How Green Becomes Wood

"No," Dark replied, feeling like they had this conversation before, "He was invited to take the inaugural ride on a roller-coaster as a publicity stunt, because the ride was themed to Apollo, and Fabio is Greek and on Romance novels. A goose hit him in the face, I think requiring stitches. The goose died, Fabio lived, but never emotionally recover, from what I understand."
 
"It might have been less emotionally scaring if you hit him," Xander said.

"Why do you think he hit Fabio?" Alec asked.

"Because his nickname is Goose," Xander pointed out.
 
"I do not think so, I am taller than him and I would break his nose, the goose did not." Dark replied midly, a glint in his eyes, "I do not consider myself to be a particularly violent person but I would certainly hit Fabio purely to say I did."
 
Xander snickered while Alec looked mildly indignant.

"I was thinking about going to watch the skaters tomorrow at the park," Xander said, moving on. "Toby said something about there being an unofficial competition, and there's going to be a food truck nearby. Unaffiliated, they're there for the sales."
 
"You could always say you're there to throw geese at the overconfident ones," Xander smirked.

Alec made a face. "Don't torture the poor birds like that!"

"Fair enough," Xander shrugged. "But, hey, if you did come, hot heads might be a bit cooler. Wouldn't want to put you to work, though." He glanced around. "We're still missing someone."

"Where's Mama?" Alec asked.
 
"Do you want me there just to make sure a fight does not break out?" Dark asked sarcastically, but then looked back towards the stairs again, "Upstairs, still. I let her know dinner was ready."
 
Xander nodded qnd stood by until Dark had the tray ready. Then he took it upstairs and tapped lightly on Daizi's study door. "Food if you want it." He waited a bit to see if she would open the door, intending to leave the tray if she didn't.
 
Circle? What circle? He thought she'd been doing work. Whatever. He opened the door and brought in the tray. "Where do you want me to put this?" he asked, checking for a circle he shouldn't walk through.
 
She was sitting in the center of the room, with the same candle, water, soil, and incense she had at Adrienne's funeral around her. It was a smaller circle this time, since it had been designed only to hold her, and she had moved the rug so she could chalk the floor. Inside the circle with her was a glass jar, some paper, a pen, a letter guide to make writing easier, a lighter, and various objects. She didn't raise her head as he walked in, "You can just put it on my desk, I'll find it." She sniffed, the light of the candle flickering on her face, "Thank you."
 
"Ooookay," Xander said slowly. He stepped around with great care and put the tray down. "Uh, did someone die?" he asked uncertainly. Or maybe this was a rat mourning circle.
 
"No, nobody died." Daizi replied, pressing her hand against the floor like she was stretching her fingers, "If you do not call in the corners and set the circle before a ritual, anything can happen. There are no protections."
 
"You always need one, regardless of what you do, because the power is in you, but it's outside of you, and greater outside of you, too, and regardless of if it is an evocation or an invocation, and I almost exclusively evoke, the power you work with can overwhelm you, or not be the power you believe it to be, and trick you. But I was just going to try to ground myself, and focus in on who I am." She cast her eyes down and attempted to take a deep breath but shuddered with her exhale.
 
"Seems... like an extreme way to focus on yourself," Xander said, still not getting it. "I guess I should get out of your hair. There's a lot of you to focus on, but don't forget to eat."
 
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