Whatdo I look like a genie?" She sighed as she waved the wand around softly,sparkles falling from its "candy cane" shaped top to the ground below."Wai...? What wish?" Carl blinked trying to think back to if he even madea wish tonight."It was the wish -Which you would never get asked or forced by a girl tobe kissed under mistletoe again." She smiled as she backed up from Carlpointing her wand at him."Whoa!!...what are you going to do?" Carl almost stuttered as the spiritjust smiled. ’ It was an elvish name, that much Verite recognised immediately from the accenting, but it was not so much a name as merely… a word. Then she snorted gracelessly when she realised what it meant. ‘Your name is ‘love’?’ The woman grinned over her shoulder, before her attention was briefly drawn away by a young woman entering. She was perhaps in her early thirties, but there were faint signs of greying at the front of those curled black tresses and there were crow’s feet starting to appear at. Under interrogation afterwards the young man could only babble about her advocacy of the Edenites being "against the will of God."It was fairly easy to trace the would-be assassin back to a small cult who deemed Chen's nova to be a heavenly annunciation of the long-awaited Second Coming of Christ. In just what way frustrating its destruction of another life-form would disturb this divine purpose was much less clear, but authorities detained and discredited the cult leaders and scattered the. I’m feeling good again. The sun usually has that effect, and so does pleasant company. There’s silence for a couple of minutes. “Come on, Emma, don’t be so bloody English!” It’s Alyssia. And I’m puzzled. “What do you mean?” She sighs with mock exasperation: “You need to put some sunscreen on. Who’s gonna want to root you when you’re peeling?” Shit. She’s probably right. Of course I haven’t thought to bring any on this particular trip. In my defence, nobody packs lotion for a trip to England. .