A sigh of relief was audible on the other end before he continued, "We're at the police station right now. Trying to get the Troll free. The hat I collected from earlier though...The Troll mentioned a type of Fey called the Nisse? I believe they are responsible for the Christmas Trees...and on top of that, this Troll thinks they might have taken a Troll Prince."

"A troll Prince? There is such a thing? Really? Well, we will be right down to the police station. See you soon. If you need us further, call my cell" she gives him her cell #.

She looks at the others "OK, lets get going. We need to go to the police station and bail out a troll"

Mouse tilts his head curiously as the Amara announced their change in plans.  Why, he wonders, would anyone want to help a troll?  Trolls, he thought everyone knew, were for biting.

His new friends seem to be okay with helping though.  So he would help the troll, but he would be prepared to bite if it became necessary.

Darren frowns, only having caught half the conversation.

He felt a lot braver about the prospect of looking at Christmas trees in the park than dealing with either trolls or policemen.

"So, right. What exactly is the new plan? You know, maybe I don't want to know. I'll let you take care of it and just follow along to give Mouse a nice walk, eh?"

"Well, I was hoping we could get a clue or two from the troll. I don't know much else to do other then see my air friends. But lets get out of here. You all want to take a cab or what?"

Darren strokes Mouse's neck.

"How are you with taxi rides, boy? I'll let you stick your head out the window."

Mouse turns his head to look at the human.  He somehow manages to raise an eyebrow at the human.  He does, in fact, love sticking his head out the window of a taxicab, who wouldn't.

He nods, enthusiastically.

Amara calls for a taxi to meet them down stairs. "I called a taxi, I keep it on speed dial in case I need it when I can't fly myself." she says with a grin.

She tries to call Breeze to see if they can meet up with right now. Otherwise they will head to the police station.

It took the "troll" party well into the evening to find the Troll and get him out of the holding cell at the police station.

After that, everyone was pretty tired, especially the troll.  It wouldn't make sense to link up there, because it would be well after midnight by the time anyone

So we are going to assume that it's actually the following morning, so the characters here and elsewhere can all be on the same time.

The Troll spent the night in someone's home, having no where else to go, and needing sleep.  Trolls sleep a lot, sometimes for years, but this awakes with a backache and jet lag in the late morning.

So... let me know where everyone wants to be and I can create the appropriate scene.  You can go on the trip to Central Park planned before, or check in with the Troll in the other thread.

But meanwhile, Amara calls a friend, a well known weather expert who is also known in Fey circles in the city.  But of course, outside of a few close friends, no one knows that this particular meteorologist happens to be a Fey.

She's got to work today, unless Amara convinces her it's very serious and she should take some time off... but she can meet over lunch, if Amara wishes.  Or after work.  Just name the time!

Amara asks Breeze  if they can meet over lunch. She is going to central park to check on an issue.  She explains what is going on and that there is a troll in town.

Amara talks to her friend...

Sylphs are creatures of the air, and generally have a touch of claustrophobia.  Sometimes a severe touch.  They prefer high places, and failing that, open places, and never closed in places or underground places.

If you are going to the park, I can meet you there," Breeze says over the phone.  We can have a picnic, or something like that.  We can meet at Columbus Circle... or the Plaza... oh, I also know where you can get French Macarons near there!"

Sylphs are also completely indifferent to cold temperatures.  They are naturally at home in the freezing air in the clouds, and tend to overlook things like "Humans generally do not picnic in November."

Sylphs are also know to favor light and airy foods.  The French Macaron is, to them, one of the finest desserts ever created.

Breeze is aware that Amara is also an "Air" creature and therefore something like a Sylph, but has never been clear on the details. Unlike the Library's crew, she doesn't spend a lot of time researching the habits of Fey.   She does feel that if Sylphs like something, like Macarons, then Amara would probably like it too.

"Breeze, A picnic is a wonderful idea. Come on down and we will meet you. I have a few friends with me. And I would LOVE some French Macarons!" she said excitedly as she thought what the hell are they? "See you soon Luv!" she hangs up and looks at the others OK, we are having a picnic at Columbus Circle or plaza, what ever it is"

Darren is pleased by this turn of events. Whatever the cause, a picnic sounds a lot more pleasant than meeting a troll and hanging out around prisoner bars.

"Looks like we get a walk outside after all, Mouse!"

Mouse looks up at Darren and winks, before nodding his great, shaggy head.

He turns his attention to Amara, tilting his head curiously.  He doesn't think he has ever tried a "french macaron".  This will be an adventure...

They meet outside near the Plaza Hotel, at the southeast corner of Central Park, where the horse carriages, tourists and the food carts gather.

Horses can sense Fey Folk.  The Veil does not fool them.  Fortunately, they have no way of communicating this to the carriage drivers tending them.

Sylphs are one of those beings that can almost, almost pass themselves off as Human even without the magic of the Veil.  She might, to an ordinary Human's eyes, appear to be a little too thin, too delicate... but most would guess she's sick, perhaps.  Or maybe a model.  They might question some other odd things, but with a quick encounter, most would never think anything but "Human".  Long hair, pale skin, and quick and graceful mannerisms, but Human.  Unless they realized she weighed less than a third of what someone her size ought to weigh... Sylphs are part Elemental Air, and as magical creatures, don't fully obey the Laws of Physics.



Breeze already has a bag of macarons, purchased from a nearby shop.  The puffy, airy, and adorably colorful cookies are everything a Sylph could like, and one of the reasons that they also tend to linger in Paris.  An assortment of rainbow colors in a bag.

She pauses when she sees this is a Library Meeting.  Sort of, at least.  She's heard of that dog, and she knows it is a sign of Serious Things Afoot.

"This is Library Stuff, isn't it?" she asks.  "Have I done something wrong?  I didn't mean to."

Most of the Fey who live in the city know there are limits to their behavior, guiding their interactions with Humans, and these limits are for their own good.  And also, the good of the Humans of the city, who outnumber the Fey well over a thousand to one and could be dangerous if it dawned on them that magical creatures actually live in the world.

Fey folk also know that breaking these limits attracts the attention of the Libray.

"We're still going to have a picnic, though, right?" she adds hopefully.

Amara waves her hand in a 'matter of course way'  "Oh yes, I would not miss a picnic with you. We are on library business but I was hoping you could help us, so of course you didn't do anything. So lets go find a good place to sit and have a picnic." She buys stuff for a picnic from the vendors and carries it into the park to looks for a nice and privet place to have a picnic.

She introduces everyone to Breeze and mentions Breeze is one of her favorite Fey.

Mouse sniffs at Breeze, learning her scent in case he should ever need to find her.  He then sniffs at the bag she carries.  His tail begins wagging slowly as he licks his chops.

He turns and follows Amara into the park.  His nose and ears are alert for danger, though his eyes are focused hopefully on the food Amara purchased.

"Library business!" Breeze says, not entirely surprised at this point but still worried.

"It isn't me, is it?  I haven't done anything wrong, not at all.  I know I'm with Humans most of the time, but I like what I'm doing, and they don't know... and I still have time."

The older members of the Library group know what she's talking about.  For the Fey who have adopted Human identities, sooner or later, there comes the problem of the difference in lifespans.  Immortals like Sylphs can't stay in the same place with the same name forever, someone will notice the fact that you haven't aged.  Some have it all worked out.  Every forty years or so, Codgery Tom starts talking about retiring "back to Ireland" and selling it all to his nephew, who is coming out to New York soon but already knows the whole business because they talk all the time.

"Bejeezus," Codgery Tom would say, "I've talked about you all to him so much he'd probably know you like he's known you for years, first time you meet him!"

Humans would generally not live long long enough to see this ruse work twice.  Codgery Tom has used it five times.

Breeze won't have as long.  A wrinkled old Irishman is one thing, but people will notice much sooner when a woman doesn't lose her youthful looks.

"Another decade I think," Breeze says, thinking about her future.  "If I stay past that we'll come up with something, right?"

"No, no, as I said, we just need your help. As a Sylph, I know you must see a lot form high up. You know I am not one right?" she says with a grin as they walk along.

The problem we have is hanging Christmas ornaments with ancient Norse Runes on them. Julian got a look at the person who was a little person that lost a red hat but could not fly, it ran. So not a pixie. We are also dealing with reports of 2 trolls that have shown up from Norway. We don't know if its coincidence or not. We are hoping to find some pixies to see if they know anything." she lets anyone else fill in anything she forgot.

Breeze is happy to hear she's not the one the Library is interested in.  She seems a little paranoid about that.

This time of year, finding picnic space in Central Park is not hard.  The weather is cool.  It doesn't stop everyone, and the group is far from alone, but the park seems more spacious than usual.  And there are still the sidewalk vendors in the Plaza area to supply the food.

"Pixies are psychotic," Breeze says, echoing an opinion held by many of the more mentally stable Fey.

She continues: "Still, it's not like them to flaunt the rules on a scale like that.  That's a pretty big prank.  You say it was a Little One, but not a Pixie... a Brownie would never do such a thing.  Pixies are in the park often, especially around the Children's Zoo.  Pixies have a fascination with children.  Not in a bad way... I think they just think on the same level.  I could do a flyover, and see if any are out there, if you want."

"Do you know any pixies who would be more inclined to go for bigger kinds of pranks?" Darren asks this slim waif of a girl. Now that they have been introduced, he notices there is something off about her, but he never would have picked her out of a crowd as someone supernatural.

"Oh, that would be fantastic if you could do a fly over Breeze. We can set up our picnic while your gone and eat when you get back. Look for pixies and a shot person. Thanks so much luv!" she says excitedly.

"The truth is... I've never met any Pixies I really like," Breeze says.  "I don't know any, on a personal level.  Too.. crazy for me."

Breeze is one of those Fey with a Human life, and not just that, but a serious one.  While many Fey take up various arts (the Goblins work in sanitation, but that, to them, is an art) Breeze is a meteorologist.  An unusually scientific profession for a Fey, and one that speaks of a personality that is very different from the chaotic, free spirited Pixies.

She realizes that it won't take so long to set up a picnic... but maybe time for a quick flyover, checking out a few likely spots.

"I won't be long," she says.  "Don't eat all the good stuff."

Breeze takes the air. The Library staff can see here white cloud-like wings... but she's just a misty shimmer in the air to everyone else.

She sets up the picnic but doesn't let anyone eat much till Breeze returns. She pours some wine into plastic goblets she got. "Don't worry she says to Breeze as she fly's off.

Mouse sat quietly by the food.

He watched the sylph fly off with a tilted head.  He had known a couple of sylphs in his day.  None of them were like this one, though.  She seemed more like a grown-up than the others had.

After she was out of his visual range, he returned his attention to the food.  He would guard it until she returned.
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