, a sound of fabric moving over what she might say is scales or maybe it was rough skin? She was not entirely sure though it did pique her curiosity no the meal was done she decided to ask about it.
“Do you wear a face mask?” the question in and of itself full of innocence.
“That was a helluva meal. Thanks again, lady. I’ll get the tip, since you’re payin’ n’ all that.”
“I don’t see a problem” with that Cienna would say with a nod as she made a signal and the waiter came scurrying over to them “Can I get the cheque please” she would ask as gently as she could before adding “As usual best salad in town.”

The waiter would smile at that and state that he would let the chef know before almost prancing away to fetch the bill for the pair, returning not long after with it.

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Cienna would smile as she heard what Stride had ordered, she would admit the idea of trying the Cheesesteak had once crossed her mind however she knew what would happened so she always restrained from it. When stride started up conversation again she noted the slight edge on it, implying that she seemed to be feeling somewhat awkward.
“I get a Ceaser Salad, with no meats in it.” She would answer truthfully as she listened to the goings on around her as well as facing stride directly to appear as if she were paying full attention to her. “I love the way they make them here” she would add as if to clarify why she would order something as mundane as a Caeser salad enough to make it a ‘usual.’
Her normal drink was a variant tea that she hadn’t managed to find anywhere else, a salted caramel chai tea, it was quite by chance that she had discovered this delicious blend as it normally was not listed on the menu.
The first time she came into the Restaurant another customer, whom happened to be a table near to hers had it and the smell drifting over towards her had piqued her interest. The Waiter was quick to explain that it was one of the items that they had on their ‘hidden’ menu and that they were happy to get it for her.
Cienna would make small talk with Stride to stop her from feeling awkward, even enquiring as to her species. She normally would have a strong sense about species thanks to her fey blood, however when it came to the woman who had been so helpful to her she had no idea what she was and that had piqued her interest. She was about to ask further when she heard the kitchen door open again and the ever so small gust of wind that wafted over to her from the kitchen door, that very few would even realize was there, informed her that their meals were on their way.
“Breakfast is served.” She would say for the first time since the prior night a slight sense of what would appear to be a sense of humour appearing in her tone.

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