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Camena looked at Ray oddly, why doesn't he recognise me? she wondered for a moment. She jumped a little when Olivia came out. Then, recognising her, smiled sheepishly, "Oh, hello Olivia. You startled me. I just flew up here to see if Ray was okay. I heard yelling..."

She moved closer to Ray and Olivia, smiling lightly, "Well, I'd better be going home. I hope to see you at my next concert, it'll be the first night that the rain clears up. Usual place and time."

Camena then fluttered off, back towards her house.

{ ok, now I'm confused as to whether webkitty's character is Olivia or Oliva, but since you used Olivia in that post, I'll do Olivia now. (it was Oliva in the bio! XD) Ah, I just reread my last post and there were thousands of grammar mistakes, argh, better edit it later }


Ray allowed Olivia to lead him into her house. He wanted to go and find Roy, but his wings were still heavy with many droplets of water, and besides, he was exhausted.

"Sorry about all this mess I'm making on the floor," he said softly. Small streams of water were flowing from everywhere on his body--his arms, his legs, his hair--and landing onto Olivia's floor. "I don't know what happened, I can't believe I was so careless." He bit his lip. "I've never been careless before," he added.

"Who was that other lady there? She seemed to know me, but I don't recall her. Does she sing? She was talking about some concert." He stopped talking as he saw Troy, Olivia's little boy, who was much younger than him. He smiled at him. He wasn't too fond of little kids, but somehow, Troy reminded him of someone else.

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Roy resisted laughing as he heard the rather pretty young lady talk about his boss, then restrained himself from agreeing with her as well. He then noticed that she was blushing... quite a lot, too. For some reason, that made him blush too, and he felt his cheeks growing red. He'd never been a shy person before, and he couldn't believe he was feeling shy in front of this girl.

"You don't have to pay for that, it was just a little piece, no harm done." he smiled. "The cough potion is worth 10, though. I'm Roy, by the way," he added. Now why did I say that? It's like I'm trying to get to know her or something.

Well, you do want to know her, don't you? another voice said in his mind.

He looked away from the girl, and that was when he remembered that there was another customer in the shop. He glanced over. The old woman was sleeping on the table, and he almost sighed in relief. She hadn't overheard him or anything, hopefully.

He looked over at the potions table and found that one cough potion was missing. "Oh no... I can't believe this is happening! Why is a cough potion missing?" He was going to get fired for sure, he just knew it. Why was everything happening to him today?


{ that was terrible }

{that was NOT terrible! }


"Shoo shoo! Back into bed, little boy!" demanded Olivia as she helped Ray dry off. He looked rather frail. I hope he's being fed enough... she thought to herself. When Troy was out of earshot, she asked Ray, "So, what brings you my way at a time like this? If you had been hit by a raindrop just a few seconds later, you could have drowned in the pond!"

Ray just shivered.

"I would like to speak to that brother of yours, Roy, and teach him some good parenting skills!" Then, remembering that Roy was his brother, not father, she added, "Since he's taking care of you all by himself."

She danced over to the stove and started to boil some water, her long bright shawls trailing behind her. "Oh, and by the way... that other woman on our roof, yes, she does sing. Occasionally." she muttered. Stirring the boiling water, then pouring it into a strange-looking basin, (that once served as a thimble- which now had dry roots and clay stuffed into the tiny holes,) she had Ray sit down. "Put your feet in the basin. It should help to warm you up a bit."




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Soliel gradually came to her senses. But not without some confusion... Where am I? she thought. this isn't my home... Then she caught a whiff of a strong smelling perfume. Oh. Now I remember, she thought to herself, remembering falling through the ceiling, and Bee, and falling asleep in a strangers house. She got up out of the comfortable chair and explored around the room a little bit while she waited for Bee to get home.

Thunder rang through the clouds above as a pair of hornets, yoked by a leaf stem and lashed to a walnut shell with strands of dark kelp, flew above the garden. Standing in the nut shell, a small person, wrapped in black rose petals rode the winds, as the hornets evaded the falling missles of water. The mini carriage descended, coming down for a sliding landing infront of a large toadstool. Disembarking from the nut shell, the raven haired woman shuffled across the mud toward the toadstool, before concluding that the owner of the dwelling was not at home.

"Then we shall have to await the singer's return," she mumbled, turning back to her carriage, to await the return of the songstress.

When the young man introduced himself, Bee accepted it as if it was the most normal thing in the world, placing 10 clear polished stones on the counter and dropping in an eleventh for the waxed paper when Roy wasn't looking.

"Nice to meet, you I'm Beatrice, but I go by Bee, so you can just call me that," she said, not even pausing to consider the fact that introductions weren't exactly appropriate as their paths were unlikely to cross in the future. "Oh and the cough medicine was for my mother not me. But you probably figured that out since the name is different. And I don't have a cough..." Bee laughed to herself, nervously.

At this point, Roy noticed the missing potion.

"That's awful!" Bee exclaimed, feeling quite bad about that. She hoped he didn't get fired from his job. Then she certainly wouldn't be able to ever find him again. Find him again?!. Bee briefly thought this to be strange/alarming, but brushed the idea aside, remembering something that was perhaps important.

"You know, there was a little fellow in here earlier, and I never did see him leave. He was small, skinny, soaking wet and very...well...gray. His wings were droopy too," Bee said, giving Roy a sympathetic look. "I hope you find it. It was really nice to meet you, Roy. I've got to fly, the rain is letting up a bit and I really have to get home to my apartment in the lilac bush, I've left that poor girl there all alone. And my father is coming by to pick up the cough potion for my mom. Take care!"

Bee flashed him yet another smile, pulled her pine-needle cloak's hood over her head and dashed out the door into the weather. It was darker than she had expected and later too. How long had she been in that potion shop!?. Worrying about the girl, Soleil, in her house, Bee took flight, furiously dodging the less frequent but somewhat larger rain drops.

Camena flew quickly towards her house, the rain was starting to ease up, which she was very thankful for. After a few minutes she spotted her toadstool and dropped down gently right at her front door. As soon as she landed she spotted the dark figure standing in a carriage with two hornets. "Were you waiting long?"

Feet quickly scurried away, feeling terrible at what he had doen as he always did. He had the seen the owner of the place and this person was sure to get fired because of him. He didn't care if the gruff man got fired but this other person seemed kind, he talked to that girl nicely and it seemed that he didn't mind about any water on the floor.

He couldn't take it, he couldn't let someone get in trouble because of him, especially someone as nice as that. He saw the bee-like girl go and so he slowly walked in.

He kept his eyes glued to the floor, walked up to the counter and put the cough potion on it.

"I'm so sorry that I stole it, I don't have a bit of money and my cough has been growing worse every day this week."

He raised his hands to his face, expecting to be beaten because of what he had done.

{ thanks webkitty, sometimes I just need a little encouragement with my writing =). Webkitty stole my curly brackets!! Also, I will be away from Friday to next Monday, so webkitty, would you please take care of my characters while I'm gone, if they need to do anything? (not too likely) Please don't spoil their personalities, Roy is more social and friendly, and Ray is cautious and thoughtful. Thank you! I *may* have time to post tomorrow morning, though. }


Roy sighed. Everything was going wrong. He would have to stay late in the shop and fix everything. He considered chasing after the boy that Bee had described, but decided against it, for several reasons. Number one, he would probably be far away by now, and number two, he couldn't just leave the shop unsupervised like this. He'd maybe make another cough potion, as it was simple enough, and he could just pay for it himself, and hope that his boss wouldn't notice.

He'd have to fix the Healing Potion too. He glanced over at the old woman, still sitting there, and wondered if he should go back inside. He wouldn't want someone else stealing anything. He bit his lip again; he wished his boss had installed some kind of security system into the shop. It was too easy to steal in times of bad weather, when no one is usually out on the street.

He hesitated before turning back in. The old lady wouldn't steal from the shop, he hoped. On second thought, he turned, gathered up all of the potions waiting on the side counter with his muscular arms, and brought them inside, laying them gently on the tabletop. He then carefully separated the Healing Potion from the cauldron, and poured it into the waste potion bucket.

Roy gathered up all the ingredients again, determined this time to complete the potion. He had just filled the cauldron with water, when he heard footsteps outside. Quickly, he turned and headed back outside. He didn't want another theft in the shop, or he was sure to be fired.

Standing there, stationarily, was the boy that Bee had described: skinny, wet and very grey, with droopy wings. He was surprised that someone who had stolen would come back. The boy put the potion onto the desk, and muttered an apology.

Roy felt symaphetic for him, the boy was poor and sick, and he didn't have a potion. "Here, take it. I'll just make another one," he said softly. They're really easy to make, truthfully. Just be sure never to steal again. You could have really just asked." He smiled. Maybe he had overreacted earlier. With this thought, his cheeks burned. He must have embarrassed himself in front of Bee so badly.

"I'll help you pay for the potion, but you can't stay here. I'm sure you're the little boy Artur always talks about, the stealer. If he comes back and finds out, I'd be unemployed." He nodded towards the door, then proceeded back inside--he trusted the boy, and he was sure he wouldn't steal anything from the shop for a little while.

He sat at the cauldron, waiting for the fire to heat up, and comtemplated. He hoped Raymond was ok. I'm sorry, I know I promised you, he said in his mind.

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Ray shiverred involuntarily, he was rather cold; the water had soaked into his clothes, and he was rather thin. "I was going to visit my brother at the potion shop. He promised me that he'd be back early today and we would go out for dinner together."

"And Roy does take good care of me. He works really hard at the shop, and his boss dislikes him." There was a little bit of resentment in his voice--he didn't like people who thought of his brother that way. It was just a little bit, though, and he was grateful to Olivia nevertheless. She had saved him and he was feeling a lot more comfortable than before, although still shaken.

He looked at Olivia. Olivia had bright, orange wings, resembling those of a monarch butterfly. He smiled a bit--he was proud of his quick dragonfly ones. His brother didn't like them much, though. Olivia also wore orange clothes, along with shawls. She looked similar to a queen. Ray looked around the house, observing, then shuddered once again. His clothes were sticking to his skin.


{ my vocabulary is so limited. Oh well XD }

"Long?" the figure raised her hooded head, contemplating the question, "Hmm, yes I suppose I have, though not too long or I should have left long ago."

She rose to her feet, tiny droplets of water sliding off her rose-petal coat, "Am I to assume that you are the songstress who lives under this..." she guestured towards the toadstool, "... fungus?"

As Feet heard this a smile suddenly graced his face and his wings lessened their droopyness ((Is that a word?))a little. He ran to Roy hugged his leg, as that was as far as he could reach, grabbed the potion and ran out.

He quickly ran to the abandoned nutshell which he used as a bed. He sat down and tried his hardest to roll over. After a few minutes he suddenly felt it turn, now he was completely shielded from the rain.

He downed the potion and felt his throat pain disappear. He would have to find out where that man lived so he could thank him and pay him anything he earned. He could get discarded food from the floor and any waste bins.

((Must make a quick post, it's late and i'm sleepy.))

Camena looked at the dark figure strangely, "Yes. I'm a songstress. And I live under a toadstool. Do you want something from me? Because I'm rather tired and was hoping to go to bed before I caught a chill." She didn't know who this person was, though strange old children's tales slipped unbidden into her head about a witch who flew the skies within a hazelnut shell driven by hornets. She shivered slightly, hoping the woman would think she was only shivering because of the cold.

"You don't hear it do you?" she asked, her voice, though barely a whisper, travled above the noise of the wind, which was rapidly gaining force and speed, "The whispers of the sky, the melodies that whistle in the rain... the song of the wind? All bear the mark of ill omens..." she paused and regarded the girl before her.

"I came to ask your assistance, your talents are... uniquely suited to what I wish to accomplish," she paused for a moment and then turned, her cloak whirling in an arch and she moved back toward her carriage, "But perhapse I shall have to search elsewhere."

Bee made it back to the lilac bush quite a bit more wet than before, but otherwise relatively unscathed. She hung her pine-needle coat by the door to drip dry and set her destroyed slippers on the other side of the door. There was little hope that they would ever be the same again, but Bee could try.

Bee felt happier and bouncier in spite of herself and her very damp condition. She was rather glad the girl had fallen through the skylight, for that had caused Bee to make a bigger fire and now the apartment was much warmer, which meant despite her thoroughly wet hair and clothes, she probably would not catch a chill.

"Soleil?" Bee called, wondering how the girl was doing and busying herself with unrolling the waxed paper. The bucket was near overflowing underneath the skylight. "Soleil?" she called again, staring up at the skylight.

Camena looked at the dark woman, her face was puzzled, her tired brain trying to process what was going on. "W-wait," she spoke softly, "Please. I want to help... really, I do.... I'm just so tired..." Camena trailed off, the whole world began to spin around her tiny body and she felt herself wobble for a few seconds before falling to land with a 'plop' in the mud in front of her toadstool house.

{ must rush this, may correct later }

Roy was still slightly startled that the boy had hugged his leg. He smiled. At least he'd known that he did something good today.

He got up and started remaking the Healing Potion. Again, he added a golden liquid, stirred counter-clockwise, and added a pinch of silver dust. However, this time, he did not stop. He proceeded to add all the ingredients until the potion was finished. Then he slowly poured it into a flask and set it on the table.

He looked outside the window. It was dark, but at least it had stopped raining. The clouds had dispersed, and now, little pinpricks of starlight appeared in the sky, like a giant lapis lazuli. Smiling, Roy touched the gemstone that lay on his neck. He wore the lapis lazuli for protection. Ray had a topaz, which supposedly sharpened the mind and offered other advantages.

Roy proceeded to drop 10 stones in the stone jar, which was when he noticed that there should have been 10 stones in the jar, as Bee had just paid a while ago and there had been no extra customers. He smiled, puzzled, as he noticed an extra stone.

The old woman was awake again. "It's stopped raining," she said in her scarely audible voice. "I'm going to go now," she continued. "Thank you for everything, and good luck. Y'know what I'm talking about." She winked, then opened the door, shutting it carefully.

Roy smiled again. It wasn't such a bad day, after all. At least he had made his customers happy. He switched the sign on the door to "Closed", finished all his tasks, and headed home, putting on his green jacket.