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[recluserose]

I was born in 1948. It's now 2014.

[Her smile is a little wry. She never really minds revealing or talking about her age, save for when she does have to cover up on documents and normal company...]

Although, I do pass for my late twenties pretty well, don't I?

1/2

[invigor]

...

[w h a t]

[invigor]

I'm younger than you. You could be my grandmother.

[recluserose]

W-Well! Now, THAT's a little rude?!

[okay she lied she minds, but honestly, what did she expect?!]

You're technically older than I am!

[YEAH TAKE TAHT]

[invigor]

[A scoff!]

I know what you're thinking, and no, I'm not technically anything. Just 'cause I was born in 1874 don't mean that I've lived every year up until 2014. Do I look like a 140 to you?

[recluserose]

You hopped a few decades, so you're basically 140.

[GRUMBLING AGAIN. 66 years old and yet...]

[invigor]

Uh huh. Whatever you say. Listen, no need to be ashamed about escorting a handsome young man around town. I didn't see anyone judging.

[HIs tone might be deadpan, but the words are obviously indicative of a tease, despite everything.]

[recluserose]

[She glares at him and sniffs prudishly, flipping her hair behind her back. Real mature. Nothing, but mature here.]

You look like you're about, what, 5 or 7 years older than me? I'll give you that much.

[REAL MATURE]

[invigor]

I'm not sure if that's supposed to be a compliment or not. But I'm 38, if we're keeping score. So I guess it's a compliment.

[He's vaguely amused enough by her reaction that he almost forgets what they were initially talking about. Booker keeps walking, letting her pride heal a little for a moment or two before he says anything else.]

So why did those crows need your hair? You said it was payment?

[recluserose]

[She gets too caught up in these kinds of things and it makes her curse herself for not being more of an adult. Ah, well what can you do. She replies promptly enough.]

I mentioned that they're my eyes for the parts of town I'm not usually in or when I need to gather information about anything out of the ordinary that's cropped up.

[A shrug.]

I'm like an unofficial overseer in a sense. I like where I live. I prefer that nothing bad happens to the people I live alongside with.

And they use my hair for their nests. One, a witch's hair is imbued with years of magic that has a variety of uses including protection.

Two, they like shiny things.

[invigor]

Yeah, they do. [He knows that much about crows, at least, given his... associations with them in the past. He decides to leave that part out for now, however.]

Do "bad things" ever happen in this town? [You wouldn't be able to tell from looking at it, Booker thinks.]

[recluserose]

Every once and a while.

But I don't let it get too out of hand though.

[invigor]

But how do you handle it if it does? Your... magic, I mean. How's it work?

[recluserose]

A clear mind, a clear vision, and a lot of power.

[They get to the door of her house and the atmosphere around it seems welcoming, as if greeting its owner once again.]

You know, if you had entered my house from the front by forcing it, you would have had a nasty surprise.

[invigor]

[Good to... know? He's about to remark that still doesn't tell him a lot, but her comment prompts him to focus on that instead. It might give him a clearer picture of what she can do, anyway.]

How nasty are we talking?

[He's seen too many of those, lately.]

[recluserose]

Oh, you'd get pushed back multiple times by an invisible force. You mistreat a door, it'll reject you. That's just how I decided it would be designed though.

[She unlocks the door and one of the wind chimes, one made of emerald green glass stones jingles a greeting. A second one, a more obscure chime with black tubes tingles curiously at Booker.]

[invigor]

Sounds fair enough. Though not much your door can do when someone lands face-down in your living room, I reckon.

[When he enters this time, he takes note of the jingling wind chimes. They seem to have personalities all their own. He raises a brow.]

[recluserose]

[And she points at the wind chimes.]

I do collect these like a normal collector. But I put my magic into them. They basically tell me who's in my house at any given time.

It's usually just me. Usually.

[invigor]

They tell you anything about the person, or just that there's someone else around?

[recluserose]

If someone visits me often enough, I'll personalize a chime for them so I know they're coming right when they're at my doorstep. Like... That one.

[Points to a rather unusual wind chime.]

That's from a friend. He got it on one of his travels and gave it to me so now it tells me when he's visiting. If it's someone I don't know, the black wind chimes will sing.

[invigor]

[Huh. A fish. Cute.]

Black windchimes... Like that one?

[He thumbs at the one that had jingled just a second ago, with the black rods.]

[recluserose]

Mm hm.

[She closes the door behind them and exhales softly.]

A lot to take in on day one isn't it?

[invigor]

[Booker reaches up to lightly touch at one of the chimes with his finger, an idle sort of motion. He lets his hand drop back to his side as Amelia shuts the door behind them.]

Seems to be an ongoing trend lately.

[he sighs as well, but his is heavy.]

So now what?

[recluserose]

I could... Show you some magic? If you're still iffy on that point, I mean.

[invigor]

I don't know if I'd call myself "iffy". Just... magic isn't something that exists where I come from. [He thinks. Honestly, he can't be 100 percent sure of anything these days.] If you feel like indulging me, I wouldn't mind seeing what it's all about.

What do I do? Just stand and watch?