To forgive is an act of compassion. It’s not done because people deserve it. It’s done because they need it. - Buffy the Vampire Slayer
"Pern." Sherry rolled the word over her tongue again. "Really?"
A’diar rolled his eyes. "No, I’m making this all up as I go along." The black/brownrider was sprawled out on the couch he was provided with in his nicely furnished guest rider room. Sherry had bugged him about the fact that he got a king-size bed, his own bathroom, a couch, a nice chair, a desk, a wardrobe and a dragoncouch when all her and Li got was two beds and a wardrobe to share. "The world is really called Bluposkiv."
Sherry glared. "Pern." She shrugged, accepting the fact that things must run a little differently here, after all, here had dragons. "Sounds like a plant." A’diar gave her a blank stare. "You know, fern."
The man grinned. "After seeing your world I thought of another word."
Sherry picked up a pillow off the bed she was sitting on and raised it above her head in a threatening manner.
A’diar didn’t know when to quit. "Yeah...Por..." The pillow got him right in the face and cut the word off before he could finish it. Although she’d only had the large Doroboth speak to her twice, she could recognize when he was laughing at A’diar. Everyone seemed to always be laughing at A’diar, and he took it all in stride. She’d never seen him get angry, or loose his temper. He’d play the fool to cheer Li up, and Sherry appreciated it.
She smiled mischievously. "What word?"
"Pawn." A’diar tucked the pillow behind his head.
Sherry laughed. "That’s what I thought." There was a moment of silence, where both people’s thoughts returned to the reason A’diar had decided to show Sherry around the Healing Den, ending, of course, with his room. Li was in her first candidate lesson. The blond girl only had to look up at A’diar to see that he was thinking about her too. "D’ya think she’s okay?"
"Corse." A’diar kicked his boots off and put his hands behind his head. "She’s doing fine, all good with the book-learning and stuff."
"Yeah." Sherry quickly agreed and played with the hem of her sleeve. "S’not like she’s probably freaking out and crying or anything."
"Of course not." There was another long moment of silence.
"Wanna go back to your room?"
"Yes." They both got up, A’diar quickly replacing his boots, and headed for the door.
* * * "How many dragons does one person get?" Sherry sat on the wall that separated the stands from the sands and watched the eggs.
"One. Why?" A’diar was swinging his legs like a kid, it was making Sherry smile. To his surprise, she started swinging her legs.
"Because I thought I saw someone with two or three." Sherry had to admit she was fascinated by the sands. She’d been here more than Li had, more than most of the candidates probably. She loved the way the light played on the multi-coloured shells of the multitude of eggs. She liked watching the mother dragons stalk around like big cats guarding a kill. She liked the warmth from the sands. She liked thinking that her friend would get to bond to a small creature that could grow into something big and impressive and protective...that she would get to share her life completely with another being who would always understand her, and cherish her and love her....Sherry sighed. And I’m not jealous at all, really.
A’diar gave her a funny look. "You saw someone with two dragons?"
"Yeah. A big one and a little one that sat on their shoulder." Sherry remembered something. "In fact I thought you had a little shoulder dragon."
A’diar laughed. Sherry liked making him laugh. It was very rare that she made him laugh and not the other way around. "Shoulder dragon?" He continued laughing. "Wait until Touzoku hear’s that..." His face lit up as he got what he considered a brilliant idea. "Wait until Hope hear’s that..."
Sherry crossed her arms, a little annoyed that people seemed to assume just because she’d been taken here she must know everything about here. "They are dragons that sit on your shoulder. Call me crazy but shoulder-dragons seemed like a pretty good description."
"Sorry." A’diar continued to smirk. "They’re not dragons, really. They’re firelizards. The two are related like..." He searched for a comparison she’d understand. "Wild cats and felines. A person, in theory, can have as many flit’s as they want, because flit’s don’t take over your mind, like dragons." He smirked and Sherry knew Doroboth had made some comment. "Anyways. A person can only have one dragon."
"You do have a flit don’t you?" Sherry asked the question half-heartedly as she was suddenly mesmerized as one of the beautiful queens decided to turn her eggs.
"Yeah. His name’s Touzoku. He’s a bronze. His name means thief. I got him here at the Healing Den when it was still on Pern." A’diar realized he’d lost his audience. "And he turns into a vampire when the sun goes down."
"What?" Sherry wrinkled her brow in confusion. A’diar thought she was just adorable when she did that.
"You were listening." A’diar was genuinely impressed.
Sherry elbowed him softly. "Of course. I heard every word you said...it’s just I’ve seen you many times and I haven’t seen a dragon very often."
"Liar." A’diar rubbed the spot where she’d hit him, looking for sympathy even if it didn’t hurt. "You’re out here more than the candidates."
Sherry blushed. "It’s pretty."
A’diar smiled. "I know."
They both sat in silence a moment, watching the dragoness as she buried her eggs again. "What’s it like?"
"Impressing?" A’diar took a deep breath looking for words. "Like losing all privacy you ever thought you had, and liking it. Like knowing that someone else will always be there. Like finding a part of you you didn’t know you had."
Sherry smiled quietly. "I didn’t know you were such a poet Diar."
A’diar, always one to ruin the moment, blew on his knuckles and rubbed them on his shirt. "I am a man of many talents."
Sherry leaned farther over the edge, until she was just about to loose her balance and fall on the sands. "How far do you think I’d get?" She was just joking, but the brown/black rider knew that dragons were not normally ones for practical jokes.
He laughed. "I don’t know. How fast do you think that queen can move?"
Sherry laughed and let Diar help her to her feet, and, just because he was who he was, spun her around once before sweeping her off her feet and leaping from the wall back onto the sands. He set her on her feet and bowed. "Milady."
The blond girls eyes widened as she heard multiple bugles and shouts from riders. Her jaw hit the ground and she looked much like a deer caught in the headlights of oncoming traffic. She smacked A’diar hard in the shoulder, wondered if she was tall enough to climb over the ledge back the stands, figured she wasn’t and stared hopelessly at her friend. "Diar?"
The black/brownrider grinned and grabbed her hand. "You wanted to see how far we could get..." He took off, sprinting towards the exit to the lower caverns. Riders of the female dragons were shouting, the female dragons were bugling, and several were making moves to seriously harm the two. Doroboth was perched in the stands, wings spread warning the females that if they tried anything he’d be forced to intervene. A’diar laughed. Sherry smiled. They reached the safety of the lower caverns just in time. The female’s riders began yelling at the two, the person who was in charge of the Sands began yelling at the two, Doroboth began yelling at the two. Sherry blushed, only one jumbled sentence coming through loud and clear.
"WHAT THE HELL WERE YOU TWO THINKING/DOING/TRYING TO PULL?"
Sherry began to mumble an apology, but A’diar squeezed her hand to quiet her. He let them all yell themselves out, grinning the entire time. Finally they let him speak. "We fell."
The yelling recommenced. Sherry couldn’t help but feel a little exhilarated. The air was just a little cooler than comfortable once you got away from the Sands, and her heart was still pounding a little too fast. A’diar had begun arguing with the multitude of voices and he was actually starting to win. Sherry tried not to, but she couldn’t help herself. She beamed, but her smile didn’t last.
"That’s it!" Baeris finally gained control of the situation, silencing everyone but A’diar. Sherry poked him gently in the ribs and he finally decided to let the Masterhealer talk. "Both of you are not allowed on the Sands until the hatching. Got it?"
"But!" A’diar said the word loudly, inwardly cursing himself. He’d never knew the stunt would get him in this much trouble.
Sherry’s face fell. "But..." She said the word a lot quieter. Inwardly cursing herself for every fooling around with A’diar.
"Yes?" Baeris raised a brow and waited for the rest.
A’diar smirked and looked at Sherry. "That’s all I got, you have anything?"
Sherry glared at him. A’diar was taken aback for a moment. He knew Sherry liked the Sands, but he didn’t know she liked them this much. He was hurt by what he saw in her eyes, and began feeling even worse. Guilt wasn’t an emotion he felt very often, it seemed his conscience was working double-time tonight.
Sherry pulled her hand from his grasp and stormed off. A’diar was left by himself as all the others shook their heads and walked away.
* * * "Sherry?" A’diar felt stupid standing at Sherry/Li’s door, but he didn’t want to just walk in like he normally did. He’d never had anyone he’d actually considered as a good friend hate him before. He hated feeling miserable, but he couldn’t stop. "Sherry?"
"She’s not talking to you A’diar." It was Li’s voice that greeted him. "She’s waving at me to get rid of you."
Sherry flopped her head down onto her pillow. Why couldn’t Li just handle this. She mock-glared at her best friend. Li lay back on her bed and pointed at Sherry’s wrist watch sitting on her bedside table. If guys were going to come pounding on the door at two in the morning, she could deal with it herself.
"Oh good." A’diar sounded oddly bright. Sherry was suspicious. "If she’s not talking to me she can’t yell at me like I figured she would."
Although Sherry was still mad at him, she couldn’t repress a smirk. She got up, wrapped in her blanket to hide her skimpy p.j.’s, and opened the door, making sure no trace of the smirk was still there. She pointed angrily down the hall.
"I know you don’t want to see me, but I had to apologize." A’diar was obviously completely unaware of normal social behaviour.
Sherry rolled her eyes and pointed at the sleeping form of Li. She was not going to talk to him. His stupidity had lost her the only past-time she had in this place.
A’diar sighed, actually looking depressed. Sherry’s never seen him depressed before. "I know, but I feel rotten and I figured apologizing would help."
Sherry started at him incredulously. She didn’t know if he was serious, or just trying to make her mad enough to talk. He was feeling miserable and was just here to calm his conscience. Sherry bit her tongue and tried to slam the door.
A’diar stuck his foot in the door, stopping her. He sighed. "And somebody told me girl’s like it when you tell the truth." He stopped Sherry from slamming his foot in the door. "Look, I’m sorry. I couldn’t sleep knowing that you hated me. It made me feel sorry for myself and I don’t normally feel sorry for myself and I don’t like losing sleep. And I promise I’ll make everything up to you somehow...I have no idea how, and I can’t exactly ask you since you’re not talking to me, but I like talking to you so I really dislike this whole silence treatment." A’diar was starting to loose his temper. "And tell me you didn’t find that little jog across the sands fun."
Sherry leaned against the door, remembering how warm the sands were, and how she couldn’t stop smiling once she’d gotten off them. Besides, her dangerous obsession with the Sands when she was not even impressing probably should have been stopped. And without the ability to watch the dragons, Sherry would need a companion. She rolled her eyes and nodded, letting A’diar know she was still angry, but he’d be forgiven eventually.
A’diar smirked. "Still not talking?"
Sherry pressed her lips together tighter.
A’diar grinned and kissed her quickly. "Not-talk to you tomorrow."
Sherry was shocked for a moment, left blinking once or twice as A’diar turned to leave. "Good night!" He waved cheerfully as he headed back to his room.
"Night..." Sherry whispered the word as she touched her lips. She quickly made sure Li hadn’t seen, before shutting the door and returning to her bed. She bit her bottom lip and nervously rubbed her hands together. She liked A’diar, a lot, but she couldn’t have him kissing her, or liking her. She looked at the sleeping form of her friend. He was Li’s knight in shining armour.
* * * "Sherry, Touzoku. Touzoku, Sherry." The small bronze creature on A’diar shoulder startled her, especially when it grabbed for her hair, but Sherry couldn’t help seeing how adorable the creature was.
"So this is a firelizard." She reached her hand towards it slowly, and jumped when it grabbed her arm, and walked up it to her shoulder. The creature rubbed it’s head against her’s and made a purring noise. Sherry cringed with every step it took, and froze when it finally settled on her shoulder. She giggled when it rubbed her with it’s head.
Diar smiled. "Yep. A genuine shoulder-dragon."
The flit cheeped loudly, causing Sherry to jump again. "Does it know what you said?" She tried to watch it wearily as it made itself at home on her, wrapping it’s tail around her neck.
"Naw." A’diar was finding all this very amusing. "He just knows he’s insulted."
Touzoku began to use both his front paws to play with Sherry’s hair. She cringed, it hurt a little, but mainly it just felt odd. "What’s he doing now?"
"He doesn’t like your hair." A’diar informed her so matter-of-factly that she was rather insulted.
"Really?" She put her hands on her hips and glared, knowing full well that A’diar was psychically connected to the flit and probably influencing it’s behaviour.
He grinned, giving himself away. "And he doesn’t like the way you dress either."
"Is that so?" Sherry crossed her arms, growing accustomed to the feeling of having a small dragon sitting on her.
"C’mon!" A’diar called Touzoku to him and Sherry was taken aback when the flit just leaped from her shoulder. His claw left a small tear on her shirt and a small scratch on her skin. A’diar rubbed the creature’s head and let it make itself comfortable. "All both you, and Li, have worn since you got here are those long black dresses. Like you became clerics or something!"
"Gee, I wonder why!" Sherry didn’t like this suggestion, she knew Li would hate it.
A’diar sighed, realizing he’d hurt her feelings when he hadn’t meant to and he was still paying for getting her kicked off the Sands. "C’mon Sharon." He grinned, using her real name. "Let me just help you pick out a dress for the hatching! You have to look your best. No one goes to a hatching in a black robe. Even Li is wearing something other than black!"
"Yeah, white!" Sherry didn’t know why she’d adopted Li’s new style of fashion. The loose-fitting dresses were comfortable, but A’diar was right when he said they were a little boring. She sighed as she saw him give her his best version of puppy-dog eyes. Sherry smiled. "Maybe I’ll let you do my hair..."
* * * The shriek echoed through the halls, waking dragons and riders, and generally causing panic until Doroboth assured everyone that no one had died...they’d just dyed.
"So I’m guessing you don’t like?" A’diar didn’t sound a bit serious.
"It’s...it’s....it’s...." Sherry was shocked silent, she hadn’t even imagined A’diar would try this.
"If it helps any, I like it." A’diar grinned, knowing that he was asking for it.
Sherry sighed and hang her head while a piece of hair fell across her face. A piece of bright orange hair. A piece of pylon orange hair. "I hate you."
"You said I could do anything I wanted." A’diar, realizing that he was not going to be physically assaulted, decided he must be right. "I think you needed a little...wackiness in your life."
Sherry felt like crying. "I should have just let you pick out a dress..."
"Oh!" He immediately got excited again. "Can I?"
Sherry smirked, but hid it behind her hands. She wanted A’diar to know that he’d done bad. "Are you trying to get me to kill you?"
A’diar sat on his bed rubbing his bright orange hands on his trousers. "It’s how I see if people really are my friends."
"And so far no one’s tried to kill you?" Sherry felt her heart sink all over again as she looked at herself in the mirror.
"I didn’t say that..." A’diar smirked.
Sherry felt like crying all over again. "What on earth, or pern, would possess you to try this?"
A’diar shrugged, walking back towards her and beginning to pull a brush through her hair. "I like it. I thought you needed a change, and since you were only wearing black, you needed colour in your life."
"I hate you."
"But you’re still talking to me."
Sherry couldn’t help smirking. Touzoku was in her lap, purring. She’d grown rather attached to the small creature. It opened it’s eyes, wondering what all the fuss was about, took one look at Sherry’s new hair and fell off her lap. Sherry glared.
A’diar began to laugh. It wasn’t just a small laugh like normal, it was a full, belly-aching laugh. Soon he couldn’t breathe and sat on the floor, searching for air. Sherry didn’t find all this amusing, but watching the flit hide behind a leg of the table and peak his head around at her, did make her smile. Soon she was on the floor with A’diar.
He tried to put his arm around her to help her to stand, but she ducked out of his grasp. She was still smiling though. "At least it’ll make Li smile."
* * * For the first time since she’d been removed, Sherry was back on the Sands. Well, near the Sands. The hatching was finally occurring. The humming from the dragons filled Sherry with excitement and caused her to grip A’diar’s arm in a way that might be misleading. She blushed and returned to balling and unballing her fists. The comment some idiot had made about their arrival here had obviously affected Li, as Sherry could see her friend jumping at every noise around her. She waved at Li and she smiled. A’diar grinned at her and at Li. Everyone loves a hatching. And the next best thing to being on the Sands yourself... Sherry forced herself to be happy for Li.
Unlike Li, who spent most of her time watching her friends, Sherry was mesmerized by the dragons. The beautiful hatchings in a complete rainbow of colours. It almost brought tears to her eyes, and the fact that Sherry managed to smile at Li encouragingly instead of sob herself sick when Bacardi approached her proved to A’diar how much Sherry actually cared for her friend.
He’d seen Sherry try desperately to protect Li on earth. He knew, mainly from talking to Li, that Sherry had often sacrificed things for Li, and that Sherry let Li walk all over her. He remembered Sherry avoiding his hints at affections and wondered once again if Sherry and Li weren’t a little closer than friends. His heart almost broke to see Sherry happily waving at Li as she impressed. Li was watching her, obviously drawing support from her friend. She was too far away to see the tears in her eyes.
Damn it all! A’diar inwardly cursed as he grabbed Sherry’s hand and pulled her over the wall onto the Sands again. Sherry ran to Li and hugged her, asking the dragon’s name. This isn’t fair! Sherry’s a lovely girl and she’s the one who actually wanted to impress. Why on earth don’t you dragons like her?
I never said I didn’t like her A’diar. Doroboth was safely back in their room, but he couldn’t resist talking. Sherry told me she didn’t want to be a candidate.
What? A’diar made some comment to Li about the name of her dragon that he didn’t even catch. Why?
Ask her yourself. The black/brown wanted to meet the new hatching and so was making his way over the feeding grounds at the same time as Li, Sherry and A’diar.
His rider promised himself that he was going to corner Sherry and kill her.
* * * "Champagne for Sherry?" A’diar rather liked the ring of that as he handed her a glass. It was actually champagne from earth, he’d picked it up before meeting the two girls.
Sherry grinned and accepted. They were both in her room, only her room. Li was now living with Bacardi in the weyrling barracks. Sherry felt kind of lonely, and a little sad that Li probably wasn’t. "Thanks." She sipped her favourite drink, while Li took care of her’s.
"So Bacardi really is a drink on your planet?" A’diar found that he liked champagne.
Sherry nodded. "One of Li’s favourites, I guess the dragon picked up on that. You said they could sometimes sense things from their egg." She rubbed Touzoku’s stomach.
A’diar was beginning to think the flit liked her more than him. He grinned at her. Well, her personality at least, the hair still threw him off. The brown/blackrider was amazed at how well Sherry managed to pull off orange hair. In two or three days, any observer would assume she’d been born with it. A’diar knew now was the perfect time to question Sherry, but he was having troubles bringing himself to do it. Finally he realized that the best way to handle this was the way he always handled things, bluntly. He drained the rest of the glass and looked at her. "Soe why don’t you want to impress?"
Sherry was more than a little startled by the question. She continued to sip at the drink. "What?"
"Doroboth told me you were searched too. He said you declined." A’diar helped himself to more, wondering how much it would take to get him drunk. He grinned inwardly as he wondered how much it’d take to get Sherry drunk.
Sherry stared at the glass, finally draining it. She’d never been much of a drinker, but she figured she’d need it. "Really?" She tried to look innocent.
"I’m not angry...really. Just confused."
"Confused?"
"Yeah." A’diar grinned. "You mope around, playing the martyr, telling yourself you’re not jealous when the only reason you haven’t impressed is because you said you didn’t want to."
Sherry lifted her glass for A’diar to refill it. "I don’t remember asking for your opinion." Sherry sipped her drink, realizing that A’diar had not given her straight champagne. "And why was Doroboth blabbering to you anyways?" Sherry blushed as she realized how stupid that question was.
"Because I asked him why you weren’t a candidate. I was just curious. Faranth knows I’ll never figure out what Magika saw in me, or Doroboth for that matter." A’diar smirked as he saw Sherry notice he was making the champagne a little more potent. "Also I want to know what you have against yourself."
"What I have against myself?" Sherry raised her voice a little louder than she’d originally planned. She cringed and glared. "Just because I care about my friend..."
"You’re just stuck playing the hero." The fact that she was getting angry and A’diar was still playing it completely cool made her angrier...and A’diar cooler.
"I am not!" Sherry glared and drained her glass, making a mental note to stop. "I’m just considerate of others..."
"From the moment I met you, you tried to make yourself out to be the bottom of the food chain. You can’t help but try and make yourself miserable." A’diar filled her glass and she didn’t notice it. She did began to sip at it however.
"I am not!" Realizing that that wasn’t really a very good defence made Sherry even angrier. She didn’t like losing her temper, it made her angry.
"You don’t like yourself for some reason, something you did once maybe, and you feel you should pay for it so you pass up on opportunities to make you happy. You refuse a search, you mope around with Li, you won’t kiss me..." A’diar was a little shocked he’d admitted that much and began to wonder exactly how many drinks he’d had...considering he hadn’t touched the champagne in a while.
Sherry put the glass down and stared at the wall. A’diar wondered if he’d gone too far. "Sherry? You okay?"
A’diar had hit something inside of her that she hadn’t felt in a long time. In fact the last time she’d even thought about it was when she was sitting on her front porch with Li, talking about how she’d ended up in L.A. working for Mel. Words that Mel had told her hundreds of times rolled through her head. What’s wrong with you Sherry! Look at yourself. You don’t deserve nice things. She’d honestly never looked at it as feeling sorry for herself, just a fact of life. It made so much sense to her, especially since she was beginning to feel a little drunk. She never could handle her liquor.
"Sherry?" A’diar got up off the empty bed he’d been sitting on and sat down beside her on her bed.
"I don’t deserve nice things." She mumbled the words, hoping he’d accept them and go away.
A’diar looked at her like she’d grown another head. "What?" In his astonishment his voice was pitched considerably higher than normal.
"I’m not a good person Diar. You...you know everything! I don’t deserve nice things!" Sherry glared at him with tears in her eyes.
A’diar was silent for a moment letting the information sink in. Sherry sat, curled in a ball, head on her knees. A’diar realized that once again she was feeling sorry for herself. He thought of multiple ways to solve the problem. Being sympathetic, supportive, joking around like he normally did...finally A’diar lost his cool. "Good gods girl! Get over yourself!"
Sherry looked up at him, shocked. She was expecting the sympathetic, supportive, joking A’diar. This was a shock. "What?" She wiped her eyes.
"So you’re not a saint! Who is? I’m a lying cheating thief who got out of jail to impress! Li just impressed!"
"Li deserves it!"
"Are you completely simple?" A’diar was honestly confused. "What is your problem?"
Sherry glared at him. "Li..."
"One more word about Li and I’m setting you two up." Sherry blushed. "Now you’re becoming a candidate this very instant whether you want to or not."
"But..." Sherry was only managing to utter one syllable at a time.
"And you will stop this stupid ‘poor me, poor me’ gig before I get sick and leave." A’diar continued.
"Diar..."
"I honestly thought you were a smart girl Sherry. I never figured you could be that dim."
Sherry began to lose her cool. "Now wait." She searched for words to express her feelings. "This is Li’s story...it’s her happy ending and I don’t want to ruin it..."
"No." A’diar was still upset. "That was probably the single stupidest thing you have ever said."
"You have no idea..."
"What you feel?" A’diar finished her sentence. "Probably not. But I do, contrary to popular belief, know a few things." Sherry opened her mouth to say something and A’diar lifted his hand, demanding silence. "One: feeling sorry for yourself does nothing but put you, and others, in a bad mood. Two: sell yourself short and you might as well be right. If you think you’re as good as you think you are. Three: your past doesn’t have to effect your future if you don’t let it. " He grinned. "If Baeris knew the half of what I’ve stolen from here before Doroboth..."
Sherry was too angry to realize she felt like crying. "But you don’t understand! Everybody knows! Everybody says..."
"Did I ever say anything?" A’diar crossed his arms.
"No, but..." Sherry was getting really tired of being cut off.
"Did Li ever say anything?"
"No, but..."
"Can you think of another person you actually care about who’s said anything?"
Sherry sighed. "No. But Diar..."
The black/brownrider grabbed both her hands in his and gave her his mischievous half-smile. "How vain to you have to be, Sher, to care for the opinions of people you don’t care for?"
Sherry looked into his eyes for a few seconds before finally cracking and smiling. "Diar."
"Congrats." He kissed her hands. "You’ve been searched."
Sherry was left with Touzoku in her lap as A’diar went to bed. She stroked the firelizard’s belly and listened to him purr. He sounded a lot like Meow. Sherry smiled, thinking about what A’diar said. "The problem Diar isn’t really that so many people I hate told me I’m useless, it’s that no one I cared about ever bothered to disagree with them."
The new candidate went to sleep with the flitter still in her lap, feeling a lot better about herself. She woke up in the morning smiling and smelling like champagne, since she spilt the bottle on herself during the night. Diar said it suited her, the smell and the smile.
Sherry has impressed!
* * *
Read Li’s candidate story. (Note: Doubling as part of Sherry’s candidate story.)
Sherry is a candidate at The Healing Den.
Pictures of Sherry from The Woman Says..
Background from Myrror Images.
