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Timeline/World: Through the Looking Glass – Atheria 3rd Generation
Characters: Agathe Taylor
Race: Human – Meta – Water
Age: 37, physically about 20
Current residence: Atheria City, Eresiel
Final Word Count: 789 words
I’m not sure when I discovered jazz as being an interesting type of music to listen to. It’s not the type of music I’ll blare loud and at all hours of the day. Honestly, I don’t even play it all that often, but I do every so often in the evenings when the mood calls for it. A little rain, some smooth jazz, the little fireplace in the cooler evenings and, you know what, I’ll be set for some time to come. There’s something just absolutely relaxing about that kind of scene.
I’m sure that someone who might know me would like to claim that my affinity with rainy evenings—far more than rainy days but give me rain during the evenings and nights—comes from my hydrokinesis but I hated this gift for a long time, especially when mom was dead set on making sure I knew how to control it.
Now, well, now I make some use of it as might be necessary but, for the most part, I tend not to. I don’t need to use my gift to move things, I don’t need it to water the plants that might need it—that’s the lazy way out if you ask me—and while there possibly could be some use elsewhere that I might not be thinking of right now, I think that’s the point. If I can’t think of a reason to use my gift, it’s more than reason enough not to use it.
Clean up after getting filthy while working in the garden? Sure. That makes it easier, and I don’t have to worry about tracking dirt—or water—in the house. I think that’s about the only time I make use of my gift. That and cleaning up spots I can’t reach, I guess. It’s a fairly rare occurrence that I do, and it suits me fine in the end.
Really, though. One of the ways I can picture a perfectly relaxing evening really does require quiet, smooth jazz, rain and the crackling of the fireplace, these only happen during two seasons because there’s no way in ever that we’ll use the indoor fireplace when summer time has come around. I’m sure someone out there will state that there are evenings that are chilly enough in the summer that using an indoor fireplace is perfectly respectable, but I beg to differ. In the summer, I’ll stick with using a light blanket if I really need to.
One of those things I’ve realized, though, is that I’m very picky with the kind of jazz that I listen to. My library of jazz music is limited enough that there is possibly, at most, two hours’ worth of playing before it starts back in on itself and I keep it on a shuffle pattern so even then, I can never really tell which song I’ve listened to more than once. Most of them have enough of a similar feel to them that it’s not jarring when the song changes and just, if I find new songs, I’ll give them a try, if I get tired of a particular one, I’ll drop it out.
Those rainy evenings really are the only times I’ll have that music playing anyway so it’s not like I’ll really get sick of listening to it any time soon. It’s not as though we get a fire going on every single raining evening when it’s cool enough. I think that would just take the magical feeling out of it if it happened too often. At least, the rain, jazz and fireplace thing. I admit that most fall evenings when it gets cold enough, I’m happy to have the fireplace going, even if it takes a little work to keep it going.
The house itself doesn’t really need it for warmth, even in the dead of winter, the fireplace isn’t so much used for warmth as it is for the coziness factor—for me, in any case—but I wouldn’t trade it out for anything else. That little crackling thing the logs do when they’re burning, it adds to the feeling of relaxation that comes from the whole scene.
I’d like to think I’m not a very complicated person. I don’t have very complicated wants or desires. I like to keep things simple and when we do deviate from the simpler things, I do so with him because that’s how everything should be. His presence is what makes everything ten times better. So sure, rain, jazz, the fireplace, those do lead to a relaxing evening but when he’s with me and I can settle close and comfortable? That turns the evening into something just so much better.