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BWI Portalocity Terminal [Saturday Morning]

Rather than fly from Philadelphia to Baltimore, Eric's parents had given him a lift. They had offered to drive him directly to the school, but he told them he would rather meet the group at the airport and take the shuttle. That way he'd get an early glimpse at all the hot girls he was sure would be going to his new school.

So now he was relaxing in the lounge, drinking a soda and waiting. It wasn't going to college, but it would do.

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"I am not people, and no one lets me do anything," Illyria said, folding her arms. "He came and went as he pleased," she admitted, "but seemed to have a fondness for throwing himself at my fist. I encouraged it."

Didi folded her arms right back. "I'm not people either, but I still have to follow some rules," she said. "And hey, you liked beating him up and he liked getting beat up, no skin off my nose. Did you leave him at home?"

There was something, yes. Not people. "I was--" Sent. "--Advised to travel to this school. I didn't require his accompaniment." He hadn't offered to come.

She didn't unfold her arms. "Gods make their own rules." A truth and a lie. She'd made her own rules once.

"Gods always say that."

And Didi usually came for them, too, once people stopped believing in them. In the end, she was always there.

Illyria's eyes narrowed to ice-blue slits. "You...are a Power." Of some sort, Something more than should be walking around in that shape, at least. "In a human body. Why?"

"I'm Death," Didi said. "I have to be mortal one day a century. This time I got stuck. I don't mind it. There's ... life to live."

She didn't ask if Illyria did mind it, since obvious answer was obvious. "What happened to you?"

Death. Illyria had been called that before, in the days when no one measured days and her breath could topple empires, but it had been flattery, not truth. There were greater powers than her, and older.

Though possibly not more bitter. "I died."

"Oh."

A moment of quiet, there. Not sympathy -- it wasn't a terrible thing -- but respect.

"And you came back."

"I was brought back." She lifted up one almost-bony hand, and her dismissive gesture took in the bus stop and most of the universe beyond it. "The world is less than what it was."

"I think it's about the same," Didi said. "The details change, but ... there's still air and trees and water. They have hot dogs and music and fish food. You probably just aren't paying enough attention."

Illyria dropped her hand and crossed her arms again - less stubborn than enclosing, this time. "I can't hear the trees anymore."

"They talk to you?" Didi said, and corrected herself. "They did."

In the most technical of senses, she was there at the end for trees, too, but she wouldn't say she talked to them.

"They don't speak." Illyria shook her head. "But they sing."

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