Interested learning

Golden​ shouldn’t have felt so interested, but there it was. “What is all of this?”

Fletcher didn’t stop what he was doing, arranging the instruments on the table. “I teach the young baron in his spare time. While I can’t teach him magic, which is my specialty, I can still show him the things I have seen from all of my travels.”

Golden sat on the other side of the table. He should have left, really. Well, that was only how he felt about it. What about that one? he wanted to ask, but the fact he had already asked a question stuck on his tongue. He felt more like scoffing and walking out. He struggled against it.

“Once this is put together, it will show an outside representation of the sky.”

“What?” The question left him before he could think about it. Golden continued to not think about it. “None of that looks like the sky.”

“And it won’t, from what we see down here. It took me long enough to come up with a physical representation…” Golden wasn’t sure what he was talking about now, but eventually Fletcher got back on track. “Would you like to stay and watch?”

Then the Baroness’ son would know. Golden got up and left the room. If Fletcher said anything after him, he didn’t listen.

Parvena’s last

“Of course… my dearest Zamir.”

Parvena liked him. For what reason, Zamir didn’t know. He had never done anything to try to gain her affections more than anyone else in the family. The whole fact she made him uncomfortable was part of that reason. He was simply a good son, a good grandson. He hadn’t put more effort into it than that.

“I am here, gramma.”

“I know. You would be here.”

He sat down next to her bed. She reached out for his hand and he managed not to balk in reaching out to her, letting her do so. “As our one God would wish it.” As he was supposed to say. As was true. Something about it still didn’t feel right.

“Everything will be for you.”

Time for dinner

Because his boyfriend was an artist, he had become used to a few different things. Like paint, ending up somehow on the table. Calling out into a house he knew wasn’t empty, for no answer. Deciding to clean up the paint this time, then go check and make sure the artist was not lost in thought, not passed out on the floor.

“When did you last eat?”

This room was a disaster, but this room was allowed. Even if the artist needed the occasional reminder to clean up.

Being this close grabbed the other man’s attention. He sat back, looking over his shoulder. “Once after the last time you asked!”

Well, that was better than yesterday. The artist was very absorbed. With a smile and a shake of his head, he went to get dinner.

Susan: Finder

​”Okay. What is it that you’ve lost?”

The little girl stared at her with big eyes, not responding. Susan tried again.

“In order to find it, I need to know what was lost. What have you lost?”

The girl swallowed. “My… my backpack. It’s blue.”

“A blue backpack.” The teen nodded, once, twice, then looked down at the little girl again. “What is it?”

“You have a bird on your shoulder.”

Susan would have shoved Death off her shoulder, but saying in front of a little girl that Death was the name of the big black bird seemed like a bad idea. Death chuckled in her ear.

“Um, yes. Blue backpack. Got it.”

She rushed off to find the backpack before lunch was over.

Freedom

His heart felt like it would break out of his chest. Vidvan couldn’t even decide which was the greater cause for that – the fact he was breaking his Master’s trust or the thought of seeing Tavesh.

The world outside was even larger now that he wasn’t stepping into it with someone at his side. And while he knew where the barracks were, it became hard to breath when he considered nearing the place. Someone would see him, recognize him. Or, even worse, not recognize him and question why he was there at all. There was no way he could get out of that.

Instead, he went into the city. So many people lived inside the walls Vidvan had always lived in. But there were so many more people out here.

It was hard to breathe.

It was hard to stop from smiling.