I've always hated waking up. I can't say I hate morning since I've always gotten up in the late afternoon. Still, waking has always meant I had to prepare for clients. That was never something to look forward to. Even the "good" ones.
But this is different. Being woken up by Strawberry is like a continuation of a pleasant dream. Her voice speaks to my heart. Her hand on my shoulder is soothing. I don't see much point in doing more than dressing and running a brush through my hair, which I do as quickly as I can so the we can get on with whatever is to be tonight.
I'm still not sure what I can possible say tonight to Nagisa, but with Strawberry with me I'm sure my heart will come up with the right words. Around her, I just can't believe things won't turn out right. Optimism follows her around like a puppy.
And apparently so do I.
The idea of a little nature preserve in Redmond strains belief, but here it is. A little island of peace surrounded by the sea of insanity that is the Seattle Sprawl. Once again I marvel at this woman.
I don't get the chance to dwell on my near adoration of Strawberry before I meet...Strawberry? Two of them?!? Twins? No. A spirit! I briefly slip into mage sight and can clearly see what the elf woman says is true. This new woman is made of the same "stuff" as Dream of Passion, just far more ...substantial? To say she's more real isn't exactly right, but she's definitely more powerful. More "here" than "there".
I never said magic made sense. YOU try explaining the sound of ocean waves to someone who never had hearing!
"Pancakes?" I do a double take...and giggle. A spirit making pancakes? Why I find it so funny, I can't say,. But for some reason I do and I can't help a little titter. Maybe it's the stress. I can't imagine why I'd be stressed.