Time moves on, as it always does, and this morning, this encounter, went too fast, and yet left a print upon the rest of their days, in some way or another.<br/><br/>Mill made breakfast for them, waffles and fruit, juice, and toast, Arella waking up, her pudgy hands shoving the food in her mouth, and an overall pleasant time. Solas, already late for the race, left after a sobering farewell to Millicent and Arella; both females having a hard time with not only what transpired the day before, Arella now in a body and given life, Millicent having her daughter back, seeing Izzy after all these years, and Solas.<br/><br/>Days continued on, Izzy, Mill and Arella shopping, spending time together as it permitted.<br/><br/>Mill and Arella began a routine, waking, breakfast, visiting Izzy's floral shop daily, laughter and Arella always helping out, sometimes a little too much, around the shop; lunch, much time spent outdoors and around the streets and shops, Mill helping Arella to adjust to the new age she is in now. Dinners were quiet, and finally bath time for each, and sleep.<br/><br/>Mill refused to feed from strangers as of the night she fed from Solas, it was simple; he was her source, and that was that. Arella fed daily from Millicent, a daunting task, but one necessary for the little girl.<br/><br/>Millicent, as the days passed, wondered more and more of Solas; questioning his return. Their past never handed a fate that they would have a 'normal' life, as far as normal could be for beings of their nature. His words of strength, and his wondernment of why she was so terrified of the being that hunted Arella, was something he would never understand, unless he faced the evil One himself.<br/><br/>Regardless, she kept her daughter close, spent many, many hours teaching of 'stranger danger', and to never leave her side. Millicent knew, Arella was strong as well, and in time, would easily be able to defend herself. She was intent to be a strong role-model for Arie, and she never allowed her emotions to show through to Arella about her fears for the man that hunted the little one, nor her concerns of Solas.<br/><br/>Millicent found some inner peace in knowing, that if, once again, he was pulled from her life, she would always have a part of him.<br/><br/>She gave no thought, nor felt any danger in New Orleans, and was determined to stay there; she had a friend, Arella was happy, and she had all the time in the world to enjoy with her. Money was not an issue for them, as Millicent had accrued more than they would spend in centuries tucked away, from a time far behind them, when Arella was as alive as she is today; when princes and princesses roamed this world, and their home, was their castle.<br/><br/>These days, drifted on and on, and they were content; forgetting about the clock, and how it never stands still.