<div style="text-align: justify;"><div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/c/cc/CatMoore01.jpeg)</div><strong>NAME:</strong> Melody Fairchild-Harrow<br/><strong>WEARING:</strong> As pictured<br/><strong>LOCATION:</strong> Lunchtime excursion in 'mundane' Vancouver<br/><strong>TIME:</strong> Late morning<br/><strong>CONTENT:</strong> Curiosity and embarrassment<br/><strong>TAGGING:</strong> Kaspian, Kaleigh, Open<br/><hr/><br/>"Don.  Constance.  Right."<br/><br/>Melody's muttered response rather better fitted someone trying to lodge important elements of a briefing in her memory than a simple excursion to grab a little food.  But she quickly conjured up a nervous little smile, nodding.<br/><br/>"I was able to help?  Heh.  That's good.  Really, I'm glad.  Though I'm, ahh, sorry to hear that your childhood was so challenging.  I apologise for complaining about mine!"<br/><br/>Then Kaleigh received her own bashful smile.<br/><br/>"There are a few stories of Downworlder blood among the Shadowhunters, at least if you go digging... or are at the sort of events where people try to blacken the reputations of other lineages."  Melody shrugged amiably, even as she rolled her eyes.  "Of course, some of them might actually be <em>true</em>.  A few generations back, one side of my own family - <em>not</em> the Fairchilds - apparently had a union or two with 'scandalous' partners.  But not in my direct line, for good or ill...  But, ahh.  Sorry.  I'm stalling.  Onwards to lunch!"<br/><br/>Doing her best to look hopeful, Melody ventured another smile at both her companions.<br/></div>