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*eyes him from a bench, where she's lightly sampling grapes* Hello there.

Hi! Sorry, hope I didn't land too close. I can only fly at night.

Not at all. Lovely landing.

Thanks! I've been working on 'em. Used to not even dare to do more than glide.

I'm Morgan.

You're doing famously.

Ah, I know. I am Mae, you have met my daughter, Cara.

Oh! OK, sorry, took me a moment. *slightly sheepish grin* She's really smart. I uh...heh. Had a fun time dodging a full explanation of my writing genre to her.

I'm taking a break now. Flying helps get the crick out of my back. Clears the head too.

Not to worry, there is little to no family resemblance. *smiles smoothly* She informed me it was something grown up she didn't care about.

Does it? I may have to try it someday.

Good, because I'm an erotica writer, and I had to keep emphasizing the boring-to-anyone-but-the-grownups aspect. *shifty eyes*

Yeah, I'd really recommend it if you can find a way. Even one of my human friends hang-glides.

Ahh, I see. *chuckles* I appreciate that, though I don't think she'd be much of a stranger to the notion. There is a reason I have five children.

Hmmm, I'll have to attempt it.

Well, yeah, I get that. I just tend to be really cautious when it comes to erotic lit and little ones. Seems like something their parents should be deciding on as far as access. I don't know, maybe I've lived in the States too long.

I hope you have fun! The best place local to us is probably Mount Tamalpais.

I do appreciate that. And Cara might be more accepting of such ideas. My older two....not as readily open.

I have never been there. Is it nice?

Um, well, except for the feral pig problem, there are a lot of nice, high, windy areas around the Bay Area. Tam is simply the highest--it actually gets snow, on occasion.

*scowls*

*glances at him curiously as he folds his wings*

You'll scare everyone away.

*gestures around* No one around to scare but you and a lady I doubt I could scare away.

Besides, normal people can't see 'em. *seems a little baffled at his attitude*

*looks around* Uh. Good point. But still, you could have.

Are you suggesting I am not normal?

*snorts* You couldn't have seen me land if you were. Or the wings now. *pulls a t-shirt with slits in the back out of his waist pack and shakes it out*

...

Okay, you've got me there.

*shrugs and smiles* I'm sorry, anyway. I didn't mean to startle or anything. *has a bit of awkwardness getting the shirt on* My name's Morgan.

*He wouldn't usually be out, being aware of night creatures on Earth. But there are rocks in the park so Phoenix feels relatively safe. He still jumps out of his skin, drops the fries he's eating and his hand is straight on his teleport as the dark stranger is suddenly... there*

*blinkblink*

*He folds his wings and awkwardly settles a pair of gold wire-rimmed glasses on his nose* Ummmm...hi?

*Blinks back, unaware of anything other than the man just seemed to appear*

*Warily* .. Vampires don't do that. Usually.

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U-um...so very not a vampire. Mostly harmless, actually. Unless you're a chocolate bar or a spinster's virginity.

*Blink. Pause. Blink... Cue unexpected giggling fit*

Suddenly you seem less intimidating - I thought you were a demon!

*Laughs and scratches the back of his neck* No, no--though my race was demonized in a lot of cultures unfairly--as in, mistaken for demons.

But anyway, mostly what I am is a writer. My name's Morgan.

*Phoenix slips off his amulet for a second. No. Nothing painful to be found at all. He places the chain back over his neck*

My apologies, this will teach me to listen to my guardian. I'm Phoenix. Very much not a vampire or demon. *Small shrug* Or Human.

Yeah, got that bit from the meeping at my arrival. Humans tend to just go "Oh, didn't see you there."

Anyway, sorry I startled you. Scuse me while I fit four limbs into this shirt. *seems to struggle a bit putting it on; a dark brown feather floats to the ground*

*There's a look of chagrin* It's easier to pass as human among humans than it is among, well. Other races.

Four? *Eyes widen as he stares up from his bench seat, Phoenix leans forward and picks up the feather* Are you a shapeshifter? Some kind of Gryphon?

Don't worry about it. It was cute, except for the actually-worried-I-was-something-nasty part.

No, no, my Dad shapeshifts, but I take after my mum. I have wings. You can't see 'em? That's ok, not everyone can.

I think I'd always opt for 'cute' rather than be offensive.

We have many on my world, I'm one myself. *He tries to peer around at Morgan's back* I have them too, when I shift.

*Phoenix bends down and starts to pick up the dropped food and its carton, throwing them into litter bin as he explains* I was born with a sad lack of abilities ..without those expected among my race. It's touch-and-go whether or not I can recognise any race I meet.

I only started flying regularly recently, after a fifty-year break. Too many ways of being noticed if one is airborne. *tickles his nose with a feather*

Well, you probably haven't met mine before. Or if so, they were probably nothing like me. We're very diverse. I'm just your friendly neighborhood emotivore.

Speaking of eating, uh...you want to go someplace where I can replace your dinner?

Mine are useless. I mean, I've been told they look.. *Sighs* 'cute'.. but I can't fly.

*He wrinkles his face and rubs his nose at the tickling, it masks a cheeky grin* Is that something like a vampire referring to himself as a 'plasmavore'? Not that I'm being rude... I have a friend who's both vampire and um, incubus. He's one of the kindest people I know.

Oh. Food. Well you don't have to. I've enough currency for more, and I wouldn't want to impose and actually there is a small place over the road that seems nice.

My mom has the same problem. Hers look like hummingbird wings, they're a very pretty scarlet, but they're only as long as her arm.

No, no, I'm an Incubus, but I'm of a sort that most people around here haven't heard of. We're human hybrids, for one thing. That's how I can pass for human so easily around them.

Yeah, I know, I don't have to, but I will anyway. Besides, I last ate six hours ago. What sort of place? *peers across the street*

*Feeling more than slightly inadequate here* Mine aren't even that long. Or red.

Corvo does quite well with that. Mainly because he's a daywalker, and doesn't have the usual vampire pallor.

Inexpensive yet comfortable?

You could henna them. It works on feathers. I did it when I was hanging with my mum's people in Berkeley for a few decades.

It also helps waterproof 'em. There was this cute teeny little talking mouse...*holds his fingers apart illustratively* I gave her one of the short ones as an umbrella yesterday.

Oh cool, a cafe. I'm going to order something weird. *pads that direction, waiting for Phoenix*

Tanith...she's sort of my adopted sister.. *He follows Malcolm* She dyed them rainbow colours once. As soon as I shifted, they came back white.

*Watch him nearly die of 'cute overdose'* We have spirit creatures, something like that. Where did you meet her?

That sounds like us and things like inebriants. The moment we have to regenerate a wound, bammo, it's out of our systems.

My Dad got around it by doing custom illusion-overlays for people, but that's not really my bag. I'm just a writer who sometimes helps Dad train people or fix their heads.