desert places

[ladyfirestarter]

Charlie steps through into the second-floor corridor and stands aside, holding the door wide for Olivia to follow her. The air on the other side is dry and cool, with the slight brittle chill that only comes with air conditioning.

"Welcome to Taos," Charlie says, lightly.

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[flip_the_lights]

Another flash of memory strikes Olivia: a pile of business cards, and YOU'RE GOING TO BE OKAY penned across a notepad. She breathes carefully, pushing away the lump before it can coalesce in her throat.

"That's incredible," she murmurs.

That's the work of a god.

[ladyfirestarter]

"Yeah."

She's smiling, and out of all the complicated emotions underlying that smile, for a moment the ascendant one is remembered wonder.

"It really was."

[flip_the_lights]

Her expression coaxes an unthinking smile out of Olivia, hers small and wistful. Most of what she can think to say sounds terribly trite. I'm glad you met him; I'm sorry you lost him.

It may be best not to say anything at all, and simply reach out to put a light hand on Charlie's shoulder.

[ladyfirestarter]

The touch on the shoulder gets another glance, and a small smile, crooked and grateful.

"Anyway," she says, and it's a sentence all by itself: let's move along.

[flip_the_lights]

She nods, and lets her hand fall away.

"Would you be all right staying out here a little longer?" she asks. "I'd like to see if I can refine the telekinesis a little."

The fire, in retrospect, might do best to wait for another day.

[ladyfirestarter]

"Yeah," Charlie says, "I can stay out here a while yet."

And if she's noticed that Olivia seems to have dropped the idea of trying out the fire, well ... she's not going to say anything.