How Green Becomes Wood

The next day, Ivy was not doing any better. Her cheeks were pink and warm, and she pitifully clung to whichever parent was currently holding her. Meanwhile, her father was telling himself the scratch in his throat was just due to the weather. There must have been an atmospheric shift, definitely.

When Ciara called, Daizi was curled up in her favourite armchair with her toddler lying pitifully on her chest, "You are very welcome, he always needs enrichment time."
 
Ciara was not quite certain if Daizi was joking, so she decided not to react to that comment. "I have promised that I would make it up to you. Therefore, I have two options that I hope will be something you will be interested in. The first, a new Beat Poetry place has opened, and I am told it is..." paper rustled as she checked a note, "'lit A-F,', which Xander has assured me means 'very good.' We may go just you and I, or we three adults could go. The second option, in a couple of weeks, there will be a masquerade ball for a charity event. I would be able to get you and Mr. Dark tickets to that so that you may have your chance to dance with him while he is in his finery."
 
Daizi tried hard not to laugh at Ciara saying 'lit a-f,' and was preparing to let her know there was no need to repay her... but then the options were really good. Sighing a sound both amused and forlorn, Daizi admitted, "Ciara, that is a really, really hard choice."
 
"Good. That was the intention," Ciara said, sounding highly satisfied. "You may take your time to decide. As I said, the ball is not for a couple of weeks." A pause as she checked. "Seventeen days, to be exact. Tickets are available for the next fifteen days unless they sell out, which is an unusual circumstance. The Beat Poet Club is a normal business and will be availible for whenever you should choose."
 
"The problem I have," There was some slight rustling as the phone was moved from her face and Daizi gently murmured something as she brought it back, "Is I always adore getting to spend time with you... but masquerades are not particularly common... And I am shocked you would intentionally torture me with having to choose!"
 
"I went to one when I was in college, but I have not been to one since. It was... fine," Ciara said, trying to remember exactly what it had been like. She could remember a fair amount, but how much of what she remembered had been corroded over time? Not to mention tainted by the fact that she'd gone there on a first date - the first time she had even attempted dating in college - and that had not gone... well. Therefore, there were many negative emotions tied to that situation, but she'd thought it seemed like Daizi's cup of tea. Or at least something Daizi would enjoy trying.
 
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