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[Kylee Meer]

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“I require apples. Corvus has apples.” Her head tilted, she stared into a pair of green eyes. From head to toe the two women couldn't be more different. Dark and light were the obvious opposites. But that was only the crux of where the path's diverged.

“Have a seat. I'll go get some.” Polite and soft, Kylee watched the voice and it's owner walk away only to return a few moments later with a basket full of bright red apples. With a smile the woman handed them over before returning to her position at the table.

“Thank you!” Black eyes alight with intense excitement, Kylee clutched the basket close to her as she simultaneously turned and sat while pulling one of the fruits to her mouth. Crunch .. juice splattered around the room coming to rest on the wood, the tables and the candelabras.

“Cezanne wondered what the sticky was. She'll be glad to know it's nothing more than apple juice.” Eclyse half-smiled.

"What is sticky?"

"It can be a lot of things."

Arahim looked to her curiously. "I still haven't heard her name."

Kylee swallowed. "I haven't said it."

There was an expectant pause, wherein only she took another big bite of her apple.

"What is your name?" the dark woman finally asked, amused.

Chawing away at the delicious morsel from the tree next door, Kylee uttered her name in between bites only to watch the other two look at each other and repeat it in unison.

"Kylee." They nodded.

In return she found out that the dark woman was called Eclyse Christian. Swallowing she repeated the name so as to emphasize she had heard correctly. This... Eclyse seemed to be important for she knew Misstress Abella and she knew the one called Arahim. Even her approach when Kylee entered suggested this was her task to see to. She started to open her mouth and inquire about Chad. Perhaps he was also her task to see to, but the light of the candles struck the skin of the apple distracting her. Once more her teeth sunk in setting the juice to flight. When once more she had swallowed, she placed the half-eaten morsel on top of the rest.

“Perhaps you can help me?” straight forward she turned to Eclyse.

“What is it you need?”

“Why do you do this?” Placing her hands out flat and facing each other she brought them together with a slap repeatedly.

The faintest hint of a smile was seen as Eclyse answered her. “It's called clapping. You do it to show appreciation.”

Appropriate...But she thought back to that night at the theatre. Appreciation? She pursued the question further. By the end of the evening, she would learn another new term.. Sarcasm.