Peace...And yet...

Six years...it was a long time to be separated from someone, but then again ten years was longer than six, and that's how long she'd known one of the only people she'd ever trusted in her life. In fact, he was number one on her list despite the time and ocean that had separated them. And what had brought about Pix's rather nostalgic feelings? The lone image of the dark haired bloke on the edge of the lake, why, she had no idea.

As she did whenever arriving at a new place, especially one she was going to be spending most of her time at, the short sixteen year old searched for the most scenic area, camera in hand. Theo soft click of her camera was drowned out by the lapping of the waves, but rather suddenly she lowered the camera, letting it hang diagonally across her body by the strap. One gloved hand reached up to finger the goggles hanging around her slim neck. He had power, that was obvious by the fact that he was here at the school, but something about the energy she sensed was familiar, a dark brow lifted, wind blowing her short raven locks across her face and into her eyes as she watched the still figure.

When the stranger, who wasn't actually a stranger, stood and faced her, much the same reaction occurring with the shorter of the two. She was rendered speechless, perhaps a first for the sharp tongued clairvoyant who had a remark for every occasion. This was quite an unusual occasion however.

'Muff...why his energy was familiar...Muff...' she couldn't seem to grasp the nickname made up when the two learned to speak, or perhaps it was the one who went by the nickname that she couldn't accept. He'd grown, things like that tended to happen in six years, his body and facial features were older now, more mature, but his eyes were still the same. And it was then that Pix took off, her camera moving to her back, slapping into it with soft thuds as she jumped, wrapping her thin arms around his neck, shedding her mistrust, cynicism, all at the sight of the only one who'd ever understood her.

"Muff," she muttered like it was a blessing, her face burying into his neck, forgetting her disliking of physical contact as she was once again that ten year old girl who could always count on her best friend to help her forget her troubles. Her voice, while deeper in tone, still held the same melodic quality it always had.

She felt his head rest on her own, and was simply content to let him stay like that, until rational thought kicked in. People changed during adolescence, she certainly had, perhaps he had as well. Stepping back and lowering her arms, she spotted the tear, and the thoughts she'd began to entertain of him being different immediately left her consciousness, though Pix didn't step into his embrace once more. She did reach up, standing on her tip toes, a gloved thumb gently wiping the tear track away from his cheek.

"I knew I'd lost you," as she continued to speak, it became apparent that she'd lost the Texas twang, her words now carrying the clipped tone of a Brit. She didn't need to add that she'd missed him, that was obvious in the way she was looking up at him, happiness softening her delicate features.

"Well, no physical attacks are necessary," she replied vaguely with a small smile, still able to know his thoughts without him having to voice them. It was amazing that the years seemed to melt away, as if they'd never lost touch. Reaching behind her to lift the black camera to her eye, after which her finger quickly captured the image of his smiling face for eternity.

"How's Pop?" she asked softly, a bit hesitant as she let the camera reclaim it's position against her back, gloved fingers caressing the strap of the goggles around her neck.

Pix let the sigh of relief escape her pale pink lips, and with one last fond stroke of old-fashioned black goggles, her hand fell to her side. She smiled as he described the older man ranting, she could only imagine how it had gone, wishing she'd been there to see it. Pop had filled a void in her heart that'd been left when her father had died, and she'd really missed him.

"Do you ever visit him?" she asked curiously, innocently if you will, eyes wide as she looked up at him. Mischievous thoughts were running through her mind, the signs the same as when she was a child. Head tilted ever so slightly to the side, midnight eyes seeming to glow, and though it wasn't fully presented, it was clear that an impish grin was almost ready to make its full appearance across her lips.