July 16th 2011 9:46 AM: I STILL don't own Blackjack for some reason… *whispers* Percy give me my Pegasus.

Or CB or PJO…

I DO own Dani and Ivie and the Roans.

By the way they are speaking Japanese it just looks like English… just like in school or talking to Kiaria.

Dhavantari

Dannielle walked into the house with Ivie right behind her.

"Ma! I have my friend from America with me for dinner is that okay?"

A Gorgeous woman came in and smiled at the girls.

"Of, course it is okay, Dani… but you need a haircut as always."

"I do not need a haircut, Ma!"

Ivie mentally giggled and Dani shot her a look.

"So what is your name, dear?" She indicated Ivie.

'Dannielle! I can't talk to your mother!'

"Ma, she has a sort of curse, I was hoping perhaps you could lift it."

"Of course I can."

Ivie was amazed.

'Can she really? Can she Dani?'

"Yes, Ivie she can. Ma, she can't talk, remember Kiaria from my old Primary School? She got to Ivie… that's her name by the way. Ivie Elizabeth Rowan"

Mrs. Roan led the girls through the small house.

Ivie gazed at the light green walls and stopped about five feet from the door to gaze at a photograph.

'Dani? Is that him? Jack?'

"Yes… that's Jack…" Dannielle hurried away not wanting to see a photo of her brother.

Ivie hesitantly followed.

They stopped in a bedroom and Dannielle's mother had Ivie sit on the bed of red blankets and began to murmur in another language very quietly:

"Om Dhavantari Namah, Dhavantari please heal Ivie Elizabeth Rowan…"

"Dhavantari is the healing god in Indian traditions… Ma travels to India a lot… her endowment is to channel the energy of any mythological being… in any country's myths but she prefers Indian… she does Indian more than Japanese."

'Wow… that's cool.'

"Isn't it?"

"Yeah…" Ivie jumped. "I just said that! Oh my gods! Thank you so much, Mrs. Roan!" Ivie leaped up and hugged Dannielle's mother.

"Now, who wants dinner? I made Indian today."

"Ma loves foreign food… especially Indian…" whispered Dannielle.

"I love Indian food," Ivie whispered, "and… was that Sanskrit she was speaking?"

"Yeah," Dani looked surprised. "Why you know it?"

"I don't speak it fluently but I know some mantras…"

"Cool…" it had to be awkward to talk to your old enemy like this Ivie figured.

"It is, Ivie, it is…"

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