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[Grey Thorne]

Avalon was a magical, beautiful place. It was a place right out of your imagination with shires and hobbits, cursed forests and poisonous bogs where evil sorceress and wizards dwelled. It had mountains and valleys and a large sparkling body of water the Thorne clan liked to call 'The Drink'.
Fae didn't like water and the glen was a big enough place that the Thornes didn't venture very far from the oak tree.

That is until that fateful eve when Beetle Bug and Luna came to Grey with a complicated proposition.
Thorne knew it must be dire because his mother had been silently weeping. Her lovely eyes were stained with ruby and the delicate lines and the corners puffy. His father was going on about a great duty. It had turned out worse than the young fairy could have ever imagined.

Marry a pixie for the sake of peace? This particular female pixie was from the clan they had been fighting with for as long as Grey could remember. This pixie had sticky silver cob web hair to her ankles, sharp jagged rows of teeth and beady black eyes that looked like two unfathomable holes in her face.
A boy could fall in and never get out...and not in the good way!

So what did the childish fae do? He ran. Well, he pleaded with Beetle and Luna first, and then he ran. To where he had no clue.

After a while the male found himself at the base of a massive weeping willow which belonged to a hermit of a leprechaun. Grey knew this leprechaun to be old and wise, and as powerful as he was crotchety. Grey was nothing if not optimistic. He just knew that the leprechaun could help him with his problem and would do it for a neighbor.
Only he didn't realize the old and lonely fae had been watching the female pixie from afar with longing in his ochre eyes.
When he heard the boy's story he knew this was his one and only chance. He would gladly take Grey's place!

The leprechaun struck a shady deal with the boy. He would send Grey someplace far away to hide and -he- would marry the pixie.

Well that far away place just so happened to be earth, and the trickster forgot to mention that not only would he marry the pixie, but he would do it wearing Grey's face!
Now Grey had only ever heard of humans and earth in 'faetales' and he was thrilled about the opportunity to visit the place. Grey figured he could go on a wonderful adventure and then return when the whole mess had blown over.

The deal was struck. One moment Grey was in his beautiful Avalon, the next he was sucked through a violent black hole that spit him out right in the center of bustling 5 'o' clock traffic in Beacon Hills, California.

Good thing Grey was but a blinking twinkle to the human pedestrians and the ones maneuvering their vehicles.
The tiny high pitched shriek which came from the little glow could only be heard by felines and stray dogs close by, but believe me Grey was screaming!

The large metal beasts roared and honked and each had glowing white eyes in the front and a pair of ominous blinking crimson ones in the back!
Grey flew erratically away from the thunderous din of traffic; darting this way and that, until he buzzed right through an open window of the local coffee shop.

Oh the smell!

Grey spun in midair as the rich aroma of the java and the saccharine smell of the baked goods danced in his nose. Forgotten was the momentary horror of those metal beasts, Grey saw something which piqued his intense curiosity.
The human sat by their lonesome, sipping from a white porcelain cup. From that cup swirled a decedant steam, and the fae had never seen anything so interesting!

Darting over, the tiny lightning bug circled the human's crown once, twice, three times before getting right in their line of sight.

[Moira Rose Collins]

((Notes: I wanted to change some stuff, so I deleted the original post, but then decided to leave it as it is. I know you said you're really busy, but I thought I'd just keep the post up here, just in case you find some spare time on your hands to reply. Happy holidays! ))

    Moira Rose Collins sat in the Cake and Bake for the second time that week, staring out of the window in a trance like state. She couldn't remember what had been going through her mind when she had decided to come here. She knew quite well that she had two days worth of homework assignments waiting for her at home, and yet for some reason, her feet had directed her here, as they had earlier this week. Maybe it was the tranquility of the place, the comforting warmth, the mouthwatering smell of all the delicious baked goods mixed with the scent of strong java. Maybe the reason she kept finding herself here was because in this new, strange, and foreign town, this small bakery was the only thing that felt familiar, that felt like home. She could follow that reasoning, and forgive herself. Besides, it was nice to be somewhere familiar when you discovered that everything you knew about yourself was a lie. Though her body was there in the shop, her mind was elsewhere, trying to process all that had happened, all that she had discovered over the last few days. Her newly learned family history. Her history. What she was. She most certainly wasn't human, and now with everything that her Aunt had told and shown her, she couldn't even attempt to convince herself otherwise.


    Absently, she picked a spoon off the dainty white napkin that lay next to her coffee cup, and began stirring her coffee. She was a witch, and there was no denying it. Witch...The word alone made her cringe. The only witches she knew of had long noses, warts, and occasionally, green skin. More importantly, all of them had been in books and TV shows that she had been subjected to over the period of her life. Well, at least until now. Though her aunt was quite comfortable with the term witch, Moira was as far from "comfortable" with it as humanly possible. Or witch-ily possible? Ugh! No, the young girl would simply not accept it. Until further notice (or the occasion that she sprouted warts and/or turned green), she would call herself a "sorceress". There, now her newly found "problem" sounded somewhat mystical, as opposed to an unoriginal Halloween costume.



    Still, she had other more pressing issues. For instance, her powers. What happened in LA could never be allowed to happen again, and the only way to insure that it didn't was to learn how to control her abilities. Unfortunately, Moira's first lesson hadn't gone as well as she had hoped it would. Back home, before she knew the truth, everything had been an adventure. Learning she could do something new every week, every day if she put her mind to it was exciting. That alone encouraged her to hone her skills. Now it was hard work and training, repeating the same exercise over and over until she could exercise perfect control over it. She had been doing so well on her own, but after the accident in LA she had become so hesitant to use her powers that even when she tried to cast a spell, it would be weak and frail. Honestly, now she was even having trouble with the basics, such as starting a fire or levitating a tea cup. Perhaps it would just require time and effort to regain her strength and focus. There was nothing else that she could think of that would help. With a sigh, Moira brought the pearly white coffee cup to her lips, inhaled the sweet but strong fragrance, then took a deep sip.


As she could put her cup down, she felt something small fly around her head. Assuming it was a fly of some sort, she swatted at it irritably, then let her hand fall. After a moment, she felt it circle around her head twice more, before flying directly into her line of sight. Her mouth fell open slightly. What kind of insect was that?! Perhaps it was the lack of sleep, but she would've sworn that it was actually glowing, and not like any sort of firefly she had ever seen.
"What are you?" She murmured curiously.

[Grey Thorne]

Forgotten was the aforementioned drama of falling into a brand new realm during modern day traffic, for the only thing in the whole wide universe that existed to the fae at that moment was the glorious aroma wafting out of the porcelain and the absolutely curious creature who held it before her rose petal lips.

Though the girl couldn't hear it, while Grey played his game of 'circle-the-crown', he was laughing wild and loudly. It was a mere flutter of butterfly wings to human ears, but it made the fairy's glow even brighter. Imagine how very radiant it got when she opened her mouth to speak and he could actually understand her wind-chime words! Grey gasped and flew backwards to avoid her larger than him hand when it rose to absently tuck a strand of russet hair behind her ear.

What was he? What was he? What was she?!

The inquiry that the girl posed had to be answered, for the fae knew in his world you only got something if you gave in return and he was wondering the very same thing about her.
Was she; wonder of all wonders, one of those human beings he had heard about in bed time stories? Was this truly earth?!

The young tink didn't think twice on the repercussions of his actions when he darted to the seat across from her and in the blink of an eye shifted from a glowing 'bug' to a lanky boy with a mop of messy blonde hair and a smile as bright and wide as the sun peeking out from behind the clouds on a cold winter morning.
Luckily he was wearing some form of attire, ( a long sleeve white cotton shirt with 3 buttons at the collar and a pair of khaki colored pants that were rolled up at the ankles.) His feet were bare. Lucky as well that the little café was almost empty save he and the girl and a handful of occupied employees. They were currently busy and had missed the whole affair.

"I am a Grey." The male chirped in answer; his azure eyes intensely focused on the coffee cup she still held very near to her lips.
"What are you? What is that? It smells like Avalon! Can I try a drop? Just a drop?"

He reached toward the mug, wholly unconcerned with the look of disbelief that was etched across her pretty face or the fact that the situation was completely absurd.

[ it was a great post Rose! If I can find the time to write, I always will. Merry Christmas to you, boo! ♥ ]

[Moira Rose Collins]

What a pretty insect...Moira began to smile as it flew around some more. It was unlike anything she'd seen before, but then again, this town was full of surprises. She was a witch, and apparently the whole town was on the verge of being overrun by werewolves if the attacks continued to rise at this rate. She had to admit though, she preferred "surprises" being intriguing glowing bugs, rather than the realization that this town was filled with all sorts of monsters.
At least, that was the thought running through her mind, before the insect flew to the seat opposite of her.
Moira blinked once, and her face froze mid smile.
...What.

She stared and stared, her eyes wide and her mouth slightly open in shock. This was it, wasn't it? She'd finally done it. All this new supernatural business had finally driven her around the bend. That had to be what happened, didn't it? But...There were other supernatural beings in this town, weren't there? Could it be possible that what she had thought was a bug really had transformed into a handsome young man with no shoes, who was now inquiring what she, Moira, was, what substance her porcelain cup contained, and if he could please have some?
Right...Because that wasn't crazy at all.

Not knowing what else to do, she snapped her mouth shut, and slowly slid the cup to his outstretched hand. "Coffee." She replied in a weak voice, then coughed. "It's, uh...it's called coffee."
He began to reach for the cup, but she pulled it back again, coming to what she thought were her senses. She had no idea who he was, except that he was a "Grey", and that didn't actually reveal anything...She wanted answers, and if this small, half full cup of warm java was her only bargaining chip, then she sure as hell was going to use it. "First I just want to ask you some questions, then you can have the coffee." She turned slightly red at how crazy she must have sounded, but desperate times called for desperate measures. This was just surreal. "You were, um, a small glowing thing," Moira blurted, "...and now you're, well..." She motioned towards him, "This." She paused. "You said you were a Grey? What's a Grey? Who are you? What's you're name?"

[Grey Thorne]

As the white porcelain cup moved across the tabletop toward him, Grey's brilliant face grew even brighter. His eyes widened in pleasure and a little gasp escaped his parted lips as he reached for it; fingertips closing and opening in a purely guileless 'gimme, gimme, gimme' gesture.
Just imagine the disappointment and confusion that cross that youthful face when Moira pulled the coffee back like she'd never meant to give him a taste at all! Grey's vast sapphire eyes darted up to her sweet face and a scowl twisted his lips. Well perhaps he hadn't left his world at all. She was pretty and spiteful just like all the other will-o-the-wisps he knew!

Questions? He loathed questions almost as much as he loathed pixies! And hadn't he JUST given her the very explanation she'd asked for?!

"Well of course I was glowing." Grey flopped backwards in his seat and crossed his arms over his chest like a petulant child. "That's what we tink tend to do."

The fae noticed the way her coloring changed from a pale peach to a vibrant crimson and he couldn't help himself from reaching across the expanse to touch her cheek. of course he had no idea about personal space so this too, was done without concern of repercussion.

Her cheek was warm and soft and his fingertips lingered there for a moment before moving to his own face. He wondered if his cheeks could do the same thing.

"Ive just told you my name. My name is Grey. What I am is a fairy and now I want my answers and my coffee."

The hand that was touching his cheek pointed to the cup and his face was oh, so serious.