And now Ricci stood before me as a young man, bones and marrow, beating heart, red faced and shallow breathing. I watched him looking at her while I gripped Arous’ small hand in mine.
“Come my Sulche, my sweet. Meet a visitor,” said the Diofe.
“Yes, Daddy,” said Arous. She ran to him and jumped into his lap.
“Dad! He a sleeping person? He all amber, like the Mist.”
The Diofe couldn’t help but laugh at her.
“You must put everything in a box. You are so human.”
“He came from the Mist?”
“No,” said Ricci. “I heard what a beautiful, special little girl you were. I came to see you.”
“See me?” Arous gasped. “Now, I famous as you, Daddy?”
The Diofe laughed again.
“No, sweetheart. He drove across the bridge. He’s from the Cusp of Alippiana.”
“Daddy, paint picture me and Eawi. Here are me and you and Eawi.”
“That was very nice of you and Edlawit,” he said looking down at the pictures.
“Love you, Daddy.”
The magic moving pictures were smeared with little girl fingerprints as the shapes danced. Ricci sat slackjawed.
“Wow. Those are good. How did you learn to do that, Arous?”
“SkinDancer teach me. And Daddy,” she gasped again excited. “Show you. Not since yesterday seen you me!”
Arous walked over to me. Edlawit was hiding behind my legs. Arous pulled her into view holding her by both hands and staring into her eyes. Edlawit grinned.
“Daddy, watch. Watch Daddy,” she paused. “And Daddy’s friend. Watch you me.”
In a flash there were two Edlawits standing there. Arous-as-Edlawit giggled and turned to Ricci.
“My special gift. Daddy?”
“She skin-dances?” Ricci turned to the Diofe but the Diofe didn’t answer.
Ricci turned back to Arous.
“That is special.” The way he smiled at her made the hair on the back of my neck take notice. “You are a very special girl.” Then he choked; Ricci was in love.
We all were in love with Arous. It was hard not to be.
“I love you, Daddy,” said Arous and Edlawit in stereo.
“Can we go play?” asked Edlawit.
“Of course,” the Diofe smiled holding each cheek in his hand. “Go see if Priscilla can tell you apart!”
Both girls raced out of the room calling “Pris, Pris!”
Ricci flinched so that his corkscrew hair covered his eyes.
He rose, nodded to the Diofe, walked out of the door and into his car in the driveway. He didn’t look back at Arous and he didn’t wave good-bye to us on the porch. He left the Bowl and our lives.
“Migi, who’s that? That man. Knows he me? Feel him I, Migi. Feel him.”
“He’s a young man leaving his life here and going to the City out west to make his fortune.”
“Oh.”
“We won’t see him again for a long time,” I said.
“Really? I make sure. Draw him me, next time. Remind you me.”
She jumped from my arms and ran off with Edlawit into the meadow. I got a glimmer of a vision of Miasmen and fading poisajos and a smiling Ricci: older, confident, charming. The sight vanished before I could place any of it. I didn’t think of it again until my mind-sight caught up with it in possible time thirteen years later on a night that was too warm for Spring.
By then, Edlawit had lost her little lamb and Arous had run away.
That’s when Arous met him. Them.
Even for me, it was hard to tell them apart, the loyal friend from the one loyal to Ricci. Edlawit would prove to be better at loyalty.
Once upon a time there were two Prince Charmings . . .