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[untidiness.livejournal.com]

The common* adage "air spirits are everywhere" is not, technically, true. They can potentially see anything the air can see, and potentially inhabit any zephyr, gust, or breeze, but potential is not reality and it's generally safe to assume you're too boring to spy on in any case.

Which doesn't mean they're not inclined to try.

Sky, at the moment, is making circuits of North America looking for a quick lunch. Campfire and burning-building smoke are all very well, but if she can convince someone to burn her some incense in return for favours, that'd be ace.

She'll stop to investigate anything that looks particularly interesting, or anyone who looks like they might appreciate having an air spirit for a buddy.

*Where Sky comes from, anyways.

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[bloodycursed.livejournal.com]

"What the-" Spike scrambles back, a little bit. "All right, who's there?"

[untidiness.livejournal.com]

A spiralling breeze solidifies into a blonde woman in a dress, who flips him the finger.

"I'm Sky," she explains casually, hovering over the fire. Her outline wavers with the passing of the smoke. "You've got a nice campfire here."

[bloodycursed.livejournal.com]

"Oh, a ghost." Spike shrugs, and goes back to warming his hands. No biggie. "Thanks. Stroke of luck my matches didn' get soaked."

[untidiness.livejournal.com]

"No, not a ghost."

She reaches down and smacks his hand. All right, so she's not tangible, but when the image of her fingers move through his they're accompanied by a blast of air.

"Air spirit."

Very rudely, she dissipates back into invisibility and keeps circling the fire, drinking the smoke again.

[bloodycursed.livejournal.com]

Spike blinks a couple of times, registering it all. "Riiight. Air spirit. Circlin' my campfire." He drops his hand into his hands, sighing. "Well now, isn't this just... special."