Harry Dresden (dresdensluck) wrote in valarlogs, @ 2013-05-11 11:52:00 |
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Entry tags: | !complete, harry dresden, lorna dane (polaris) |
Maybe so. Or until they ascend. They could ascend.
Who: Harry and Lorna
Where: a farmer's market
What: random encounter, sharing of good news.
When: recently.
Warnings/Rating: PG
Status complete
Lorna loved to shop at the farmer’s market. For one thing, she got a lot of her suppliers there, local artists loved this kind of thing. For another, it meant she was getting the freshest local fruits and vegetables, along with other nice things. She was wearing a cute sundress, her hair pulled back into a loose ponytail, her crocheted market bag nearly full of delicious food.
Harry was there, shopping for less foody items, though he had selected some fruits for his basket, too. He had a lodestone, several silver pens and knives, some silver dust, some iron shavings, a half pound of crushed garlic, some ionized fabric, and a single glove of blue, which was sheer and yet strong, and impressed with some memory that tugged at him.
Now he was wandering, avoiding a hat merchant who tried to sell him a hat, clad in his trenchcoat, jeans, blue tennis shoes, white shirt, and sunglasses.
The trenchcoat caught Lorna’s eye. Not many of those hanging around the farmer’s market. She smiled at Harry, and bought a carton of strawberries to make smoothies for dessert that night.
Harry stared for a moment, hmmed, then snapped his fingers. Aha! He raised a hand and waved. “Hello. Lorna, yes?”
Lorna waved back. “Uh, yeah.” She looked at him with confusion. “Do I know you?”
“Not really. I’m Harry Dresden, and I’ve seen you on Valarnet.” He grinned at her, eyes dancing.
“Oh!” She said with a laugh, and held out her hand to shake his. “It’s a pleasure to meet you. How are you?” It was always interesting to meet another dreamer.
He shook her hand and smiled again, nodding. “Pretty good. Nice to meet you too. Things seem to be good at the moment, in between crises, probably.” He chuckled.
“Probably.” Lorna said with a laugh. “But in a way, unless a crisis is actively happening, everyone is always between crises until they die.” That was unusually pessimistic. Oh well.
Harry chuckled. “Maybe so. Or until they ascend. They could ascend.” He nodded.
“I bet ascending is just fancy dying.” Lorna said with a giggle. “And I’d be nervous the whole time, so screw that.’
Harry snerked. “Probably.” He smiled at her, She seemed nice, as nice as she had online. “How are you doing today?”
“I’m okay. It’s been a crazy week.” Lorna laughed and shook her head. “I’m happy to be between crises. How are you doing?”
“Good. Weird but good. In the last week or two, life has been truly crazy, but I am weathering it. Things are really good with my girlfriend, I found out I have a daughter in someone I already care about, and she is a dreamer to boot.” Harry shook his head.
“That’s a lot to find out.” Lorna said with a laugh. “Come here to clear your head?”
Harry smiled. “Mostly, no, just coming to shop around for some ritual components. I’m a wizard, and sometimes, magic needs a little boost.” He grinned at her.
“Yeah? Like D&D spells?” Lorna asked with interest.
Harry chuckled. “Actually, yes, kind of like that. It’s funny. In my dreams, I’d never played it before learning magic, but in real life, being an adult before Dreaming, I played it for a long time. So when spells started popping into my head, DnD equivalents started popping in too.”
Lorna giggled. “I know that feeling. I think our perception of the world alters our powers. Dream me isn’t a head at all, so she doesn’t use her ability to see the EM fields around things as much as me, and I feel like she misses a lot.”
Harry laughed. He’d never experimented with anything other than alcohol, but he had known plenty of friends he had sat with when they had. “I bet. I’ve never been one myself, mostly because I was a nerd, but knowing a bunch of people who were, it allowed me to think of auras and shields and veils an entirely different way.”
Lorna nodded, and her eyes focused on him for a moment. His aura was amazing. She whistled a little. “You’re very pretty in color, Mr. Dresden.” She grinned at him.
Harry blinked, then chuckled. “Don’t think I’ve ever been called pretty.” He grinned. “Pretty ugly, maybe.”
“Not you, you’re not my type. Just. . . everything you are is pretty.” She laughed a little. “I’ve never seen some of these colors, I couldn’t describe them to you if I tried.”
Harry laughed. “That’s alright, I’m taken. I can deal with it.” He chuckled. “Thanks.” He hmmed. “Probably the magic seeping through from the dreams.”
“I think so.” Lorna said with a nod. “Magic is beautiful.”
“Yeah? Cool. I rather like magic, too. It feels... like the purest thing I know.” He nodded.
Lorna nodded. “I was there when the whole place turned into Wonderland. That magic was. . . not right.” She frowned at the memory.
“I know. I spent my time running around putting out fires, so to speak.” He shuddered. Twisted magic was twisted.
Lorna nodded. “I helped defeat the queen.”
“Yeah? Good! I’m glad to hear it.” Harry smiled at her. He had idly filled his basket and nodded. “What do you do around the area?”
“Oh, I own a shop but I’m looking for someone to buy it right now. I’ll probably wind up teaching science and supervising kids who’ve had rough lives before the end of summer.”
“Sounds like both good jobs. What is prompting the change?” Changes were big things and Harry was always curious what started them.
Lorna grinned brightly, and held out her left hand. It was made of intertwined white and yellow gold, with a pearl flanked by a green stone on one side and a blue one on the other. “I’m being made into an honest woman.”
Harry whistled, and smiled at her. “Congratulations! That is wonderful. And a pretty awesome ring.” Harry smiled, bouncy at the news.
“I know, my baby’s got good taste.” She grinned widely. “Thank you, I’m so excited!”
Harry chuckled. “I guess so! And good. I hear that is the correct reaction.” He smirked at her and just nodded. “This calls for ice cream, I think.” He waved a hand toward the end of the market. “I think there’s a ice cream stall down that way. Shall we?”
“You’re speaking my language, Harry.” Lorna said with a laugh.
FIN.