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one had ever talked about it.
No one with good experiences would waste their time on a support group.
Trey took a long, slow sip from his cup. "So. I guess I don't need support."
Jina needed to keep his interest. "You must have questions, or you wouldn't have come in the first place. Wouldn't you like to meet people who don't think you're crazy? Besides, you have a special talent. One we need. Not all of us can see them like you can, not unless they want to be seen."
" How did you know there was a faerie at the meeting?"
" Gretel is clairvoyant. She can see auras and know what they are in a fuzzy sense. She doesn't see them clearly like you do."
" I thought your support group was anonymous, one of the rules, don't talk about Fae Club."
Jina laughed. "Gretel wasn't a newcomer. She's a friend, a housemate. So it's different. She doesn't mind who knows, as long as, you know, they believe in faeries, too."
Trey smiled in return. "I'll think about it."
" How's your coffee?"
" Hot chocolate. It's tasty. Spicy. I'm pretty sure there's cinnamon in here."
" Cinnamon, like the color of your eyes?"
Trey blushed.
" Maybe I should get your number this time, in case I scare you away again, so I can find you."
" Yeah, that'd be fine." Trey fished his wallet out of his back pocket and handed her a card. It said, "Trey Roberts Carroll, Fire Sculptor", and had a website and contact information.
" I knew you were an artist. Burning Man?"
" Of course. How did you guess?"
" Where else would you find giant metal sculptures that spit fire?"
" In the backyards of Bellevue sprawl where rich software geeks like to keep reminders of the burn. I sell to people like that, now and then."
" I'll have to check it out. I know someone who's rich, but I don't think she likes sculpture so much. Or fire."
Trey interjected suddenly, "So you really think there was a faerie there, and she made me think people laughed?"
" Yes. I swear to you, no one laughed. I didn't laugh."
He nodded slowly, staring at his chocolate.
" Okay, I'll come to your meeting. When is it?"
Jina pulled out a card of her own, with a pink flaming phoenix. It said "Fates of Surrender". She wrote the time and an address on the back of the card and handed it to him.
" Fates of Surrender, what's that?"
" My band. We're playing Saturday night at Neumo's. Want to come?"
" I think I've heard of you. But I have to work on Saturday night."
Jina tried not to let her disappointment show. "Come to the meeting, and maybe we can hook up after that. Okay?"
" Deal."
A strong, smart man. Sexy, too. Her dual-motives towards him warred within her. Maybe he would take her to Burning Man. He'd make a fine addition to the team.
The thought that really followed her, the entire drive home, was the image of a satyr in a church dress, chasing off bullies to protect a sobbing little boy.
CHAPTER 8
----
SANDY SET DOWN HER STICKY sweet and sour chicken. The white take-out container almost fell over with the weight of the fork. She leaned back on the rose-colored antique couch and rubbed her tummy.
She was eager to change the subject again. Sure, they used to talk about bands and movies, and occasionally politics, but she just hadn't had time to keep up with pop culture. Half the things Jina talked about were on the internet, and Sandy never, ever had time for that.
" I still wish we would have gone out," Jina said. "Change of scenery. Better food."
" Maybe next time," Sandy said. "All day we've been watching the redcap, waiting for it to poop rainbows. Now that we have glamour, there are experiments to run. After that, those books I ordered from eBay came in and two of them are in Croatian and I have to find a translator."
" Yep," Jina said. "Work, work, work."
" You were working on something today, too. How did that go?"
" I found that faesight guy. His name is Trey Carroll. We had coffee and I convinced him to come to a Second Circle meeting."
" I can't wait to meet him. We need
No one with good experiences would waste their time on a support group.
Trey took a long, slow sip from his cup. "So. I guess I don't need support."
Jina needed to keep his interest. "You must have questions, or you wouldn't have come in the first place. Wouldn't you like to meet people who don't think you're crazy? Besides, you have a special talent. One we need. Not all of us can see them like you can, not unless they want to be seen."
" How did you know there was a faerie at the meeting?"
" Gretel is clairvoyant. She can see auras and know what they are in a fuzzy sense. She doesn't see them clearly like you do."
" I thought your support group was anonymous, one of the rules, don't talk about Fae Club."
Jina laughed. "Gretel wasn't a newcomer. She's a friend, a housemate. So it's different. She doesn't mind who knows, as long as, you know, they believe in faeries, too."
Trey smiled in return. "I'll think about it."
" How's your coffee?"
" Hot chocolate. It's tasty. Spicy. I'm pretty sure there's cinnamon in here."
" Cinnamon, like the color of your eyes?"
Trey blushed.
" Maybe I should get your number this time, in case I scare you away again, so I can find you."
" Yeah, that'd be fine." Trey fished his wallet out of his back pocket and handed her a card. It said, "Trey Roberts Carroll, Fire Sculptor", and had a website and contact information.
" I knew you were an artist. Burning Man?"
" Of course. How did you guess?"
" Where else would you find giant metal sculptures that spit fire?"
" In the backyards of Bellevue sprawl where rich software geeks like to keep reminders of the burn. I sell to people like that, now and then."
" I'll have to check it out. I know someone who's rich, but I don't think she likes sculpture so much. Or fire."
Trey interjected suddenly, "So you really think there was a faerie there, and she made me think people laughed?"
" Yes. I swear to you, no one laughed. I didn't laugh."
He nodded slowly, staring at his chocolate.
" Okay, I'll come to your meeting. When is it?"
Jina pulled out a card of her own, with a pink flaming phoenix. It said "Fates of Surrender". She wrote the time and an address on the back of the card and handed it to him.
" Fates of Surrender, what's that?"
" My band. We're playing Saturday night at Neumo's. Want to come?"
" I think I've heard of you. But I have to work on Saturday night."
Jina tried not to let her disappointment show. "Come to the meeting, and maybe we can hook up after that. Okay?"
" Deal."
A strong, smart man. Sexy, too. Her dual-motives towards him warred within her. Maybe he would take her to Burning Man. He'd make a fine addition to the team.
The thought that really followed her, the entire drive home, was the image of a satyr in a church dress, chasing off bullies to protect a sobbing little boy.
CHAPTER 8
----
SANDY SET DOWN HER STICKY sweet and sour chicken. The white take-out container almost fell over with the weight of the fork. She leaned back on the rose-colored antique couch and rubbed her tummy.
She was eager to change the subject again. Sure, they used to talk about bands and movies, and occasionally politics, but she just hadn't had time to keep up with pop culture. Half the things Jina talked about were on the internet, and Sandy never, ever had time for that.
" I still wish we would have gone out," Jina said. "Change of scenery. Better food."
" Maybe next time," Sandy said. "All day we've been watching the redcap, waiting for it to poop rainbows. Now that we have glamour, there are experiments to run. After that, those books I ordered from eBay came in and two of them are in Croatian and I have to find a translator."
" Yep," Jina said. "Work, work, work."
" You were working on something today, too. How did that go?"
" I found that faesight guy. His name is Trey Carroll. We had coffee and I convinced him to come to a Second Circle meeting."
" I can't wait to meet him. We need
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