#bergen_county

Lyron walks along with Piper, "I'm sorry the corner club was closed. I picked a bad time to come to the mainland mmm?" Amusement in his eyes

She pouts a little, but it's spoiled by a grin. "Hey, at least I'm out of the house, breathing some fresh air. And I can't complain about the company."

"Thank you," He smiles brightly, "Not to sound ingrateful to this wonderful place, but I am so glad it's finally warming up."

She slips an arm through his and gives a little squeeze. "You're a bit of sunshine yourself. But I AM glad to be getting a couple more degrees."

As she squeezes, "Warming up even better now" His free hand strokes her horn, "If you ever get a chill, you can use me as a blanket. I am the soul of generosity like that" A wink

She gives a little shiver that has nothing to do with the cold. "It would be terribly rude to refuse such an offer. Are you finding Bergen to your liking? Not missing the isles too much?"

"I miss them a little, " He says honestly, "Maybe one day I'll go back, but you know, I like the community forming here. There's a lot more fire to New Jersey dreamers than I thought and more in the music scene than I expected. " Lyron grins "The Wayburtons are doing a lot of the work, and there is something to be said for a big blue wall of protectors when trouble breaks out. "

"What about you?" he asks "Missing California?"

"I've missed the weather, and the Cali-friendly attitude. Oh, the fae here are welcoming, but trolls are a bit more... cool, in their affections? And the mortal folk are just more standoffish as a rule. I suppose that's fine now that we're supposed to social distance and all, but... I'm a people person, I miss being in a crowd of friendly faces."

"I hear you, this 'distance' thing might work for some, but our kith was not meant for it. There's glamour in a touch, and in being touched"

She nods. "Platonic touching helps, I've always been a big hugger, so it's at least a blessing that I'm lodged with a family of Satyr and kin. If I was booked up at the Lodge, I might go insane." A pause, and she adds, "Well, not fair. A few of the trolls there are more open with affection, and there's Connor - he's the sweetest little pooka, and a new faun, Jack."

"Yes," He sighs "Jack Flap, he worries me. Poor Boy does not understand what is positive about being one of us. I leave it to the grumps, but ah.. even with a faun, it hurts that I might scare a fellow satyr just because I am a satyr, you know?"

She nods. "I do know. I hate the idea of uprooting him now that he just finally has a place, but I really think he'd be better fostered with a satyr family. Maybe Tove would have been good... but she has her own adoptee and one on the way already."

"What about yoru Aunt and Uncle?"

"I'd love having him around! But they already took me in. It would be a pretty big ask... and I don't know if A, the lodge would agree, or B, if the kiddo would even want to come." She taps a hoof thoughtfully.

"MM well, not to sound like a wimp but don't look at me I got a little bitty place, which I like, but no room and I am so not great with raising the kids. Again I leave that to the grumps"

She laughs, and leans over to hip-bump him. "No, I didn't mean that! It must be nice having a place to yourself. I was thinking of trying to get a better part-time job to save up for a little studio of my own. It's hard to decide - do I want to steer clear of the current crisis, or take advantage of the hazard pay at the grocery stores that are desperate to hire? I'm fairly hearty - we goats tend to be - so I may check out that option."

"More than that," he says "We have cheats... the Hearth here could hollystrike a virus and no one owuld notice. And some can veil against it... imagine, viruses forget you are there... it can drain our glamour faster but no denying we have an edge. " A look at her "Though, if I were a virus, I would definitely want to make you feverish."

"Mmm, you don't say? I still am sad we didn't get to go out dancing. Maybe we could put some music on somewhere else?"

"I say there must be music somewhere, even if it's only in your eyes" Lyron says and bends down to kiss her on the lips.

She returns the kiss with a hum of pleasure. "I'd have said it was in my throat, or in my blood. As a dancer, you should have music in your moves..." Leaning against him.

"mmm welll, let's go muse each other... " And they find a nice place to do just that. The dance may not remain vertical

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