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[The week of Christmas, there's a knock at Yvette's door, but there's no one on the other side: just a familiar scent, and a small gray gift box containing these earrings. There's also a note that reads This is the symbol of my pack back home. Just a reminder that however far you are from your people, you're not alone. Thanks for all you've done for a sexually confused Beta that flirts badly. Merry Christmas, Allison]

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elsewherewolf

[Allison isn’t there to see it but Eve is just ugly crying about the present she loves it so much and it means so much to her.]

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imaginationswoes

Eve? Are you free?

I need someone to ramble at...

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elsewherewolf

I'm all yours. What up?

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imaginationswoes

Are you in your room?

This will be easier to talk about in person... or if you want to come to my room. You can check out the CD's I got for Yule and pick a song for future swing dancing shenanigans while I ramble in your general direction.

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elsewherewolf

Yes, I will be right over!

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imaginationswoes

I will be here. Thinking WAY to much <3

[Airy closes the tome after drawing Eve a little heart and begins to tidy up. There really isn't anything for her to clean but she moves some things around and brushes away some dust. She's trying to keep herself occupied and her thoughts from twisting and turning down either unpleasant or weird paths.

Her room is very personalized considering she's only been at the castle for a few months. It has all the lightness of spring that the rest of the wing has but a little bit more than Airy has brought into it herself. On the windowsill rests a collection of dried blue roses that Airy had found a wooden container to use as a vase. A thin strip of satin from a destroyed dress was tied around it, making it appear more decorative and lighter. Next to that is a journal, a quill and some ink. There is one piece of paper on top of her notes that looks like it's used for random scribbles as well as Airy's attempt to get used to a quill.

The nightstand has three candles of different lengths on it though given the light from the window they aren't lit now. Airy's bed is pressed against the back wall, near the window so she can reach the windows ledge from her bed. The dresser is pushed against the opposite corner, holding her boom box, the stack of CD's and in the top drawer is her violin. She'd used some of her given shirts as a make shift case for the lovely instrument.

Airy leaves the door cracked open and when Eve enters she'll find the young Creator sprawled across her bed with her head hanging off the edge and her long hair spilling down to the floor. She was wearing one of the two dresses that she had commissioned from the fairy seamstress. This one was purple and a little bit longer so that she could have her arms and legs in all directions and still be relatively covered. Airy misses the days of shorts and tank tops.]

Hey.

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elsewherewolf

[Eve liked Airy's room. It kind of reminded of what a college dorm room looked like. Or at least what she imagined they would look like since Eve never got the chance to really go to college. But it looked nice, like the sort of place that you didn't mind spending time in because it wasn't a home necessarily but it was a place that someone lived in and made their own.

Closing the door behind her she flopped down on the bed, mimicking Airy's pose. She had on some yoga pants and a tank top though, nothing fancy like her friend.]

So what's up, buttercup?

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streetsweeper

Eve? It's Anya.

Could I trouble you for some more advice?

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elsewherewolf

It’s never a trouble!

What’s up?

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streetsweeper

You're a good friend.

I was wondering, ah. How do you...go about...getting someone into bed with you?

I don't mean how do you have sex because I know where things go but how do you get there? Do you just...ask them?

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elsewherewolf

So that’s a pretty complicated question and depends on a lot of stuff, so ots pretty normal to feel unsure about it.

Is it a specific person you have in mind?

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streetsweeper

[ There's a brief, almost bashful pause, before Anya murmurs a quiet: ]

...Yes.

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elsewherewolf

Oh how exciting! Congratulations! I’m happy for you!

[Anya could probably even make out a little clap of delight from Eve.]

So. What I’d do is do something like asking them to go for a walk or something with me. In the halls, along the castle grounds, just some place you can get alone time. Then I’d tell them something like how you enjoy their company and are glad you have someone like them here to make it easier. Then tell them that you know given the nature of this place you know that you’ll end up sleeping with someone eventually and you’d prefer that your first time be of your own choice with someone that you care about, have a connection with, and find very attractive. Someone like them.

Uhhhh, unless you’re talking about it being someone that’s just so stupid sexy hot you wanna ride them like a pony and actual feelings for them aren’t involved. Then I’d take a different approach.

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streetsweeper

[ It actually sounds like very good advice, but then the question of what she feels comes into play, and Anya honestly doesn't know how she feels. Or if feelings, deeper feelings should even come into play. It seems...safer if it doesn't. ]

I...well. I definitely...the last thing is...yes. But other than...that, I don't know what my feelings are other than that he seems like he's a good man and he's been kind to me.

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