There as a small fur baby in her hand. What was she supposed to do? Melbourne didn’t want to hurt the little baby that Professor Wayland had bestowed on her. It wasn’t like today was the first time she was meeting Darcy, it was however one of the first times she didn’t have to wear gloves – you know, so that Darcy’s mother would still bond with her. Now, after today it was Mel that was going to be taking care of the little fuzzball.

Could have just called her that, fuzzball. It fit, but still Mel knew better than to assume that it would always fit. ”Hello Darcy” Melbourne grinned at the small ball of fur only to watch in delight and shock as the creature that was twice the size of a baby ferret the same age began to mutter things. Was it already learning to speak?

Darcy was speaking! Darcy had a really really r-e-a-l-l-y BIG language problem. ”Darcy! We don’t say that about other people,” Mel laughed only to wink at her at the same time…what? Was she expected to tell her little huntress not to call things names? That was after all what Jarveys were known to do.