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Modern Mavati

"I think you should try journaling." Mavati told her client.

"Journaling? Like a diary?" He asked.

"Yes. Record your thoughts, feelings, incidents." Mavati explained further.

"Like a teenage girl."

"Like someone who gets depressive episodes and high bouts of anxiety that may have triggers. A journal will make it easier to find those patterns." Mavati gave Francis a look. They both knew he'd follow her advice, he just enjoyed giving her a hard time.

She couldn't say it wasn't appreciated, it showed trust. She'd been working with Francis for a few years now and had seen him at some of his lowest points. She refused to form personal attachments to clients but he was the closest to breaking that rule she had ever come.

"Are you worried your boyfriend will shame you for it?" Mavati asked.

"No." If anything Dan would set aside a time to make sure Francis wrote in it every day.

"Then is there any harm in trying?"

"I guess not." Francis sighed in defeat.

He wasnt the greatest at expressing his emotions, they both knew that. Maybe this would help him recognize patterns.

"It can be as simple as a scale from 1-5 of your mood or a quick smiley face. You can write as much or as little as you want."

"Alright. Thank you Dr. Iantis."

"Really, Mavati is fine. You're trusting me with many things, I can trust you with my name."

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Mavati was known around her office for dressing cottage core, as she was told it was called.

Flowing blouses were often paired with ankle length skirts. That or dresses only tight around the waist. It wasn't uncommon for a cute hat or handkerchief to be used to hold her hair back either.

Of course that was all to hide her features. Dragon hybrids were almost as rare as the species itself, which had faded into myth alone, but Mavati was very much one.

She had a tail and wings to hide. Her long nails were painted at all times so no one noticed they were white instead of clear.

Her canines were a bit long and her teeth a bit sharper than most but it was easily overlooked.

Then there was the horn issue. Thankfully Mavati was far from the only supernatural hiding in Chicago. They had a little black market for things like that.

Demons and some fae had the same horn issue so they got them broken and filed. It was a painful process but it kept them from being discovered.

"Miss Dray, back already?" The receptionist asked.

This specific salon, as they called them, was owned by a witches coven. They gave free horn reducing to supernaturals as long as they were allowed to keep the horns. Mavatis especially were useful in spell jars and alchemy.

"Yes, unfortunately, they're getting a bit long." She sighed.

"Right this way." The receptionist smiled.  Rain, as far as Mavati knew. They all used code names when dealing with supernatural things. Just incase hunters come along.

Mavati was called Dray because she was a dragon. Each witch had her own nature based name. Faer was fairies and Dems was demons. Not all that creative but it kept the books safe if anyone got ahold of it.

Mavati was guided to a back room where she took a seat in a salon chair. Rain soon returned with the jar of numbing cream this salon specialized it. With it, you wouldn't feel a thing.