Saved by The Bird

Chapter seven

Aoife's P.O.V

We were all sitting around the table and the children had started eating their lunch. I didn't want to eat much so I observed them all. They were of varying ages and they all seemed to be quite comfortable among each other. I felt a tug on my sleeve and turned to my right where a small girl, who was maybe younger or the same age as Mackenzie, smiled up at me.

"Why is your hair like that?"

I frowned not knowing what she meant. My hair had always been this way; wavy blonde with light blue streaks through it.

"It's always been this way."

"Oh."

"Claire, polite persons do not badger guests unless they have at least introduced themselves."

Alma gave the girl... Claire a stern look and the girl nodded quickly before turning back to me.

"My name is Claire. Why has  your hair always been like that and why is it so different to your sisters?"

I smile at her again. My hair was different to Mackenzie's it was true. While mine was such a light colour hers was such a dark black that it looked as though the colour had been taken from a raven.

"I don't know."

She seemed disappointed with my answer but didn't say anything.

"What's your peculiarity?"

This time the question comes from the direction of a seemingly empty chair, but I don't get a chance to answer because Alma starts to chastise the voice.

"Millard, polite persons do not ask others their peculiarity and they do not eat lunch in the nude. Go put some clothes on."

Macks who is on the other side of Claire giggles as Millard's chair is slid back and footsteps sound across the wooden floorboards. It only takes a minute until some floating shoes tap across the floor and floating clothes come back to sit in the same chair.

"What if we all introduced ourselves then said our peculiarities and then they said theirs?"

"Aoife and Mackenzie can choose to tell you their peculiarities when they are ready and not a second before."

Macks pipes up this time.

"I don't mine sharing my thing."

All the children around the table grin, nodding their heads in unison.

"It's not as cool as being invisible though."

"It doesn't matter how cool it is we just want to know."

Claire's statement once again make the children nod their heads. I look over at Alma and see that though tries to hide it, she herself is also curious. She winks at me as she catches my eyes and I give her a small smile back. Nobody seems to think that the things we can do are weird, or freakish. It's new to have people genuinely want to know about us. Then again it's also new to be around people like us. 

"Well anything I see or feel, I can make other people see just by touching them and if someone lets me, I can see and feel what they can. I can see those nasty monster things aswell but I don't know if that counts or if it's only Aoife who can't see them."

The girl on my right and on Mackenzie's left goes next. 

"Well my name is Claire and I have a back mouth."

She lifts up part of the mass of ringlets, holding the hair away from her head so that we get a view of a mouth with razor sharp teeth.

"My name is Millard and my peculiarity is obvious."