Tarot Beach Party

[lady_moon]

There are those of the tarot who know how to set up for a party.

Ruin had spent most of the afternoon building the bonfire. He has carefully made it much in the way he would have with the villagers of his mortal life when they would celebrate the harvests. Charity, Unity, and Skill had spent most of the day setting up food, both their sorts of foods and the sorts the sentients would be expecting.

Moon watched it all with rapt fascination, her eyes on the marshmallows Skill told her firmly she isn't allowed to touch yet. But they're white and fluffy looking and Moon is curious. Mons barks at her, warning Skill, and Moon is shooed off.

It's Fortune who puts out blankets, spread all over the beach area for everyone to use. Moon watches her family set up for a party, for guests... real guests who are coming simply to come instead of for answers. She watches Fortune set down a large stack of very warm looking towels, and she grins.

Swimming. Damian will like the swimming.

Her wolves run up and down the beach in excitement, and Moon knows it's time.

Disappearing back to Milliways, she sets it up so people can come and go as they need to, pleased with herself and her family.

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[ofthefamily]

Carlisle debates a banal reply - We all come from something-where-One.

It doesn't get announced aloud.

Edward is laughing somewhere. Or rolling his eyes.

So he nods, not replying at all out loud to the woman or the party from his position above it.

[bright_daughter]

"You do, or can." Star said, pulling her knees up on the clear air. Her white skirts ruffled in the air, but she settled in it as though the air was made to move around her and not her through it.

[ofthefamily]

"Can what?"

[bright_daughter]

"Come from and go to a great singularity somewhere, somewhen."

[ofthefamily]

It would make sense for her to be an angel, wouldn't it?

Another nod.

"I keep you from your guests."

[bright_daughter]

But then her words were specific. You and not we, not them. They were different and apart, they always had been. Before.

"You are my guest, Carlisle."

[ofthefamily]

She has a point. Cazzo.

[bright_daughter]

"If you are uncomfortable, I can return you to the Bar or your world." It's easily made. She is the soul of comfort, if she is so rarely driven to immediacies in her actions.

[ofthefamily]

"No, it's fine."

A stronger smile. She's just trying to be nice, Carlisle. In her way.

"You are sort of an unusual woman to talk to, Star."

[bright_daughter]

"That's because I'm an Idea."

She says this with something near whimsical amusement, like a child talking about being the wind or a rainbow. Except where she's serious, and it doesn't come off as seriousness anywhere.

Her elbows settled in the air and she proper her chin on her hands. "Is it very much different?"

[ofthefamily]

"Yes. You are Abstract made whole, and I'm a dead man living. I'm not sure we can get more antithesis from the other."

[bright_daughter]

Star tilted her head, her lips pursed even while her blue-silver eyes studied his face. The rapt fascination of a child's expression with eyes that were timeless and depth-less, of colors bodies didn't come.


Rather simply refuting with,


"I like you."

[ofthefamily]

"Because I am made of rainbows."

A smile.

"I like you too."

[bright_daughter]

Her smile blew brilliant again, a laugh escaping her and causing her skin to brighten more white when the sound happened.

"You are not the only person made of rainbows."

But she was rather pleased with his other sentence, to the pinking of her cheeks. There were seldom few others in centuries, other than her family, who needed or saw her long enough to say such things.

[ofthefamily]

"I am told Emmett can be quite reminiscent of a disco ball," Carlisle quips dryly.

[bright_daughter]

Star giggled, drawing her knees into the circle of her arms on the air. Her face pressed into her knees but the sound that made bells pale, the sound that was the light which could be a candle in even the darkest void, slipped around them.

"He would agree. He is the silly one."

[ofthefamily]

Carlisle doesn't ask which one he is.

"I should introduce you to Esme."

[bright_daughter]

The foolish one. In the archaic terminology. (Most of the time.)

"I've walked with all those you've made."

And all those he's known, and so many of those he's helped.

[ofthefamily]

Just a touch sarcastic:

"Introduce. Verb. To present one person to another so as to make acquainted. She doesn't know you. Personally, I mean to say.

"She would most likely praise your efforts in my socialization process."

[bright_daughter]

Oh. She seems a little surprised and delighted by turns to that.

"I have not fostered people upon you? Or did you mean--" Star's face scrunched up, even when it could not permit the wrinkles any normal expression could. She looked pleasantly thoughts, chin balanced on her knees.

"--the party, even though you are sequestered?"

[ofthefamily]

"The party," Carlisle affirms quietly. "She would approve of the two moons."

[bright_daughter]

Star looked to them, pleased. They were almost full.

Moon was almost full. In the many ways that was true now.

"She is kind," Star said, eyes on the moons. "I have had little reason to see in a very long time. It is new to consider meeting people beyond calling."

[ofthefamily]

"Calling?"

Carlisle doesn't follow.

[bright_daughter]

Star's blue-silver eyes shifted back to him. Solemnity a step away from the contentment everywhere in her expression.

"Being called to people."

[ofthefamily]

Carlisle snorts.

"And you take umbrage with me and my calling."