Exton

Grace and I sit on the patio enjoying a bit of Earl Grey. My cooza has gone to stone early, Stoney joining him. I can see them, winged dragon and mastiff, stretched out on the lawn. I truthfully expect their wives and children any time soon. It has been a ritual to gather here in the mornings. I will miss that when they are gone.

There is a sound at the door and a sylph flits through, setting a tray of muffins on the table. Grace thanks the creature. It bows and titters, then drifts away, while Grace stares.

"I still am not used to seeing so many fantasy creatures."

There is awe in her voice. She has captured so many images while here, she and Star both. She wishes to surprise Mortuis with a painting, perhaps a bit of the Manse's trees with the residents in mere glimpses. She has a lovely sketch of Magnus and myself asleep on the couch. You can almost hear the music playing softly.

Sipping her tea, Grace looks around again taking in the view, and sighs. "I can't believe this is all real. I KNOW it is, but it is so hard to... to believe."

"Tis real Gracie, as real as I am sitting across from you."

My r's roll and she smiles. She has learned my heritage, asking so many questions, one would think she is writing a book. She's not, just taking it all in, enjoying that she is not addled as she once thought.She has sketched me in Dragon form, Djinn mists, as well Succubi and Hunter gear. There are also sketches of me dancing. I think she would have done well among the Romanavitch.

She clasps my hand and points at a gnome on the far side of the yard. It is good to see that grin. Torrent tells me her time is not long. Herne tells me he will be there to meet her at her time's end. I whisper to her to look up and she sees Tink sleeping on a flower. Her ever present pencil begins to sketch. Soon she is lost in her own thoughts and I watch, happy I can help her see.