Post by Violet Schultz on Dec 9, 2009 17:00:30 GMT -5
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Blaze
Olivia
Violet
Stepping out from the specialty store, Violet examined the piece in her hand, still appraising it although she had spent quite some time looking at it before she bought it. It was a purple iris preserved in sculpted glass, and it was absolutely beautiful. Her mother had grown flowers just like them around their home in the country to the west of Mont-de-Marsan. She would take great care in planting them and raising them to border the house. In the summer, their fragrance would waft in the open windows and fill the house. This one, encased in glass, looked just like the ones she had always planted. She wasn't generally the type to get keepsakes, since when one moved from place to place, trinkets would be nothing but a nuisance. Still, when she had seen it, she couldn't help but get it.
She lifted her head as she sensed something across town. It was a house fire, but she didn't move toward her bike any more quickly than she would have. She could also sense Blaze's inner fire in the area. By the time she would've gotten there, he would have the situation under control. Still, she wasn't going to overlook anything. Pulling out her communicator as she slipped onto the bike, she tried to get Blaze on the line. It would probably be more effective than trying to communicate through their link, since he was surrounded by people who were probably thinking hysterical thoughts. That might drown out her own "voice".
"Blaze, do you need back-up?" she said into the small yellow circle in her hand.
She revved her motorcycle, just in case.