#rivervale_lodge

"Well, I go unseelie, so that's... unpredictable."

"Maybe you should go as Star Wars characters? Anakin and Padame?"

"No."

"Uhg, Died-from-sadness-Padme?"

"Oh yeah.. screw that" she ponders "Hogwarts students? He could be slytherin you could be gryfandor?"

"JK is a Terf." Huff.

"She does ruin the IP a bit. I just get my kicks from fan fic now" She ponders "Maybe something Symon really likes? he likes Cthulu stuff? Maybe you could go as a reporter and a detective doomed to go mad?"

"I'll ask him."

"I'm sure he's tired of superheroes, for sure."

"Good to know" she says "And I get it. I'm stumped for ideas myself. I tend to do the witch stuff every day I live so maybe not for a costume?"

"Maybe a specific witch?"

"Mmm " She ponders, "Depending on how brave I get..." For a moment she ponders herself dressed like Zara. Purples, pale make up, black spots to hide teeth. "... any suggestions?"

"You fangirl over one?"

"Role model" She says "Now, for fictional? Vali introduced me to old school Samantha Stevens from Bewitched, and the Miss Switch is a Witch cartoons. Those are ANCIENT. "

"Elphaba?"

"She IS awesome..." A sigh "If they screw up the movie take on it I'll murder em. I DO hope no one asks me to sing"

"Your mom and piper are tops, and Siv isn't as far behind as she thinks, but I worry I sound like a frog"

"Eh, I'm no singer, either."

"Hey, you got it started for the farewell ceremony" she says "But yeah, music is not our thing. No worries though, we're still hot chicks with magic powers. Takes the edge off" A grin

SHe FAUX poses comicly

She wavers her hand.

"Some magic. You're the witchy one. I have a big polearm."

"Hey, you ARE the magic"

Brow?

"Warrior guardian dream, blessing of Atlas included? Sometimes Magic does,. Sometimes... " She gestures at the Gwydion "Magic IS"

A little crease between her brows. "Hunh."

"We get so used to being partly dreams, we have to be careful not to lose our own wonder about it" A toast "To dreams and dreamers, and legends passed but never gone"

She gently clinks her mug against Gerd's teacup.

And the two watch the candles flicker brightly, respect given to those fallen.

Or... depending at how you look at it, rising to the Dreaming ever more

(End Scene)