Private | Phone to Finnick

[witchwoman]

[Getting to know Finnick was a double edged sword for Myri. She enjoys being closer to him, but now her worry is increasing each day. We'll assume that in the giant Italian villa, Myri has a room to herself for the night, which is when she decides to try out that... phone thing.

Ring, ring- a witchwoman is calling you, Finnick.]

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[65]

Something like that. I'm constantly at parties, all over magazines ... it's not terribly different from my life before, really. I'm used to the fame.

[witchwoman]

Well, that doesn't seem dangerous at all. [More teasing, though she does sound relieved.]

[65]

[he's grinning now.] Not unless the fans get too out of hand.

[witchwoman]

[She remembers the way the fans acted at Rafael's concert, and wonders if it's the same for Finnick now.]

You must make another promise, then. A promise to not forget us for all your fame.

[65]

Forget you? Don't be silly, that's impossible.

[witchwoman]

[There was a time when Myri would have liked nothing more than to be forgotten, but when he says it, she smiles and ducks her head- even though he can't see her try to avert her gaze.]

I'm glad to hear it. With the way these trips take unpredictable turns, I don't know when we'll all be reunited. [Oh right. The rest of the group exists. Whoops.]

How are the others?

[65]

[it's okay, girl. judging by the way he used "you" instead of "we", he forgot all those other people existed a long ass time ago.]

They're doing well, I think. I don't get to see them very much, what with all the partying and carefully crafting my image. What about your group? They haven't torn each other apart yet, have they?

[witchwoman]

[She laughs lightly.] Dumage has been gone for the majority of the trip, so the conflict has been nonexistent, honestly. Italy is a beautiful place.

Buffy's been invited for a ride in a very bright car. We're waiting for her to return.

[She doesn't want to talk too much about their plan since... someone could be listening.]

[65]

With who? Rafael? [finnick doesn't have those kinds of scruples, apparently.]

[witchwoman]

Mmm [She says in agreement.] Personally, I was more fond of his horses.

[65]

Do you ride?

[witchwoman]

When I was a young girl, my caretaker had a horse. She taught me enough to be able to sit upright.

But they were not a luxury I was afforded on my travels after she died.

[65]

That's a shame. I never did. There aren't many horses out on the seashore, you know.

[witchwoman]

But I'm sure you saw plenty of wonderful creatures. [Myri hasn't seen much open water. The Great Bay in her own world is an area she has visited a few times in her life, but never enough to really explore the wildlife.]

Pets or something of the like?

[65]

No pets, but there were a lot of sea turtles nearby. I always liked swimming as close to them as they'd let me.

[witchwoman]

Did you ever touch one?

[65]

A few times. Once, [he chuckles a little to himself before launching into the story] I had this hat, and I left it on the beach while I was out swimming. I came back just in time to see a sea turtle starting to swim off for it. I could have went after him but I figured, why bother? If he went to all the trouble to get the thing, he deserved it.

[witchwoman]

[A light string of laughter comes from Myri.]

Perhaps when we return to London, we can find a new hat for you.

[Excuses to hang out? Maybe.]

[65]

I would like that very much. You never know when you might need a hat. [or a lame excuse to hang out with a pretty girl.]

[witchwoman]

[More laughing, and then for the sake of not babbling into forever, we'll say that Myri hears a door open.]

I think Buffy's back. I should probably go. I'll talk to you soon?

[65]

Yes, soon. It's all right, I have to get back to the famous life. ... It was nice to talk to you.

[witchwoman]

You too. [She pauses, slightly flustered on how to go- mostly because she doesn't want it.]

Goodbye [click]