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"Whyyyy the long face, sweet?"

Coyote is there, lighting a cigarette. Oddly enough, the smoke is drifting directly away from Nita.

"I'm Bound again." She watches the patterns in the smoke.

Coyote makes a face. "You were before? Such a pity."

She pauses. "It is because of your errantry, sweet? If so, the Powers need to lighten up. I doubt you would leave and never come back."

"I think it might be, but. . ." She shrugs. "I don't even know if it's the Powers Binding me. But then, there are no accidents. . ."

A sigh. "Whatever. There are worse places to be stuck."

If she had her coyote ears, they would be perked towards Nita at the moment. "You don't have to be stuck, you know. Coyote comes and goes where she pleases, and she often likes company."

Nita tilts her head, and her lips curve up a little. "Comes and goes to what sort of places?"

Coyote grins, blowing a smoke ring that shimmers into a sphere. "Where ever the urge takes her, of course."

A dramatic pause... "But mostly Arizona. That's where I have an apartment, though it's a bit sparer of decorations than anywhere Raven lived." She smirks.

"I have a motorcycle, which is how I found Milliways again. Much better than any old watering-hole, don't you think?"

She grins. "Oh, definitely. What kind of motorcycle?"

"A Yamaha Road Star Warrior," she says with a grin. "Though I don't know if that means anything to you. It is a very pretty machine. I am quite fond of it."

Coyote doesn't yet mention how she has... 'customized' it.

"Doesn't, really, but I though it'd be polite to ask," she admits, smiling back.

She smirks. "You should see it then, and it would." Coyote eyes her. "How old are you again? Wizards should know how to drive, if they can't fly."

"Only fourteen -- can't drive, and I've never learned to fly." She shrugs. "Mostly I translocate."

Coyote wrinkles her nose. "Teleporting? It makes my stomach roll. But I do not travel between worlds. This one is enough for me."

"...Coyote is crazy enough already," she grumbles.

A grin. "I'm not usually traveling between worlds -- just on my own. I've tried some long-distance teleporting within my universe. . ." She shakes her head. "Not fun."

She looks very interested. "Oh? And where were you going? Fighting the good fight, or traveling on your own whims?"

"Chasing down my little sister who decided to go exploring. Who decided to go exploring to find something evil she could vanquish." She rolls her eyes. "Did she ever."

Coyote snorts. "Was she ill with brain fever, or merely foolhardy? I wouldn't dream of maligning Hands of the Powers, (that's a lie) but many of them..." she shrugs.

"Youth."

She nods, with a wry look. "Foolhardy sums it up. Although -- she did win."

"Good wizards have tend to be hard to kill. A perk of the job, I suspect."

Coyote takes a drag. "One I rather envy. Dying is very uncomfortable."

"More like a necessity," she replies with a rueful smile.

She tilts her head. "You've -- got experience?"

Coyote tsks at her. "Your lesson for the evening, sweet. All flesh dies, no matter who is wearing it. If I want a proper body, I have to deal with the annoyances as well."

She nods. "Oh, yeah, that rule. But obviously, it's not premanent in your case."

"That depends on your point of view. I have never used the same body twice, after all. And I do die, when the body does. And then I make a new one. Or I can be born, if I want to. But it is a messy business, being born. I do not live that way very often."

She tilts her head. "Do you--"

She pauses, and shakes her head. "Never mind."

Coyote raises her eyebrows and blows out another cloud of smoke. "Tell you what, sweet. Consider me your teacher this evening. You may ask whatever you please. I think I will take little offense."

She smiles. "Okay. Do you enjoy being immortal?" A shrug. "I guess it's kind of a stupid question."

"There are not many stupid questions. Odd ones, to be sure. Do you enjoy being mortal?" Coyote shrugs.

"It is a hard question to answer. I will think on it."

After a moment's thought, she says, "I think I like being a wizard. I talked to Puck about it once, actually. I'm mortal, but I'm -- aware. I've got some of both perspectives, the long view and the short." There's a flash of pain in her eyes before she says, "And sometimes it sucks. But most of the time, yeah, I think I enjoy it."

"Would you prefer to be immortal, Nita Callahan?"

Her eyes are searching, and give away little.

Nita's eyes are looking into the distance. Eventually she shakes her head. "I don't think so. I think I'd get tired."

"Clever girl. It's never wise to wish for immortality, if you don't already have it. Or if you value your sanity."

"Yeah, I figured. . ." She leans her chin on her hand. "It's probably something you have to be born to. Or -- created to, or something."

Coyote's smile is bright and amused. "Or something. I suppose it could get tiring. But there is enough I think, to keep me busy for some time yet."

Nita grins. "Yeah, I'll bet you could keep busy if anyone could."

"I could tell you stories that would make your hair curl, dear."

She pauses to stub out her cigarette. "They would not of course, involve anything that a fourteen year old shouldn't hear about."

She raises her eyebrows and giggles. "Of course not. They'd be totally appropriate hair-curling stories."

Coyote gives Nita a wicked smirk. "The ones about hairdressers could be."

She eyes her own hair. "This is too thick to hold a good curl, though. How sad." She sighs. Sadly.

She cracks up. "I suppose they could be, yeah."

"Anyway--" She drains her tea and sets her cup down on the Bar, where it disappears. "I should probably be going to bed."

Coyote lights another cigarette and gives a little wave.

"Goodnight. We will speak again soon."

"Yeah. Dai, Coyote."

She heads upstairs.