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31 January 2010 @ 02:55 pm
056 White  
Title: Darkness Overwhelming
Fandom: Mystic Force
Pairing: N/A
Rating: 15
Disclaimer: Not mine.
Summary/Warnings: Somewhere, all wishes come true. Quiet and recovery.
Word Count: 279 / 52 682
Author's notes: My table is here.

056 White


“Just a second,” Zoe murmured, flipping the paper to finish the last folds.

“It’ll go cold.”

“I just need a second.”

Clare put down the dish beside her. “Don’t knock it over.”

“Wait.” Zoe turned the figure right side up, eyeing it critically before offering it to her.

Clare took it, balancing it lightly on her hand to study it. “It’s a hawk?”

“I think it’s a falcon.” Zoe shrugged, picking up the dish.

“What does white mean?” Clare asked quietly, stroking one wing lightly.

“White is goodness and innocence and faith.” Zoe smiled faintly. “All the good things.”

Clare ducked her head, studying the paper some more. “It’s beautiful.”

Zoe shrugged, leafing idly through the stack of paper. “If Nick really is Bowen…I mean, you have no magic, right?”

“He wouldn’t have magic,” Clare agreed. “It doesn’t matter. Bowen’s…we don’t have royalty, but Bowen would be our Prince. Every magical creature would follow him.”

Zoe frowned. “I’m trying to picture Nick as a leader…it’s not working very well.”

“He’d be alright.” Clare looked at the falcon again. “This…you think white? When you think of me?”

“Goodness, purity and innocence,” Zoe said again.

“Maddie,” Clare murmured.

“No. Maddie’s not white. Wasn’t there something about you and the moon?”

“The moon’s not white.”

“Clare,” Vida mumbled into her blanket, “take the bird and thank her.”

Clare laughed, nodding. “Thank you, Zoe. May I put it with the others?”

“Sure.” Zoe turned back to her dish as Clare pushed to her feet, going to place the falcon next to the other little animals.

“What colour is Maddie?” Vida asked around the blanket.

Zoe grinned, burying her face in the bowl.