The Seiflora Garden

A tall Elfin woman stands in a wild garden full of lush greenery. The dill weeds around her tickle her ankles as she moves gently through them. This might not be the most common way that people move through gardens, but her and her grandmother have most of their backyard filled with plants, which leaves little room for alley-ways. Besides, Miranda's always careful, and it makes her feel closer to her element this way. She is pouring some water out of her heavy-looking watering can. While doing this, she feels the plants rapidly perk up. It has been a particularly dry spring this year, and she knows that the sprinklers around their house have not been working all that well lately. On the other side of her, she can smell the sweet fragrance Arabian Jasmine flowers which are so strong they cut through the spicy scent of the dill around her. The flowers now sparkle prettily in the late afternoon sun, recently watered.

Behind her, she hears the higher voice of one of her best friends, Sky, whose talons hit against the wizened oak tree’s trunk they’re sitting on a branch in. Miranda gently places the watering can to the side and bends over to pull the few weeds that have deigned to grow over the last few days. Miranda sighs softly with resignation and she summons her vines to pluck the errant plants faster and easier. Her pointed ears flick towards Circe’s laughter from where she is seated on another of the poor tree’s branches. She tunes into the conversation between Sky and Circe who sit in the shade of the tree's branches.

“Why would she even do that though?” Sky questions with a befuddled turn of their top set of hands. Their blonde hair is haloed by the sun behind them. They wait somewhat impatiently for a response and twirl a clump of their head-feathers around a claw.

Both Circe and Miranda gaze fondly at them, a bit awestruck at how angelic the Siren looks. Circe taps her claws against her thigh, and Miranda completely still with her watering can grasped in her hand.

Finally, Circe shakes her head and gives a shrug to Sky with a confused noise that sounds a lot like ‘I don’t know’. She pulls her phone out of her shorts' pocket and turns it on. With another hand, she burns the pile of weeds that Miranda has just vanquished from her beloved plants.

At her blase response, Sky crosses all three sets of their arms. Then, they sigh. They spontaneously decide to jump from their perch in the tree. Sky lands with a little stumble and squeak, and run their middle set of claws down their t-shirt. They giggle as they land. Sky wiggles their wings and cracks their neck then their back. They toss back their narrow, but muscular shoulders and right themselves none too gently.

Circe snorts under her breath at Sky’s poor landing. “You’re the most graceful.” She states sarcastically. “Also! Stop forgetting that you can fly!” She shouts will a poorly repressed groan. During this, Circe absently fiddles on her phone with one set of hands and shoves her cheek into one of her unoccupied hands. Her claws clack rapidly as she types out something. Her legs dangle in the air and she swings them back and forth. Her four crimson eyes begin to glow brighter as the sun starts to set and casts the entire garden in shade.

Miranda nods minutely at Circe’s assessment with a small giggle behind her hand after processing and realizing it was sarcasm. She hums quietly as she continues to water and tend to her plants. She unintentionally gets closer to the two of her friends while walking through her group of tomato vines.

“Well you’re real helpful!” Sky shouts sardonically with a toss of their hands, and a furrow of their eyebrows. They shake their head with a small smile at Circe’s comment on their apparent lack of grace. They seem to nod in agreement. “Also oopsie! Sorry!” Sky responds regarding them constantly forgetting that they can fly. They toss their hair out of their face and stick out their tongue.

These actions weren’t made to make their apology seem in-genuine, which, fortunately, Circe is aware of as she's known Sky for so long. Not as long as Miranda has however, which is always a tiny thorn in Circe's side, poking sharply at her insecurities.

The Angel-Demon responds to Sky’s sass with another shrug. “Also, I never actually claimed to care.” Circe notes, lacking any real venom or heat, her braid whips around as she shakes her head.

Sky is silent for a bit. Then, a sudden, agitated flare of Sky’s aura causes Circe to peek down from her perch in the tree. The angle is odd, so it’s hard for her to see Sky’s face as all she sees is their long hair. She decides to fly down, her smoky grey feathers made warmer in the fading light. Her landing is more graceful than Sky’s earlier stumble and she plants her talons firmly in the rough drought-resistant crab grass at her feet.

Now she can observe the Siren’s normally pale face, and it’s even paler. Their usual blush has all but faded. Their light brown freckles are stark on their gaunt, pallid face. Sky’s eyes are blown wide and their jaw is slack. Their brows are lifted, then furrow. They stand stock-still and their tail and wings are tense behind them. They anxiously reach up to start to scratch at the scars under their forearms; they make a visible effort to abort this action.

“What’s wro- oh!” Circe begins to question with a head tilt as she notes with alarm that the eye in the middle of their forehead is open. Guess the scar finally healed huh? She thinks worriedly. She nibbles on one sharp, ink-stained claw, which is very close to the natural color of the rest of her skin.

At Circe’s voice, Sky startles, wiggles their body, and rearranges their face to eliminate their previous expression of shock. Their tail and wing feathers rustle to release their built-up tension and they slap on a smile. “It’s nothing to worry about Doll! It’s just, I need someone to re-slice and curse my awful eye again!” Sky chirps with false cheer, they gnaw on one thumb-claw. They pat Circe’s head with one hand as they summon a holographic, wickedly sharp switchblade with another hand.

The knife is very apparent in its fill of dark magic, which hits Circe deep in her gut. First painfully, then soothingly. She shakes it off with a ruffle of her wing feathers. Her leopard tail swipes behind her as if she's readying to pounce over.

Sky flashes their sharp canines in an anticipatory grin at their longest-term best friends. “Sooooo… Who’s turn is it?” They ask as they tap the dull edge of the blade on their cheek, they almost hit the sharp end on the thick skin there. “You know I always forget who’s turn it is, even during my therapy sessions with my patients! They often have to remind me! Sometimes they probably lie and get even more turns in! You know how kids are!” Sky rambles with a fond grin on their face.

Miranda raises her hand. She waves it slightly in the air to get the Siren’s attention. She does this while she is kneeling in her tomato plants. Her watering can has since been discarded in the commotion.

Sky turns toward her. “Yes? Miri!” Sky asks with a rapid head nod; as is typical, their crest feathers bob along. They point at Miranda during their questioning and do a little twirl in place while speaking.

Miranda spits out her necklace to speak. “It is… my turn.” The Elf straightens up and determines with one hand pointed at her chest. She taps herself twice with one finger for good measure, then she puts her hand out, palm up, expectantly.

“To what? Oh! To cut open my eye, yes!” Sky chuckles then agrees excitedly. They hand her the knife blade-first, because they just seem to think that’s the fastest and safest way to give it to someone. They are wrong. This tends to happen about tool and utensil safety and use when it comes to Sky.

Miranda eyes it with a slight knitting of her brows. Then she grabs it at its hilt, brushing Sky’s fingers lightly. “Come here. And stay… still.” Miranda commands with the most authoritative voice in her arsenal, she hooks her finger in a 'come hither' gesture. Little vines sprout around Miranda’s bare feet as she plants them in the ground to steady herself. Both the vines and her feet help her stay in place and not make a lunge towards Sky like she currently feels the urge to.

A pleasant shiver goes down Sky’s spine as they let go of the knife. “Oh! I quite like that!” Sky trills regarding the command. “And okie dokie artichokie!” They move closer, compliantly with a little skip in their step. As Sky’s talons hit the vines, they rapidly wither, brown, and curl inwards.

Miranda looks baffled at, rather over, Sky. “You should… as it means… that your eye will… be closed.” She finally responds. Miranda looks down at them with a slight frown as she feels her small vines die so quickly in Sky’s presence. This often occurs with the Deity of Chaos and Death. This doesn’t mean that the Goddess of Order and Life always has to like it though, even though she appreciates and enjoys their company. She awkwardly stands with the knife in her hand, waiting for Sky to give her verbal consent.

Nearby, the Goddess of Balance, Circe, watches the whole exchange with thinly veiled amusement and fascination. Circe's smile grows large on her face, exposing her sharp teeth. Her usually slit pupils become rounder as she observes what she presumes is Sky’s, frankly, bizarre form of flirting, and Miri’s resultant confusion. Of course, if this were Circe, she’d respond with the like, however, it wasn’t directed at her. Though, she still enjoys the show unfurling around her.

Sky tilts their head at Miranda’s words in bewilderment. Then they straighten up, physically speaking at least. “Miri, sweetie, no, that’s not what I meant.” Sky chuckles and their glowing, golden eyes crinkle at the edges. They gently pat Miranda’s shoulder with one of their bottom set of hands. Sky quickly drops their hand after patting it thrice. "Also, you can cut me open now!" They chirp.

“Please… For fuck’s sake. Stop moving.” Miranda orders as she grabs Sky’s chin to tilt it upwards. Her ears twitch and she smirks when Sky’s breath audibly hitches. “Good Siren.” She pats them on their head with her elfin smirk still present.

“Still don’t have a praise kink.” Sky murmurs out of the side of their mouth, trying to move as minimally as they can. All six of their hands tremble with their strained efforts.

Circe’s gapes as she feels very much like she has missed something very vital. Like the context of the conversation. Her eyes flit from side to side to attempt to understand it all.

Miranda giggles softly behind one hand. “I am aware. But I do.” She says and moves the knife closer to Sky’s forehead. “Ready?” Miranda asks with an askew motion of her head.

“I know that as well!” Sky cheers with a cheeky smile. Then, Sky looks directly in the Elf’s lightly glowing green eye. They nod rapidly with a jerky wiggle of their crest feathers. “Yeah.” They mutter dreamily. Sky rolls their shoulders back, with a fluttering of their wings. “Hell yeah!” They exclaim with a fist pump. Their tail wags excitedly behind them.

Miranda waits patiently with a pull back of the knife while Sky is unintentionally non-compliant. A small, fond smile is affixed to her round face.

Circe’s gaze darts between the two with no small amount of confusion. What the fuck did she miss when she was asleep and they weren’t? Did this happen last night after they sparred? She had so many questions. She fidgets with the end of her shorts.

Sky cowers back apologetically. They hunch in so far that their proportionally large wings reflexively flex and cover up their torso. Sky then pulls their wings back with a fluffing up shake. Sky snaps upright. “Sorry about that! Now I’m ready Miri!” They apologize and once again struggle to stay still.

Miranda glides closer to them. Again, she holds onto Sky’s chin with one hand, tilting their face up. She holds the knife steady as Sky closes their eyes. As soon as she thinks that they won't move their head, Miranda lets go of their chin and uses her free hand to close their center eye.

Sky had never has any control of whether their center eye was closed or not. They can blink it, but that's about it. Instead of a slit pupil like in Sky’s other eyes, the center eye contains a darker golden swirl which is now covered by both a translucent eyelid, and an opaque one.

The Elf slices through their currently closed middle eye. Sky’s warm, golden ichor bubbles rapidly out.

Sky’s breath catches in their throat and they release a soft hiss of an exhale through their nose. Some of their ichor hits the grass and it sizzles; the strong acid eating away at the protective cell walls of the plants.

Circe frowns at this, the other two don’t notice, completely enthralled with each other. She shrugs and regrows the grass. Miri would go bat-shit if she saw what had happened to her beloved plants. Even this awful grass. Circe thinks with barely repressed worry and slight disgust. She crosses her top set of arms while the other set re-plaits the bottom of her pitch black hair. Circe doesn’t visually pay attention to her head-feathers as she braids them because of her deep interest the two humanoids in front of her.

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Miranda hungrily watches Sky’s ichor slide down their sharp nose, over their rosy lips, where their tongue darts out to catch some of the drops. Miranda appears inspired by this action and runs the tip and body of her tongue from the base of their nose up through their middle eye. The woman runs the thick miasma of cursing-magic through her tongue that is imbued into Sky’s flesh before their fast healing can kick in. She hums appreciatively as the spicy-sweet ichor hits the back of her throat.

Sky’s eye seals closed. Their hearts beat wildly out of their chest. A shot of heat rushes downwards, whether from the pain, Miranda licking them, or a mixture of the two is unclear. They roughly ruffle it away with a shake of their feathers. Their other two eyes flutter open. Sky’s long eyelashes brush their cheekbones during this action. They have to blink their eyes and flap their top set of hands multiple times to self-soothe. “Thank!” Sky breathes out though a barely suppressed sigh. They fly up a tad and gently shove their newly, partially healed forehead-scar into Miranda’s solar plexus. Sky’s feathery ears twitch towards Miri’s barely audible, ragged breathing.

“Welk.” Miranda responds huskily. Her head hooks over Sky’s, her feet still firmly planted in the ground. She wraps her arms around Sky’s upper back, right above the base of their wings. This way she can be felt on their back as Sky is numb where their burn scars linger below the base of their wings. Then, she pulls the Siren tighter to her body.

Sky responds to this embrace with a squeak. They tense at first, but quickly melt in Miranda’s familiar embrace, which they reciprocate with four of their six arms. “Hey.” Sky all but whispers with a breathy voice. Their eyes flick towards the women around them. They stare at Circe's crimson eyes for awhile, and the Demon-Angel's body visibly stiffens as if caught being some sort of a voyeur. Her eyes dart away.

The sun has finally set, all three of the non-human humanoids’ eyes glow brighter in the dusk. Sky can’t see worth shit in the poor lighting. Their night-vision was destroyed long ago, and everything would be blurry even if they were wearing their glasses. The only things that they can really see are the eyes of their companions and the few lights on in Miranda’s family’s house nearby. They hear movement about the house, so their ears flick towards the sounds.

“Hey.” Miranda responds with a longer than usual delay. She promptly shoves her necklace into her mouth and lightly sucks on it. It breaks the quiet for a bit. The two stare at each other, Miranda’s necklace sucking stops for a bit. Her eye is a lighter green when it glows in the darkness as she removes her head from atop Sky’s to peer at them.

Circe doesn’t respond. She’s sure she’ll break whatever this moment is, and she’s unsure if this greeting is meant for her as well. She searches both of their faces, but nothing is revealed. For someone who prides themselves in transparency and being obscenely emotive, Sky can be exceptionally difficult to read. Miranda is generally less expressive, but no less challenging to read her emotions on her face and body language.

Circe fidgets noisily by drumming all twenty fingers on the top of her thighs. She tries harder, looking for any atypical signs and signals that betray the other two’s emotions and her possible place and reaction in the situation. Both of them display neutral or relaxed auras, which is a good indicator of openness but… She doesn’t want to assume anything and be wrong.

“Wanna dance?” Sky awkwardly interrupts Circe’s musings. They back away far enough from Miranda to look back at Circe. They call to her with a point of one clawed finger. “You too Cirs’!” Sky welcomes her with a large smile and another beckoning finger.

Circe startles when she is addressed, she even jumps back. She quickly schools her shocked features into an impassive mask and crosses both sets of arms to appear calm and collected. Internally, she feels both of her hearts hammer in her chest and her face heats up.

Miranda nods after releasing her necklace, and then releasing Sky in short order. She is looking expectantly in Circe’s general direction as well. She hums lightly.

“I-I suppose? But, we can’t!” Circe responds, all four eyes blink in rapid succession, she throws two of her hands in the air and her wings flap flustered. Both of the other two humanoids tilt their heads in askance. “We don’t have any music!” She exclaims with some exasperation, her hands settle on her hips, and she stomps one of one of her talons through the coarse grass. Circe rapidly looks down and away from them. “You dolts.” She adds as a quiet afterthought, still staring at the ground.

Sky’s eyes, minus the recently scarred one, squint at Circe. They let out a scoff and roll their eyes after they widen them to their neutral position again.

The Demon-Angel re-crosses all of her arms and looks up and in the other direction with a ‘tsk’ sound. “What?” She asks harshly, tossing her top set of hands to the side. She finally looks at Sky, who begins to giggle.

Sky all-but slaps a pair of their hands on either side of their best friend’s cheeks. This forces Circe to look at their amused visage. They furrow their eyebrows in concentration. Their legs float up in blatant disregard for gravity behind their mostly still torso. Their face relaxes. "You're soo cute!!" Sky coos at her.

Circe’s brows furrow back at them and she emits a growl deep in her throat, which does very little to dampen Sky’s newly-minted good mood.

Sky’s grin visibly widens, mischievous and pointed. They give an emphatic flap of their wings from where they now lounge in the air. They lazily flop onto their abdomen in the lower atmosphere, somehow still cradling Circe’s cheeks in their hands. “Come on Neurologist. My doctor. Tell me, what skills do I possess?” Sky purrs deeply and rolls all of their 'r's with hooded eyes while invading Circe’s personal space. They know where she is, not by sight, but by following her spiky red energy. The aura described above surges drastically before evening out. Sky is close enough to feel her breath on their face.

“Beyond being an annoying little bird? I guess you can sing.” Circe mutters with faux irritation and an eye roll. She crosses her arms as she looks away with a huff. "Also fuck you! I'm not cute!" She argues with an angry finger jab, her face heats up too.

“I mean I do also possess a smartphone and the ability to use it effectively to play music. However, I have other skills ya’ know, what with me being a Siren and all.” Sky drawls. Their smile grows wider as they place the back of their top set of hands under their chin. They wait for Circe to process this statement while kicking their legs around in the air. Fortunately, neither woman is behind them, as they’d get a nasty swipe from their talons. Both of them would likely not want to experience that again, outside of certain activities… such as sparring together.

“What are you…? Oh huh. Yeah.” Circe comments mostly to herself with a self-satisfied nod and a little smile. She had become distracted by daydreams of what other things Sirens were also notoriously good at. Circe’s also become involved with the ends of her head-feathers that she’d re-braided earlier; evidently she hadn’t re-done it well enough for her tastes earlier. Her night-vision fortunately is in full-effect as her hair would have faded easily into the darkness surrounding them.

Miranda deftly and near silently pads over to stand behind Circe and gently leans her arms across Circe’s shoulders. This startles her and knocks the other woman’s braid from her hands, so she gives up on it with a tiny huff. Miranda rests her cheek on her own upper forearm while still leaning on Circe’s shoulder.

Both women wait for Sky to make sense of what they’ve said and possibly to clarify it as a result.

“Yup! Very good! You’re right! We can make beautiful music… together!” Sky shouts with a splay of hands and fingers that end with six jazz hands.

This does not really clarify much, and the others are left feeling a bit out of the loop.

“I- uh what?” Circe squeaks and quickly attempts to settle herself. She squints her eyes at the being facing her and she absently pets Miranda’s head.

Miranda leans into the touch as Circe cards her fingers through the Elf’s micro-vines. She hums happily and her thin tail wriggles behind her.

Sky sits upright in the sky with their legs crossed. They startle even more upright when they realize what they’ve said and its implications. A brilliant blush diffuses across their face and their previously half-mast eyes from earlier widen. Their eyes cast shadows on their cheek bones more effectively now as a result.

“Whoops! That might’ve been too forward! But you know what I meant!” Sky corrects with a finger wiggle of mock-accusation at the last bit.

The other two laugh at this, Miranda’s is a bit later and fainter than Circe’s is.

"Yeah sure we did!" Circe intones dripping with sarcasm. "Wait, what did you mean by 'too forward'?" Circe demands with a set of her hands on her hips.

“Or it could be just me singing and making the music, it’s whatever.” Sky shrugs and comments halfheartedly, they push on past explaining themselves.

“What.. did you mean?” Miranda asks while staring at her own wiggling fingers in front of her face. She’s still crouched and leaning onto Circe’s shoulder. She’s leaned in towards Sky a bit and her pointed ears are directed at them.

“It’s usually an idiom! But I meant it literally this time!” Sky says and gesticulates wildly, nearly hitting the two in front of them with the top set of their claws. “Also I can sing by myself if necessary!” They add on in a desperate attempt to redirect the conversation.

“Thank fuck… that it is only the three of us…” Miranda begins to say. She stops wiggling her fingers in front of her eye.

“Why?” Sky interrupts. They stand up and bounce in the air, they circle the girls all the while.

Circe follows this motion with her eyes, but Miranda doesn’t, and instead her ears twitch erratically. She wears a small smile.

“You speak... so fast. It would be even more… difficult to… understand you with more people… involved.” Miranda finishes, still not looking at the flapping and circling Siren.

Now they are skipping around the two women. “Sorry about that! I just have! So much! Energy! That I don’t! Know what! To do! With!” Sky shouts between each landing, their feet never quite touching the ground, instead appearing to prefer to slightly solidify the air above the ground to bounce off of.

"I still... do not understand you." Miranda comments a touch sadly, her eye flits rapidly at Sky as they stop pacing.

"I'm sorry Miri? I really don't think I'm that hard to understand? Or like complicated? I'm literally just a person!" Sky exclaims sounding extremely distraught.

"Dude, Sky, chill out. It's okay, she probably just means the figurative language or whatever." Circe explains with a hands up placating gesture at the Siren.

Sky releases an exasperated groan and shoves their head in their hands. "I didn't mean to sound so upset! Damn it!" Their voice is slightly muffled during this. They then remove their hands from their face. "My tonal modulation could still use some work I guess to match my emotional state!" They shout, and then cringe, their wings pull back at this. "My volume modulation could definitely use some improvements as well." They continue with a slightly harrowed look on their face.

"That makes you sound like a voice synthesizer." Circe jokes. "Somebody should've tuned you better! Or maybe you'll be easier to tune in the next update?" She inwardly flinches, hoping that it'll land well and not make Sky upset.

Sky giggles at this. "Damn, I hope they at least add a patch or something soon! I have no idea when Sky V2.0 or whatever is coming out, and I don't want to have to wait any longer!" They continue with the bit and Circe's eyes light up with mirth.

"Sky?" Miranda asks, and they look up at her with a nod. "I think... you are already... perfect. No patch or... update necessary." Miranda states genuinely as she fiddles with the middle of her skirt. "But, you all are... very funny." She continues softly.

Sky's feathery ears tilt towards her, their face softens as they process what she's said. "All two of us? And thank you Miri! I think you're super great too!" Sky titters and flies over to pat Miranda's fluffy pink head.

"Thank." Miranda responds with a close-mouthed grin.

"Of course!" Sky says.

Suddenly, all three of the non-human humanoids' ears turn at the sound of Miranda's grandmother calling her in from their back patio. Tonight must be the night she's staying over.

"Miranda!" She calls with her hands cupped around her mouth. "Honestly, where has that girl gone off to?" Miranda's grandmother remarks quietly to herself with her hands on her hips. "Oh! My word!" She exclaims with a hand to her chest as Sky flies over and almost runs into her.

"Hi Miss Opal! I'm sorry! Miri is coming! She's in the garden!" Sky shouts with barely any pauses for air. They land harshly and rush up to hug her.

"It's alright darlin'! Are you okay? You gave me a right scare there!" Opal soothes and pats Sky's back under their wings, then she releases them.

Circe flies over with Miranda tailing her, both are going at a leisurely pace. Sky turns and grins at them both, then they take off and sidle over next to Circe who still hovers in the air in front of the Seiflora women.

"Hello Grammy." Miranda greets towering over her grandmother who peers up at her.

"Hi baby." She responds back, hugging the woman who has been taller than her since approximately she was in fifth grade. When she lets go, Opal turns to the other two who appear to be bickering over something that is incomprehensible to the only human there. "Now, are y'all gonna stay tonight or what?"

"I'm staying with my mama tonight." Circe reports with an averted gaze, her arms crossed.

Sky looks startled at her and sends a meaningful look in her direction.

Circe glares back at them with a frown. "What do you want?" She huffs out at them. "I'm sorry?" She says at Opal in attempts to placate the Siren, who still narrows their eyes at her. "Thanks for the invite. Maybe next time." She then turns to Sky. "There! I was polite! Was that what you wanted you ridiculous waterfowl!" She questions angrily.

Sky gives her an enthusiastically approving nod. "Yeah! Yes! Thank you! That's what I wanted! Well even more honestly! I just wanted you to be a tad less hostile!" They clap excitedly with a grin and pat her head. "I'm very proud of you Cirs'! You did great! Nice job being civil!" Sky cheers.

Circe rolls her eyes as her face burns at the praise. She mutters a 'tch' like an anime rival, being very glad that no one can see her overwhelming blush on her dark cheeks.

Both of the Seiflora women look on with amused faces, Opal's more pronounced than Miranda's is.

Sky continues to grin for awhile at Circe, then they face Opal again. Their grin rapidly falls. "Also, I'm terribly sorry, but I can't tonight! Leslie and Mariah have some sh-stuff that they need my help with! But I'll probably walk over tomorrow morning if that's okay?" Sky tilts their head questioningly.

Circe mutters Leslie's name with a lot of vitriol and Sky frowns at her. "Also, I'm leaving now. Bye." Circe comments as she turns and gets ready to fly away.

"Wait!" Sky shouts and Circe listens. "Say hi to your mama and brother if he's there for me please!" They beg and Circe nods. They flit over to face her quickly kiss her cheek, then fly away with a: "Love you miss you nigh' night!"

Circe visibly tenses, her face flushes harder. "Love you miss you nigh' night too." Circe mumbles back as Miranda pets her head as a farewell and says the same thing that Sky does. "Uh, bye!" The Demon-Angel puts her face in her hands and dazedly teleports away.

Opal laughs at Circe being so flustered. "Yes dear, it's fine if you come over tomorrow, we'd be absolutely delighted!" She responds after she turns back to face Sky.

"I would... enjoy that as well." Miranda remarks, looking at her wiggling fingers again.

"Yay! Thank you so much!" Sky says with another excited hand clap. They then jump as their phone rings, they give Opal, and then Miranda a quick kiss on their cheeks. Miranda gets two cheek kisses and a similar goodbye that they gave to Circe before Sky picks up their phone and flies away.

Miranda's hands hold both of her cheeks with a dreamy expression. She then shakes herself out of it.

Now that the other two non-humanoids are gone, Miranda is left to trail after her grandmother, who shoots her a knowing look, that she misses as they enter the house out of the hot humidity of Florida's late spring and into the crisp and cool air conditioning.