Silver & Gold (Scomiche)

Clash

Avi tugged at his sleeve and then the fabric at his hips for about the 30th time. He felt ridiculous and constricted, but this was the outfit Oryn told him he had to wear for his own safety.  The boots were rather comfortable though, even when he felt like he’d walked more in the past few hours than he’d walked in his entire life.  He was experiencing a bit of ... for lack of a better term - jet-lag ... or maybe veil lag. Time worked differently in the fae world, but Oryn and her magic had proved rather helpful and he was adjusting better than expected. Even still he was thankful for the opportunity to rest when Mitchell announced that they were stopping for a bit.

As he watched the rest of the party spread out amongst the rocks to rest, he plopped himself down rather unceremoniously. As he nibbled at one of the fruits Oryn had wrapped up for him, his thoughts drifted back to that morning.

Oryn had been a flurry of movement as she hurried to get things ready. She’d given him the new outfit that apparently belonged to her brother and he’d been surprised when it fit, especially after seeing the fae they originally belonged to, but really who can be surprised when magical beings give you probably magical things.  

She’d stared at him for quite a bit once he’d returned to her room. Finally she released a beautiful laugh as she reached up to remove the beanie from his head and brushed his hair back to secure it with a thin leather strap. When she was done she began circling him with a critical eye.

He knew when she gave him an apologetic look that he wasn’t going to like whatever came next..

“Just do it. Whatever it is.”

She seemed sad about it, reluctant… but after a moment she reached out a hand, finger tracing along his facial hair and just like that it was gone. It was definitely an odd feeling and he kept rubbing his chin, amazed at the lack of stubble. She reached out and did the same with a smile, her fingers lingering on the now baby soft skin. “You look more like one of us now”

“Do I look better?”

She stood back and looked him over before her eyes met his once again, shifting to the color of honey. “I think you are very aesthetically pleasing either way.”

He sent her a smile, his usual wit and humor lost in the nervous flutter in his stomach and the fight to keep his urges to himself.

He’d sat and watched as she brushed her own beautiful long hair and quickly plait and secured the front up and away from her face.  She didn’t seem bothered by his eyes on her but his deep voice still startled her slightly when it broke through the silence.

“My sister would love to be able to do that like that.”

Oryn’s eyes lit up. “You have a sister?”

He nodded. “I do. Her name is Esther. I have a brother too.”

“I am sorry you have been separated. I promise I will do everything I can to get you home, Avriel.”

He nodded. “I know you will.”

The rest of the day had gone by in a bit of a blur. He’d been surprised by the appearance of Oryn’s brother, Orion, and also the distaste he’d seemed to harbor for humans. He looked a bit like Oryn, but not overly.  His hair wasn’t the beautiful lavender of Oryn’s, but a snowy white that made his features look shadowed and harsh as opposed to the lovely softness of Oryn. His eyes weren’t quite as large and innocent either, but maybe that was because every time he looked at Avi he seemed to narrow them, and they would darken to a swirl of yellow and black like an angry bee.

 

Oryn had kept close to Avi, and was patient whenever he would start to fall behind, always waiting and never acting as if he were a burden. Orion, on the other hand, had little patience when it came to the human in their midst and would constantly yell out little biting comments at him, until finally Oryn could take it no more. She had swiftly swept her brother’s feet out from under him, a blade held to his throat as he looked up at her.

“Your enmity is not welcome! He is not a prisoner nor is he an enemy. He is a guest in our world and you will treat him as such. Do we have an accord?”