Obsidian 1#: Jett's Awakening

Decisions

Jett was happy. She knew where she came from, and it wasn't disappointing. She wanted to see them. She wanted to see Holiday first, then Carmen, then Petra. She got out her phone, and got a boat ticket headed straight for Isle of Droids. Her phone made a satisfying "Ka-ching!", and she headed straight for Fathom City Docks. Wow. She felt great. As she walked down to the shore, she saw a boy, with a hoodie, headed for the same place. She'd seen him before, and waved. He waved back. Owen Hundai, age 11, likes video games, books, and music. Wow. Oh, wow. She thought. His pretty seafoam eyes and friendly smile made her smile herself. The misty docks smelled of salt water and brine, as usual. 

"So, uh, where ya headed?" Jett asked, trying to make conversation. 

"Kestrel islands." He responded, his soft voice echoing through the empty docks. "You?" He asked back.

"Isle of Droids." She responded, felling shy and embarrassed that they were headed two totally different corners of the continent. Owen looked the slightest bit intrigued.

 "What for?" He asked.

"Oh, uh, no reason. Just visiting The Four, I guess." She answered, afraid to tell him the truth. It wasn't exactly a lie, though. A horn blaring of a huge ferry interrupted the conversation.

"Oh, my boat." Jett said, quickly walking away and waving.

"See ya, Jett!"

It had been half an hour since the boat had left the harbor, and she saw the small shape of the Northeast outpost in the distance. She got exited. She dashed down the stairs, and the boat pulled up to a very normal-looking island. That's the point, I guess. She thought. She saw a lot of people exit the boat, but she couldn't tell who was a human and who was a robot. She then saw a girl with blonde hair and blue eyes, about 13, talking to a black-haired boy in the streets. The girl looked up, mid-sentence, and froze.

"What?" Said the boy. The girl walked towards Jett, the slightest bit smiling.

"J-Jett?" The girl stammered. 

"No. Holiday, it can't be. How did she know? I..." The boy trailed off.

"It's you." Jett said, surprised. Looked deeply at Holiday, smiling.

"I...I never thought I would see you again. Let alone here." Holiday said.

"You might not remember me. I'm Badger." Said the boy.

Badger... thought Jett. It wasn't the sound of his name, or his voice, that made her feel extremely comfortable there and then. It was his face. His short, messy black hair blowing in the light breeze, his pretty brown eyes sparkling in the afternoon light, and his light smile, made her feel good about where she was. Who she was. She smiled back. 

"I wanted to meet you." Said Jett, looking at Holiday again.

"Well, here I am. Ask away."