I had a blue dream about a blue star. In it I drove there in my blue car. And when I got there, I met a blue dog with a blue tongue, we had some real fun. We bounced a blue ball. It broke a blue glass. We banged on blue drums and called it bluegrass. Guess the thing I'm trying to tell you, is that it's best kid if you're true blue. - Bright Eyes

Spring was symbolic of rebirth, but in reality, it represented the birth of one. The day itself was lost to Time's hand, sometimes cruel and sometimes kind. Viki had met her Uncle in the Inn one night, when the fog had claimed hold of her eyes and her thoughts were shallow and shattered at best.

"I want a dog."

Sid and Scottie had promised her a hound for quite some time, and the trio had made plans to go in search of one, one with speckles and a white backdrop, fulfilling her considerations with care, yet the warring with DCH and the upsets of a certain angelic variety and complications with a Black Wizard kept her from ever completing the mission.

But now, she had a reason.

"It was my birthday. I think I am one-hundred-five. Or maybe seventeen. Or maybe twenty. I do naut remember."

You are Spring tenfold, little seer.

So she prattled on while Lucky took notes, and the transaction ended with a promise and a half-trip Unhome (never fully, never fully, for the Lover would likely eat his eyes).

A week had passed, or was it two' The seer lost track of days. Sometimes she kept count of the number of times the sun sank over the horizon, but her record was often marred by her sleeping through it entirely, curled beside Domikai, or his imprint, if he was out.

A sudden breeze woke her, barreling through the nothing-door of their shell of a structure. She paused to shake off the snare of sleep and tuned in.

There is one in wait for you, a few miles off course. We recommend the mode you do not like, for it is faster and safer than traveling alone.

She eyed the lapel pin. It gleamed in the soft light. With some reluctance, she tapped it but once, and the patchwork princess blinked out of one place and reappeared in another.

That other being just outside the sprawling Estate of Blood House Onyx.

Slipper-shoes paved the way red as she traipsed past the willow tree. There would be no time for leafy exchanges today, though she blew kisses for it's bark. No, the seer was on a quest for another type of bark entirely, one that rang with high-pitched sound.

"Good day to you. I am Lucien Mallorek," announced her Uncle to the nondescript guard (were they ever very descript?), "I've a delivery."

The ball of color rounded his side, her palm pressed gently to his arm, a sizzle of warmth to catch his attention.

"His name is Jinx, for that was the name of his Father, and his Father before him." Singsong rang true. Like any living Tragedy, she would have a Jinx to track her heels.

Let us just hope Domikai agrees to this addition. Wolves are often picky about whom they let into their pack, packmate.