Daughter of Luka (LGBT+)

Forty-Six 🌑

"It is believed that one of the first of our kind was Latin," she explained. "Some gladiator, probably." 

I smirked. It was a little amusing to think about it. However, if that gladiator had come to face to face with a wolf and managed to get away with only so much as a scratch, then I had to respect them. 

"Maybe," I said. 

It was interesting to think about the possibilities of what had happened in the past, that much could be said. 

"What's beautiful in Latin?" I asked then, sooner than I could stop myself. 

"Pulchra," Accalia answered. "Exempli gratia, Ophelia pulchra est." 

"What does that mean?" I replied. 

The cheeks of Accalia's face grew a little pinker, yet she was smiling as if she knew a secret. 

"Our common language is English. That's all you really need to know. People greet eachother the same they would anywhere else- hey, hi. Uma's favourite, at the moment, appears to be 'sup losers?'" Accalia said it in the most perfect Uma-impression, I couldn't help but choke out a laugh. "Or she just flips you off." 

"Has she ever done that to you?" I asked, astonished. 

"When we first met, we didn't exactly get along very well," Accalia revealed. 

It surprised me, but I supposed it wasn't the most shocking thing ever. 

Uma could be...interesting to deal with at times, but I knew she meant well underneath her occasionally icy exterior. 

"Shit," Accalia said, then, as her eyes motioned towards my house. 

I soon realised why, my father was calling for me to return home. 

"I'll message you later," I promised. 

"You'll call me later," she replied. "Or just come see me." 

As I answered that, I smiled. 

"Yes, ma'am," I said. 

Accalia smiled approvingly, before she headed off into the forest. 

As I approached my father, his eyes were still looking out towards Accalia. 

"Where does she even go?" he asked me. 

I couldn't help but laugh, as I signalled for the two of us to go back inside. 

"I'm serious, though, Ophelia. I need answers," he replied. 

"What you need is an espresso. I'll make you one," I said decisively. 

I then wandered into the kitchen to start preparing the beverage, and my father followed suit. 

"Look at my art work, isn't it great?" my father asked then, and I was relieved that he was changing the subject. 

"Yes, it's amazing," I told him, "Though we shouldn't be too complacent. There's always room for improvement." 

It was something that my mother had said all the time. 

He sighed. 

"Tell me what's going on, Phe," he said. 

He hadn't called me 'Phe' in years. That was how I knew this was serious. 

"Accalia's best friend happens to be a forest rabbit. She was just heading off to feed it," I said, with a perfectly neutral expression. 

"I thought you were her best friend," he said, ignoring my sarcasm entirely. 

"I'm her girlfriend, dad. There's a difference. Though, I suppose we are best friends, too."

We hadn't had the whole girlfriend conversation yet, but I was working on it. 

"I'll do some more work later. Seriously, where does she go?" he asked me. 

"To a cave," I said. 

He didn't believe me, but there was some curiosity in his gaze. 

"If you won't tell me now, then I'm sure you'll confide in me when you're ready," he said. 

It was the most relaxed I had seen him in a long time. I was relieved. 

"Trust me, I want to," I admitted. 

His eyes flashed with interest, then. 

"It's just not that easy," I said. 

His expression fell. 

"Let me help you with your work," I added, as I finished off making the espresso and set it down in front of him. 

The majority of the day was spent with me helping my father finish off more pieces of art work. 

When the afternoon came around and the sun cast a golden glow in the forest, I knew it was about time for me to get back to the cave. 

I wanted to check in on everyone, and I wanted to see if Accalia was still there. 

I said a quick goodbye to my dad and he didn't press me for answers as to where I was going, which was a relief to me. 

Fortunately, there hadn't been any more wolf sightings since a few weeks back, but that was a concern that still dwelled in the back of my mind. 

Regardless, I pushed the thought away as I allowed my legs to carry me back to the cave. 

Upon arrival, I found that Yara was sat down in the main entrance. 

Her gaze locked with mine and her expression flickered with interest. 

"Ophelia," she said. 

"Yara," I replied casually. 

Her serious expression soon faded and she smiled warmly at me. 

She stood up from her chair and wandered over. 

"I don't think that I ever got a chance to welcome you to our family," she said. 

"It's alright. We didn't exactly know each other that well before," I replied, with a pleasant smile. 

"I never really gave you the chance to get to know me, nor did I get to know anything about you," she commented. 

I knew she was right. 

"Well, my name's Ophelia. I'm eighteen years old. I like long walks on the beach-" 

Yara tilted her head to the side, as her eyes revealed her amusement. 

"And I'm a wolf, how about you?" I asked. With a bright smile, I extended a hand. 

She looked at my hand for a short while, before she decided to take it and give it a little shake. 

"I'm Yara. I'm nineteen years old. And I'm a wolf," she said. Humour was reflected in her smile. "I can tell there's a lot on your mind, Ophelia. Are you alright?" she asked me. 

"Just thinking over things," I said, though I wasn't sure what else I could say. 

I couldn't let anyone know that I was thinking about how on Earth I was going to explain any of this to my dad. That much was for certain.