[Chapter 3] Arizona Skies

The story of magic in North America.
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[Chapter 3] Arizona Skies

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Lovell sat in his truck. More specifically he had been sitting in his truck for some time now. Approximately thirty minutes, give or take. It was a chilly April afternoon, but the sun kept the cab of the truck at a comfortable temperature. Looking out the window towards Lake Superior, he grumbled about the chunks of ice still clinging to the shoreline. It had almost finished melting away the week before, but a snowstorm had blown in over the weekend; postponing the melt as well as dumping an unwelcome ten extra inches of snow onto the North Star state. The snow had melted down to a couple of inches left at this point, with a few large drifts left in shaded nooks of the small town that were mostly sand and torn up asphalt by this point. Springtime in Minnesota.

“Gotta love it,” growled Lovell. With a sigh he sat back in the driver’s seat and left his head bounce off of the headrest. He was dwelling, he knew he was dwelling, and had called himself out on dwelling a number of times already. He hated dwelling. He reached for the door handle, but withdrew for probably the eighth time.

“No,” he said, practically biting the air as he did. He reached for the handle for the ninth time. This time a satisfying clunk sounded as he swung open the door of the old Chevrolet. He had parked in one of the small parking lots on the inland side of Highway 61, and growled anew. This time it was as he looked across the road. A number of the properties along the shoreline had been bought out last season, and with the arrival of Spring construction was starting on a string of high end lakeside homes. Prime real estate once owned by the mom and pop shops were being turned into cookie cutter vacation homes for rich folk who wouldn’t even be in the town most of the year. They even were planning to install a private tennis court where the old bait shop was. Hell, even the best, or rather only, diner in town had been bought out and turned into some pretentious restaurant; the kind that has grill spelled with an e. Thankfully Hacksaw Sporting Goods wasn’t along the shore, so the young werewolf still had a place to sell the game he caught.

Complaining about encroaching civilization was not the point of his trip into town today, however. Shoving his keys into his jacket pocket, Lovell began to walk up the hill to the streets where most of the normalish people in Tofte lived. He could have parked closer, but he liked the walk; and he didn’t necessarily want to have been seen sitting in his truck brooding. A short while later he arrived at a quaint little house at the top of the hill that was nestled into the trees. A handcrafted sign by the mailbox read “Vaughan”. Quelling a sigh and refusing to slow down as it would suggest hesitation to anyone that might be watching him, he walked up to the door and knocked.

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As soon as Lovell knocked, there was a sudden scuffling sound followed by a sudden thud, followed by yet more scuffling sounds and then what sounded like a large, heavy object being dragged across a wooden surface. Next was what sounded like a set of doors being hastily slammed, then a few more thuds followed by the click of a door latching. Finally, the soft padding of tennis shoes on that same wooden surface could be heard, coming up to the door. Lovell would hear some chittering going on from behind the door, with hushed whispers in what sounded like Gaelic followed by a tiny thud and the pitter patter of tiny feet moving away from the door.

The wooden door finally opened, revealing a thin redhead in jeans and a T-shirt promoting some obscure Canadian punk band, wearing a pair of well-worn all-stars and a somewhat confused look on her face. "Can I help you, Lovell?" she asked, not certain why he was here, but rather glad to be seeing someone who understood 'her' world better, as the last few visitors were for her mother and were just mundane folk. It was clear that she had been cooped up for too long with no good enough reason to go out, though it finally thawing for spring meant that that would soon be over. Her last outing having been... treacherous... hadn't helped her case with her mother though.

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Lovell seemed to growl a bit, but Keelin would probably recognize it as one of Lovell's tics that he does when he's thinking. To punctuate this, he reached up and ruffled his hair a smidge while looking away. "Dad wanted me to stop by and invite you on a family trip we're taking. Specifically for training. Was gonna just be him and I, but I guess there will be some druids we'll be meeting so he wanted me to see if you wanted to come with," the wolfman seemed to say in a single breath. He had been sitting on it for a while, and was apparently relieved to have finally said it, as he stood a little straighter after the fact.

"From what I've heard, a couple of druids are tracking some magical beast, and asked Dad for help tracking it; and he got permission to bring us along as support."

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