13112/Fairies Unite

Fairies Unite
Date of Scene:	18 October 2022
Location:	Shadowcrest Manor - Bristol Township
Synopsis:	Meggan introduces her child to Zee.
Cast of Characters:	Meggan Puceanu, Zatanna Zatara

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Meggan Puceanu has posed:
Wherein you go visiting, make a show of it. In this case, Shadowcrest warrants a proper show being far outside the reaches of everyday Gotham. In her jeans and a borrowed trenchcoat normally two sizes too big, but today fitting about right, Meggan wanders up the drive on foot. Barefoot, as it happens, her shunning of footwear a curse for shoe stores but all the better for staying in touch with the cool earth preparing for its long dormancy. Leaves tumble from the trees where she goes, the slight crunch of foliage undersole utterly satisfying. The season's change is reflected in her hair, pulled back into a pale silver-blonde braid dipped in red at the roots for a rather unnatural ombre.

The little girl holding her hand doesn't quite have the confident stride, or her mother's habit of floating. She concentrates, lips clamped down, following a path visible only to her eyes. Childish imagination may have her on a yellow brick road. She is dressed more reasonably, wearing a witch costume, her pointed hat slightly askew and spangled in violet sequins. Those brushed backwards show silver, and the black lace dripping off the brim is a touch gothic. Her backpack would be a purse to anyone else, except that it holds a few carefully prepared treats wrapped in wax paper, cheese cloth, or a good old ziploc bag.

"To Zee's house we go!" she sings in a rhyming lilt. "Mama's fast and I am slow!"

"If you didn't stop to pick flowers for the unicorn..."

Zatanna Zatara has posed:
The balcony doors are open to the autumn air, bringing a breath of wood smoke and leaf scurf into the library. In preparation for meeting her 'god' child or so she refers to her, the magician wears a boxy black jacket straight out of Shinjuku, heavy black oxfords and wide-legged pants with a long white shirt bloused over them.

The long low table in front of the settee has been set with goodies fit to treat both mother and child, triple-tiered silver salvers filled with tea cakes, cookies and ochakashi (tea sweets) in leaf and chrysanthemum shapes. Behind her a merry fire crackles in the Tudor fireplace. Exceptionally the red bird that dozes on his perch is alert, shifting in anticipation, perhaps catching Zee's mood.

Meggan Puceanu has posed:
Cece (or Cici, depending on the day) is very much a godchild, even if it's half god. The little witch is more the spitting image of her mother than her father, though she has his dusty blue eyes and impish mischief. When they stray off the path, it's long enough for her to look up, way up.

Meggan holds out her arms and waits until Cece nods before scooping her up effortlessly. Shifting the child onto her hip, she straightens the tilted hat and cleans a smudge off Cece's cheek with her thumb, much to the little girl's dismay. "We mustn't look like a ragamuffin. Leave that to your father." While she speaks, she floats up into the air, carelessly ignoring the cool wind or any other hindrances. Zatanna will probably spot her before the hat, and invariably the wiggly little one wants down the minute she spots the magician.

"Auntie Zee! I saw Mr. Rintrah and he was very nice, and we brought him cookies!" So is the initiation into a hello, the landing on the balcony paused until they are both ushered in by a greeting. It's a faerie thing.

Zatanna Zatara has posed:
Magic drifts in on the breeze, a harbinger of her awaited guests. Zee rises, brushing back her shoulder-length raven hair as she looks expectantly to the balcony. With a flourish of her hand and a wide smile she beckons them into the book-lined room, her inner sanctum.

"Welcome Meggan Constantine and Ceci Constantine, be ever welcome to my home."

Taking a step back from the door, she waits for them to enter, her eyes fastened to the child. Those eyes are certainly her father's and her features from the delicate chin to the high forehead her mother's.

Meggan Puceanu has posed:
Cece wiggles until she's quite put down, little mouth rounded in an O of wonder. She lands with a sturdy rustle of her witch costume, and hurries forward just enough to trip on the hem. A noisy squeak of protest is appalled that it would betray her so, but before she can nose-plant the floor, Meggan has her.

Accidentally scruffed, but has her all the same. The taller woman lets her daughter go ahead of her, a tall and gamine presence that carries a breath of the cold and the cutting edge of shadows in her wake. It's the same force that lurks in the edges of her smile, however bright and clear it may be. "Thank you for welcoming us again. Cece brought a few things that might be of interest, but no obligation." The blithe remark stirs easily enough. "It has been far too long. Weeks? John's driving himself into the ground after a problem in Birmingham, but that leaves us with time to catch up."

Zatanna Zatara has posed:
A breath of Faery swirls into the room bringing the scent of autumn forest, the distant cries of geese on the wing and the unique scent of the shadows under the trees. An energy this old house has not seen since Zee's childhood. The mansion seems to take a deep breath, the dark corners of the large room brightening in greeting. On its perch, the red raptor rattles its claws in welcome, sidling down the length of the perch for a closer look.

"Far too long. I have missed you both."

Her gaze follows the child, pure joy dancing in her sapphire eyes, leaking into a restrained smile, perhaps a touch of longing, too.

"I would love to see what she has. And there is tea for the grownups and juice for smaller people on the table. And maybe," she draws herself up, looking at Ceci sidelong with a mischievous air, "something sweet for us all."