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Mine is a bit short, and I apologize for that. If you need me to add more, let me know, and I will think of something else. I just didn't want to take any opportunities away from you by rambling too much.
He still couldn’t get a read on her. Kieran had initially thought that he could talk to her about what happened the day before, somehow get her to open up and be honest with him. He could see that she was a bit anxious now, but he couldn’t get much else out of her, and it was frustrating. If Devon was here, he would have been a huge help. Perhaps Kieran should have gone back to get him and have him confirm things for Kieran. Still, he had already committed to this, and he couldn’t exactly abandon the plan now. “Yes, I am fine. Thank you.” Kieran answered. “I thought that…since the hospital cuts off people’s clothing, you might want to have this sweatshirt back.” He held out the folded garment, adding quickly that he had washed it.
Once she had taken the garment, he continued. “I also came to start paying back that bill. And since I am here…I was wondering if you wanted to go out and have lunch with me.” Kieran smiled, trying put off a bit more confidence than he had felt. He had been out to tav-restaurants in this world a few times, but never to try to learn more about a woman. It had always been to just get some food to go, or sit quietly in a corner and watch the rest of the interactions so that he could understand all of the proceedings. His uncle taught him about tipping, and some of the other things that were important, but Kieran have never had to apply that knowledge with someone who was from this world. Then again, perhaps Ana wasn’t. Perhaps she had grown up in his world, and only come here recently. Sure she had a job, and she looked comfortable, but if she lived her all the time, if she hid here, then it would make sense that she would want to blend in. Kieran contemplated saying that he wanted to learn more about what she had done to save her, but he didn’t want to scare her off if she was in hiding. If she refused his offer, though, he might have to change directions and bring up what she had done for him more directly.
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One of the advantages of sneaking around the outskirts of town was that few people wandered around there. For one thing, there were rumors that the lake on the eastern edge of the village was filled with curses. Rhys had been staying on the western side of town, though she knew that the path towards Lake Whyrria would be the most solitary. Further, she could get more water, which, after a bit of traveling, would be ideal. By the time she got there, the sun would be setting soon. She filled up her water, and walked along the lake’s edge, looking for a well-covered spot that could keep her warm and dry during the night. Before she came across the perfect spot, however, she came across another figure. Rhys slowed to a stop, watching the figure’s back for a few moments. She recognized him.
Was it one of the guards? A bounty hunter looking for her? She closed her eyes, forcing her heart rate to slow. Opening them again, Rhys found that the water in the lake had receded a few inches. She exhaled slowly, urging the water to still once more before looking up at the man once more. The second time she spied him, she knew who he was instantly. He was the man who saved her from her own magic—the same magic she clearly still couldn’t control. She was embarrassed, and annoyed. He had said that she needed to relax, and the very next person she encountered almost made her create a tidal wave in a lake. The man had offered before that she could come and find him, and Rhys had the impression that he would think such now. But she hadn’t sought him out, it was merely coincidence.
Before he addressed her, though likely because he was listening to her thoughts and poking fun at her internally, Rhys turned on her heels and began to walk the other way. She didn’t need someone to lecture her about her incompetence anymore. Besides, she didn’t even know the man’s name. If he had meant that she could seek him out in any serious manner, then he would have introduced himself.
Once she had taken the garment, he continued. “I also came to start paying back that bill. And since I am here…I was wondering if you wanted to go out and have lunch with me.” Kieran smiled, trying put off a bit more confidence than he had felt. He had been out to tav-restaurants in this world a few times, but never to try to learn more about a woman. It had always been to just get some food to go, or sit quietly in a corner and watch the rest of the interactions so that he could understand all of the proceedings. His uncle taught him about tipping, and some of the other things that were important, but Kieran have never had to apply that knowledge with someone who was from this world. Then again, perhaps Ana wasn’t. Perhaps she had grown up in his world, and only come here recently. Sure she had a job, and she looked comfortable, but if she lived her all the time, if she hid here, then it would make sense that she would want to blend in. Kieran contemplated saying that he wanted to learn more about what she had done to save her, but he didn’t want to scare her off if she was in hiding. If she refused his offer, though, he might have to change directions and bring up what she had done for him more directly.
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One of the advantages of sneaking around the outskirts of town was that few people wandered around there. For one thing, there were rumors that the lake on the eastern edge of the village was filled with curses. Rhys had been staying on the western side of town, though she knew that the path towards Lake Whyrria would be the most solitary. Further, she could get more water, which, after a bit of traveling, would be ideal. By the time she got there, the sun would be setting soon. She filled up her water, and walked along the lake’s edge, looking for a well-covered spot that could keep her warm and dry during the night. Before she came across the perfect spot, however, she came across another figure. Rhys slowed to a stop, watching the figure’s back for a few moments. She recognized him.
Was it one of the guards? A bounty hunter looking for her? She closed her eyes, forcing her heart rate to slow. Opening them again, Rhys found that the water in the lake had receded a few inches. She exhaled slowly, urging the water to still once more before looking up at the man once more. The second time she spied him, she knew who he was instantly. He was the man who saved her from her own magic—the same magic she clearly still couldn’t control. She was embarrassed, and annoyed. He had said that she needed to relax, and the very next person she encountered almost made her create a tidal wave in a lake. The man had offered before that she could come and find him, and Rhys had the impression that he would think such now. But she hadn’t sought him out, it was merely coincidence.
Before he addressed her, though likely because he was listening to her thoughts and poking fun at her internally, Rhys turned on her heels and began to walk the other way. She didn’t need someone to lecture her about her incompetence anymore. Besides, she didn’t even know the man’s name. If he had meant that she could seek him out in any serious manner, then he would have introduced himself.
I am hoping it is just that everyone is adjusting to summer, changes in schedule, etc. But I think I might have to go inquiring again soon. If they don't pick up again, I will be having a grumpy summer.
Yippee! My games have been dwindling down too. :(
Eventually, Kieran finished giving information to the woman, and Anabelle walked with him to and down the elevators. He remembered the first time he had taken an elevator. He was convinced it was a magic box of teleportation. He insisted on going on it again, and his uncle had laughed, saying that they would ride it again when they left. Though Kieran didn’t remember the rest of the patrons of the elevator, his uncle had turned and addressed them, since they had been so puzzled by the young boy’s ignorance about something as simple as the elevator. “My nephew. He’s Amish.” He stated. It was a trick the man had learned to explain even when he had struggled with understanding the world. He learned the phrase before he had any idea who the Amish were, though he learned more about them so that he could follow-through on the statement, before he became fully adept with learning about this world.
She pointed out the place where he could come in and make his payments. Kieran made a note of the line, not really fond of waiting around, though he could probably make it back to the hospital to make a few payments. He gave a slight not, and then turned back to Anabelle. “Thank you.” He responded, returning her smile. “For everything.” She left, and Kieran stood for a few moments before he walked back outside. The sky had darkened from both the rain and the sun setting. He had been in this world all day—hospitals were rather unpleasant places. He walked to the car, not minding the fact that he was getting quite wet, and got in. The keys were sitting in the center console, where he always kept them, though he had not bothered with a wallet that day.
The drive home, and indeed the rest of the evening, was rather uneventful. Though he had left things in a hurry in his home, he needed to clean here just as much. He threw his clothing, including the new sweatshirt in the wash, and then went to the bathroom to clean up the blood there. He ended up bringing a few of the supplies back home, cleaning there as well, before he finally went to bed. In the morning, another hop brought him back to the world of technology, and he took the sweatshirt out of the wash. He redressed, again in slacks, though he was in a dark blue button-down instead. He grabbed his wallet as well, and put a couple of hundreds in to make a payment to the hospital. Though his uncle had been a magic user as well, he wasn’t one who could sense the spirits and the energy of people. He, instead, had been a mind mage, focused on moving objects with his mind. His uncle had been a good man, but he had, like everyone else, used his abilities for his own gain. The method by which he had acquired the large sum of money in the house was likely less than honorable, but it had been quite a few years, and no one had ever pursued the man for the theft.
As he drove back to the hospital, Kieran thought about his dream the previous night. It was about Anabelle. He needed to confront her. In his dream, she was in his world. He racked his brain to try to remember the rest, but it simply wouldn’t come. In any case, the line wasn’t as horrible in the morning, though the people at the counter were no less grumpy. Perhaps they had been on since the evening. Kieran had, fortunately, gotten quite a bit of rest, and even a shower. He paid a portion of his bill, giving them a little more than six hundred dollars in twenties. He then went over to the front desk and asked where he could find Nurse Anabelle Oasis. When asked what he needed, Kieran replied that he had something that belonged to her, a half-truth he knew, but it was enough to get the person to direct him to the nurses station upstairs, to which she could be paged.
Kieran followed the woman’s instructions to get to the desk, then made the same inquiry. His half-truth was that he wanted to return the sweatshirt, in case anyone else would need an extra garment. Since it was the hospital’s practice to cut off people’s clothing, he figured they probably went through quite a lot of clothing. Perhaps the people who owned hospitals were working in conjunction with the clothing industry, to ensure that people spent enough money on buying new garments. It was a silly thought, but Kieran often had them about the workings of this world.
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Though she couldn’t imagine what exactly she had expected from the man, a simple Good Luck was not it. She glanced at him and then turned away, pausing slightly as he spoke. He suggested relaxing, and she almost scoffed at the idea. If she could relax, then her ‘abilities’ wouldn’t be an issue and she wouldn’t have left home in the first place. He then said that if she needed anything, he would be here for a short while. She gave a slight nod, and then turned back towards the town, unaware that he needed help finding water. She would have helped him, but she got the impression that he would rather not be near her. Eventually she would explode and harm everyone around her. It was only a matter of time before the right trigger came along.
Rhys had been renting a room, and it was paid up through the next day as well. Taking advantage of that space, Rhys went up to her room and washed up. She didn’t really have to leave immediately. Someone else might have noticed her temper, though in a bar full of drunks, she wasn’t terribly concerned about that. Rhys was more concerned that the small town would ostracize her. The tavern owner was an important man in this town, and with him associating her leaving with the deaths of his well-known patrons, she was probably already being sketched for a wanted poster, along with the gentleman who had actually committed the act.
It was amusing, in a way. He had preached that she needed to control her actions, and yet she hadn’t actually murdered or even maimed anyone today. Rhys went to one of the market stalls when they were close to closing, figuring that she could barter more since they didn’t want to transport the food home and then back again the following day. She got rations for quite a few days, and found someone who would accept the foreign coins that Devon had used earlier. She had a couple of coins left, but figured she would need them for traveling. Rhys then risked one more night in the room she had paid for, sneaking around the outskirts of town the next morning rather than going through it. She had more this time than the first time she had left home, and though traveling with no end in sight was exhausting, it was something she would simply have to manage.
She pointed out the place where he could come in and make his payments. Kieran made a note of the line, not really fond of waiting around, though he could probably make it back to the hospital to make a few payments. He gave a slight not, and then turned back to Anabelle. “Thank you.” He responded, returning her smile. “For everything.” She left, and Kieran stood for a few moments before he walked back outside. The sky had darkened from both the rain and the sun setting. He had been in this world all day—hospitals were rather unpleasant places. He walked to the car, not minding the fact that he was getting quite wet, and got in. The keys were sitting in the center console, where he always kept them, though he had not bothered with a wallet that day.
The drive home, and indeed the rest of the evening, was rather uneventful. Though he had left things in a hurry in his home, he needed to clean here just as much. He threw his clothing, including the new sweatshirt in the wash, and then went to the bathroom to clean up the blood there. He ended up bringing a few of the supplies back home, cleaning there as well, before he finally went to bed. In the morning, another hop brought him back to the world of technology, and he took the sweatshirt out of the wash. He redressed, again in slacks, though he was in a dark blue button-down instead. He grabbed his wallet as well, and put a couple of hundreds in to make a payment to the hospital. Though his uncle had been a magic user as well, he wasn’t one who could sense the spirits and the energy of people. He, instead, had been a mind mage, focused on moving objects with his mind. His uncle had been a good man, but he had, like everyone else, used his abilities for his own gain. The method by which he had acquired the large sum of money in the house was likely less than honorable, but it had been quite a few years, and no one had ever pursued the man for the theft.
As he drove back to the hospital, Kieran thought about his dream the previous night. It was about Anabelle. He needed to confront her. In his dream, she was in his world. He racked his brain to try to remember the rest, but it simply wouldn’t come. In any case, the line wasn’t as horrible in the morning, though the people at the counter were no less grumpy. Perhaps they had been on since the evening. Kieran had, fortunately, gotten quite a bit of rest, and even a shower. He paid a portion of his bill, giving them a little more than six hundred dollars in twenties. He then went over to the front desk and asked where he could find Nurse Anabelle Oasis. When asked what he needed, Kieran replied that he had something that belonged to her, a half-truth he knew, but it was enough to get the person to direct him to the nurses station upstairs, to which she could be paged.
Kieran followed the woman’s instructions to get to the desk, then made the same inquiry. His half-truth was that he wanted to return the sweatshirt, in case anyone else would need an extra garment. Since it was the hospital’s practice to cut off people’s clothing, he figured they probably went through quite a lot of clothing. Perhaps the people who owned hospitals were working in conjunction with the clothing industry, to ensure that people spent enough money on buying new garments. It was a silly thought, but Kieran often had them about the workings of this world.
-.-
Though she couldn’t imagine what exactly she had expected from the man, a simple Good Luck was not it. She glanced at him and then turned away, pausing slightly as he spoke. He suggested relaxing, and she almost scoffed at the idea. If she could relax, then her ‘abilities’ wouldn’t be an issue and she wouldn’t have left home in the first place. He then said that if she needed anything, he would be here for a short while. She gave a slight nod, and then turned back towards the town, unaware that he needed help finding water. She would have helped him, but she got the impression that he would rather not be near her. Eventually she would explode and harm everyone around her. It was only a matter of time before the right trigger came along.
Rhys had been renting a room, and it was paid up through the next day as well. Taking advantage of that space, Rhys went up to her room and washed up. She didn’t really have to leave immediately. Someone else might have noticed her temper, though in a bar full of drunks, she wasn’t terribly concerned about that. Rhys was more concerned that the small town would ostracize her. The tavern owner was an important man in this town, and with him associating her leaving with the deaths of his well-known patrons, she was probably already being sketched for a wanted poster, along with the gentleman who had actually committed the act.
It was amusing, in a way. He had preached that she needed to control her actions, and yet she hadn’t actually murdered or even maimed anyone today. Rhys went to one of the market stalls when they were close to closing, figuring that she could barter more since they didn’t want to transport the food home and then back again the following day. She got rations for quite a few days, and found someone who would accept the foreign coins that Devon had used earlier. She had a couple of coins left, but figured she would need them for traveling. Rhys then risked one more night in the room she had paid for, sneaking around the outskirts of town the next morning rather than going through it. She had more this time than the first time she had left home, and though traveling with no end in sight was exhausting, it was something she would simply have to manage.
Apologies for the delay. Work got very crazy. I got Kieran done, and I hope to get Rhys done tonight. I love how both of your characters said "Good luck" and left. It was an amusing parallel. Thank you for your patience.
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You must have been really tipsy! lol. I'm just messing with you. But I hope to have a post to read soon.
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“Anabelle. Nice to meet you.” Kieran replied. She may be a nurse by profession, but he preferred her name. He was disappointed that his clothes had to be cut off, but he didn’t make any complaints. It wouldn’t kill him to leave without a shirt. “I don’t need anyone to pick me up. Thanks to you, I am feeling much better.” Kieran couldn’t tell how aware of her ability the nurse was. He couldn’t imagine a healer going her whole life without knowing what she could do, but anything was possible in a world like this. Perhaps she was well aware of the fact that she was healer, and was just very good at not alluding to it. There weren’t other magic users in this world. Whether or not she knew what she was, she certainly wouldn’t want to advertise that fact to everyone she met.
The nurse left, returning a short while later with a sweatshirt in hand. Meanwhile, he checked out with the other nurses, getting the remnants of the blood wiped off, the last of his vitals checked, and had his other clothing returned just before Ana returned. He dressed, and accepted the sweatshirt when Ana returned. “Insurance?” He questioned. The word wasn’t the most familiar to him at first, though it had been a while since he had heard it last. He followed her to the nurse’s station, where a bored-looking woman wanted information about him. The first few questions were not difficult. Kieran gave his name, but then they asked him to confirm his birthdate, and he hesitated. The last time he had come to the hospital, his uncle had given all the information, and he couldn’t remember when he had been born, according to this calendar. “1993.” Kieran answered quickly. The woman continued to look at him expectantly, and he realized that he should know more. “Uhh… August.” Kieran added.
The nurse raised her eyebrows, and then checked the electronic record they had, “The 5th, right?” she asked. “Yup!” Kieran answered, grinning. He was a bit oblivious to the fact that he was probably supposed to already know about these things, and be able to recall them instantly. Fortunately, Kieran answered the next few questions as well. He knew the address of his home, and had a cell phone number to give. It was a pay-as-you-go phone, and his uncle had bought quite a few cards to load the phone with. The phone generally sat plugged in until he arrived, and Kieran wasn’t entirely sure what he would do when it ran out, but it worked. The questions got a bit more difficult after that, however. They asked what insurance he had, and Kieran gave a small shrug. “I don’t have any.” He said.
“You are… what, 21? You can still be on your parents’ plan, especially if you are a student. Have you taken any classes in the past year? Online even?” The nurse asked. If he could file as a dependent and get his parents’ insurance, the nurse could at least run it through his parents’ insurance now. Then he would have a few days to get it sorted on the side of the insurance, making sure that he was actually listed and the claim wouldn’t be denied. However, if they didn’t file it through insurance now, it would be very difficult to go back and change later. The woman continued to try to question whether he could have been on their insurance, naming various companies. Kieran waited patiently for almost a minute before he interrupted. “My parents are dead.” He said, probably a bit too bluntly. “I don’t have insurance. I can take a copy of the bill now, or you can send it to my home and I will take care of it.” He offered two other possibilities, and he figured that would be enough. “Do you have all the information that you need right now?” He asked. Though Kieran didn’t mind spending too much time at the hospital, even his patience was being tried.
-.-
When Devon approached her once more and began to tell her off for… her thoughts?, Rhys continued to walk, but grew quiet at least. It didn’t occur to her at first that the man was a mind reader. She assumed he was referring more to the fact that she had just begun to yell the majority of her concerns aloud anyway. Despite her outburst, she was usually quite a bit more mild-mannered. Perhaps this stranger had a point, though Rhys didn’t consider it entirely luck that brought her here. As Devon began to clarify, Rhys grew stiff. What she’s capable of, he said, and all Rhys could think was Oh Holy Gods, he knows. Her heart was pounding in her chest, and yet, he wasn’t outright threatening her. He didn’t say that he would turn her in, or that he was going to blackmail her into doing… gods knew what to keep her secret.
At least not yet.
In any case, she didn’t need to be running, or attacking him to ensure that she could stay safe. Still, the color had drained from her face, and when he used the title of Elemental, she turned quickly, checking every direction before looking back towards the tavern, though it was already out of sight. There wasn’t anyone else around. “I… I didn’t realize. I thought I was controlling it better.” Rhys said. The angry and argumentative tone was gone, and her voice was soft, defeated. She was on the verge of tears, which was another problem altogether.
He told her to find a master, which was a decent idea, if they weren’t all dead, in hiding, or helping hunt mages down. She scoffed at the statement, and when he suggested going into hiding, she shook her head slightly. That was what she had just been doing, and it clearly wasn’t working well for her. Still, now that the man had explained his actions, she could tell that he really had acted in their best interests—well, in the interest of keeping both of them alive, though Rhys wasn’t entirely sure that it was the best for everyone around her. Like he said, she endangered everyone and made magic look bad.
Of course, Rhys had never seen magic as anything that wasn’t bad. She couldn’t see this as a gift. It was a curse. She walked on egg shells or she destroyed everyone and everything she cared about. It was better, then, to not care, though she would still destroy the things around her.
The man stopped to camp in a ditch, and Rhys stood a few feet away, unsure of what she should do. “I am sorry, for losing my temper with you. I will find another place to hide out.” She had already been trying just that, working as a bar wench in a small town, trying to stay away from anyone and everyone who could ask questions or get her in trouble. She turned away from the man, figuring that she could continue down the path and walk for a while longer, but hesitated and glanced back at the man. “Thank you.” She said. Her words this time around were much more humble.
Devon’s experience with siblings helped put her in her place, but her thoughts were still filled with anger, largely towards herself at this point. She could accurately blame herself now for her situation. It was her fault that she was out in the middle of the woods with nowhere to go, no food or even supplies. Her temper had flared, and it was fortunate that other man came along, because she had managed at least to not kill anyone this time.
The nurse left, returning a short while later with a sweatshirt in hand. Meanwhile, he checked out with the other nurses, getting the remnants of the blood wiped off, the last of his vitals checked, and had his other clothing returned just before Ana returned. He dressed, and accepted the sweatshirt when Ana returned. “Insurance?” He questioned. The word wasn’t the most familiar to him at first, though it had been a while since he had heard it last. He followed her to the nurse’s station, where a bored-looking woman wanted information about him. The first few questions were not difficult. Kieran gave his name, but then they asked him to confirm his birthdate, and he hesitated. The last time he had come to the hospital, his uncle had given all the information, and he couldn’t remember when he had been born, according to this calendar. “1993.” Kieran answered quickly. The woman continued to look at him expectantly, and he realized that he should know more. “Uhh… August.” Kieran added.
The nurse raised her eyebrows, and then checked the electronic record they had, “The 5th, right?” she asked. “Yup!” Kieran answered, grinning. He was a bit oblivious to the fact that he was probably supposed to already know about these things, and be able to recall them instantly. Fortunately, Kieran answered the next few questions as well. He knew the address of his home, and had a cell phone number to give. It was a pay-as-you-go phone, and his uncle had bought quite a few cards to load the phone with. The phone generally sat plugged in until he arrived, and Kieran wasn’t entirely sure what he would do when it ran out, but it worked. The questions got a bit more difficult after that, however. They asked what insurance he had, and Kieran gave a small shrug. “I don’t have any.” He said.
“You are… what, 21? You can still be on your parents’ plan, especially if you are a student. Have you taken any classes in the past year? Online even?” The nurse asked. If he could file as a dependent and get his parents’ insurance, the nurse could at least run it through his parents’ insurance now. Then he would have a few days to get it sorted on the side of the insurance, making sure that he was actually listed and the claim wouldn’t be denied. However, if they didn’t file it through insurance now, it would be very difficult to go back and change later. The woman continued to try to question whether he could have been on their insurance, naming various companies. Kieran waited patiently for almost a minute before he interrupted. “My parents are dead.” He said, probably a bit too bluntly. “I don’t have insurance. I can take a copy of the bill now, or you can send it to my home and I will take care of it.” He offered two other possibilities, and he figured that would be enough. “Do you have all the information that you need right now?” He asked. Though Kieran didn’t mind spending too much time at the hospital, even his patience was being tried.
-.-
When Devon approached her once more and began to tell her off for… her thoughts?, Rhys continued to walk, but grew quiet at least. It didn’t occur to her at first that the man was a mind reader. She assumed he was referring more to the fact that she had just begun to yell the majority of her concerns aloud anyway. Despite her outburst, she was usually quite a bit more mild-mannered. Perhaps this stranger had a point, though Rhys didn’t consider it entirely luck that brought her here. As Devon began to clarify, Rhys grew stiff. What she’s capable of, he said, and all Rhys could think was Oh Holy Gods, he knows. Her heart was pounding in her chest, and yet, he wasn’t outright threatening her. He didn’t say that he would turn her in, or that he was going to blackmail her into doing… gods knew what to keep her secret.
At least not yet.
In any case, she didn’t need to be running, or attacking him to ensure that she could stay safe. Still, the color had drained from her face, and when he used the title of Elemental, she turned quickly, checking every direction before looking back towards the tavern, though it was already out of sight. There wasn’t anyone else around. “I… I didn’t realize. I thought I was controlling it better.” Rhys said. The angry and argumentative tone was gone, and her voice was soft, defeated. She was on the verge of tears, which was another problem altogether.
He told her to find a master, which was a decent idea, if they weren’t all dead, in hiding, or helping hunt mages down. She scoffed at the statement, and when he suggested going into hiding, she shook her head slightly. That was what she had just been doing, and it clearly wasn’t working well for her. Still, now that the man had explained his actions, she could tell that he really had acted in their best interests—well, in the interest of keeping both of them alive, though Rhys wasn’t entirely sure that it was the best for everyone around her. Like he said, she endangered everyone and made magic look bad.
Of course, Rhys had never seen magic as anything that wasn’t bad. She couldn’t see this as a gift. It was a curse. She walked on egg shells or she destroyed everyone and everything she cared about. It was better, then, to not care, though she would still destroy the things around her.
The man stopped to camp in a ditch, and Rhys stood a few feet away, unsure of what she should do. “I am sorry, for losing my temper with you. I will find another place to hide out.” She had already been trying just that, working as a bar wench in a small town, trying to stay away from anyone and everyone who could ask questions or get her in trouble. She turned away from the man, figuring that she could continue down the path and walk for a while longer, but hesitated and glanced back at the man. “Thank you.” She said. Her words this time around were much more humble.
Devon’s experience with siblings helped put her in her place, but her thoughts were still filled with anger, largely towards herself at this point. She could accurately blame herself now for her situation. It was her fault that she was out in the middle of the woods with nowhere to go, no food or even supplies. Her temper had flared, and it was fortunate that other man came along, because she had managed at least to not kill anyone this time.
I got almost half done, but I gotta go to work :( Will get the rest done in the afternoon.
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