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Adam has been in Siren Cove for four days now and in those four days he's heard a lot of stories circulating around town about the current state of the Matriarch and the situation the sirens now find themselves in. For Adam, it works in his favour. His family has never belonged to any enclave, has never answered to any Matriarch and the problems going on now give him the opportunity to slip into town unnoticed.

It won't last, he's sure of that, but that doesn't mean he's not enjoying the chance to move into his new condo without worrying about how he's going to present himself.

Rather, he'd be enjoying himself if it didn't seem like the movers were going to drop ever second box. A year ago and Adam would have done it himself. A year ago he would have talked some friends into helping him, bugged his little brother until he agreed to drive the van, and they would have unloaded together. He would have bought beer and pizza -- or convinced someone to give him beer and pizza anyway -- and it would have been an experience, even if it hadn't been fun.

But now his brother is dead. Most of his friends don't call anymore. And Adam's scars prevent him from doing much of anything when it comes to moving boxes.

"Jesus Christ, I'm going to have a heart attack before this is over," he says loud enough for the movers to hear as they manhandle another box off the truck, nearly dropping it in the process. "Please don't kill all my things before they even make it inside."

[Adam's in front of his new condo, a lovely building near the beach. Dry run tags can be considered canon if you'd like, or if you want to start fresh, I'm okay with that, too. :D]

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Adam laughs a little and glances up at Davin before glancing down again. He's never been particularly quiet about his powers in places where he knows magic is both accepted and welcomed. It was different in New York, he'd had to be careful, but he's been taught from the time he was young to be proud of what he is, but also not to treat it as if it's some talent he's cultivated and worked hard at.

This is the way he was born. It's only luck that's given him this.

"Sirens in the original myths were bird creatures," he says, still smiling. He won't change, he hasn't changed since the car accident, not completely, but he can give little glimpses of it. When he looks up at Davin again, his eyes are the sharp yellow of an eagle. "I'm not sure when they were turned into creatures of the sea, but my grandmother always said that because we were the original form, our family must be very old. I have no idea if she was right."

Davin has heard about the original myths, but he's never really seen any evidence of them. When Adam looks at him with those bright yellow eyes, for a split second Davin feels a little like prey. His own irises crackle an electric blue for a moment, and he leans in curiously.

"My family is very old too," he tells Adam, blinking and then sitting up straight. "My gran leads the Kavanagh coven out o' Ireland. Been 'round for ages."

Davin smiles warmly and gives him a nod. "I bet your gran was right."

Adam blinks and his eyes are blue again, but not before he catches that blue energy crackling in Davin's. It makes him shiver a little, but then he grins and shrugs.

"Maybe she's right, but whatever it is, I think it's part of why my family never really joined an enclave," he admits. "Birds are rare. It's kind of strange to be the only family of birds in a group of fish."

He doesn't like the idea of having to answer to anyone either, but since Davin has told him he's close to the matriarch, he doesn't want to say anything that might be construed as being threatening. He's not here to cause trouble, he just wants to heal.

"Aye, that makes sense t'me," Davin says with a nod. He doesn't have any experience actually being in a coven, despite being a high ranking member of one, because his parents here before he was even born. Part of him does wonder what it would be like, if it would be like having a big, supportive family, or if it would be like living in a fish bowl.

The movers come out and shoot Davin a look before grabbing the boxes on the porch and heading back inside. He laughs and then turns back to Adam before suddenly perking up. "Oh, I have a fox now. He's my familiar."

He's been telling pretty much everyone that he has a fox now. Not everyone gets to know what Edan really is, but everyone needs to know that he exists. Because he's awesome.

"A fox," Adam echoes in surprise, glancing over. "Are familiars very common?" He's never known a lot of witches, he's never known anyone to have a familiar and although he can make the connection, put two and two together, he's not actually sure what it really means. He doesn't know if there's a mental connection, if it's something that goes beyond that, something that's defined by magic.

He's never had a problem admitting when he doesn't know something, however, and he's always been relatively eager to learn. Having things handed to him because he knows how to use his powers is one thing, but he's never stopped being curious.

"They're pretty rare, from everythin' I've heard," Davin replies, obviously pleased. "But they run in my family. My gran's ia a big ol' cat. Smartest animal I've ever seen, I think. Edan's gonna be a little like that."

He looks over at Adam with a pleased smile. "You'll have t'meet him sometime."

"As a fox you don't think he'll be bothered by a giant bird-man?" Adam asks with a laugh. He's never spent much time around animals before, having never had pets of his own. For a long time it just hadn't been on his radar, something his parents had never bothered with, and then when he was working he'd simply been too busy to give any kind of animal the attention it deserves.

Since finding a place to heal, his physical therapist has been suggesting he had a small dog, something to make sure he gets out and walks every single day, but Adam has been resistant. Even now he isn't entirely sure why.

"Why, are ya plannin' on fightin' over mice with him?" Davin retorts with a grin, watching Adam as he laughs. It doesn't seem like something that he does very often, but it looks good on his face. "Nah, I think you'll be alright. I think he's like me, a bit. Tends t'try an' see the best in people."

Too many things have happened to Davin to let him be as open and trusting as he used to be, but he does still try to see the good in everyone. He still tries to let people in, which he supposes is kind of a big deal, given what he's been through. He's just more cautious now, is all. And now he has Edan to help weed out the bad ones, once he's more mature and has developed his own powers.

"So what's the purpose of a familiar exactly?" Adam asks curiously. It's not something he knows much about and anything he does know has been gleaned from popular culture, comics and TV shows, nothing with any sort of basis in reality. Not that many people would think witches or sirens had any basis in reality, but here they are, the whole lot of them.

"Do they have powers of their own or are they just pets that are exceptionally in tune with how you feel and your thoughts?"

"I'm still learnin' myself, but I think it's a little bit o' both, actually," Davin tells him thoughtfully. "He's just a baby, but he's already so in tune with me, an' we can communicate in a way. Not with words, obviously, but it's like he looks at me an' he just knows, an' vice versa."

Davin is obviously thrilled, practically vibrating with energy as he describes his bond with Edan. It's something so incredible, and he can't deny that it makes him incredibly happy. "He's meant t'protect me, an' he'll eventually be able t'feed off o' my magic, I think."

"There's obviously a lot about witches and magic I don't know," Adam says, looking both interested and amused at the same time. Even having been a siren his whole life, his family had never really encouraged him to branch out and discover other magical people. Of course, his parents had been rather arrogant in their way and while it's rubbed off on Adam some, he doesn't carry that same sense of superiority.

He thinks he deserves to have nice things in his life, but he doesn't think he's better than anyone else.

"Well, I'm no expert myself, really," Davin says with a shrug. "My parents kept me away from magic, an' my history. They hate it."

A soft sigh escapes him and he shakes his head, giving Adam a smile. "But I've got contact with my gran now, an' she knows pretty much everythin'. I'm learnin' all the time. If ya have any questions, feel free t' ask me."

His smile goes a little teasing and he reaches out to lightly tap the tip of Adam's nose with his finger. "An' maybe someday you'll let me see your beak."

Adam breathes out a little laugh at that and he almost flinches at the touch, but catches himself at the last moment. It's something he's going to have to get used to eventually, he realizes that. Most people don't flinch away from the slightest touch at all times and he'd like to think he can get over it. He used to be better at it, he used to welcome any touch anyone wanted to send his way.

"I promise it's not that interesting," he says. "And there's actually no beak. It's just my lower half."

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