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She hissed as the brush caught a tangle, working the bristles through the dark curls that had finally grown back after a handful of turns. Still the woman who looked back at her from the clouded mirror hadn't been a person Edyis recognized in turns. The angles of her face had grown sharper, the softness of childhood all but gone from them. There were creases too. Faint but there in the lines of her brow, and at the edges of her eyes. She let the curls tumble loosely over her shoulder, over the lines and whorls of ink she'd had etched into her skin over the course of the turns. Each held its own sense of meaning, it's own mark of the progress of the turns.

« You aren't that old Ed. » Akluseth chimed in, his watery tenor rushing over her thoughts like a tide concealing a dangerous reef. The play of light in the water softening the edges of the rocks.

"I don't believe I used the term old." Ink black eyes shifting to her lifemate as the corner of her mouth curled unbidden.

« Pa-tay-Toe, pah-tah-toe. » The brown smirked, « You were moping regardless. »

"I don't mope."

« Liar. Liar. » The brown singsonged in a wash of silvery bubbles. « How does the rest of the littles' song go? Pants on fire? You always mope when things don't go according to whatever plan you have in your head. »

"There hasn't been a plan since we graduated." She reminded him.

« And yet here you are, moping. »

Edyis stiffened, and stopped just shy of pelting the brown with the hairbrush when she caught the gleam in his eyes and what could only be deemed a smirk on the brown's lips.

« You are only mad because it's true. » The brown replied, leaving Edyis alone with her thoughts as she finished braiding her hair back and tugging on her clothes.

"I'm only tired of wanting the impossible." She verbally shot at the brown as she donned her flight gear.

The list of impossible things she could never have, scrolled through her brain, and she cursed her own greed silently as she adjusted the knot at her shoulder. Knots that no longer existed, children that could never be, tasks that would never fall to her shoulders, people that couldn't come back from the dead, Relationships that couldn't be salvaged either due to pride or her own incompetence.

« Moping. »

Edyis snorted, "What can I say, I'm a greedy, self-centered bitch."

« Not inaccurate, but not quite the terms I'd have used. You also forgot overly ambitious, insensitive, stubborn, dramatic ... »

"Thank you for that." She scowled as she finished tugging on her boots.

« It isn't like our lives are even half over Ed. » The brown felt the need to point out. Arranging himself so that she could start in on attaching his straps. « Not everything you want is impossible either. Just can't happen the way you want or expect it to. »

Edyis thought about it as she tightened down the straps. "So you are saying I'm selfish, and ungrateful."

« I'm saying you think entirely too much, and that maybe you need an outlet that allows you to think less, or keeps you focused on something else. Rum running doesn't count. Flight-sex only works temporarily. I mean I'm awesome, but I don't think I can catch that many greens to keep you constantly distracted. » Not that the brown was adverse to trying.

A dark brow lifts quizzically at the brown. "Now I need to get laid?"

« Well it couldn't hurt. » Akluseth notes, « But what I mean is that you need something new to focus on, before you drive me nuts with your moping. »

Edyis shook her head as she mounted, and the pair launched into the sky. But, just maybe the brown had a point.