While Noah sat on the Chateau's porch steps, his daughter laughed loudly with a handmade spear in her hand.
Night had fallen and the air was beginning to cool. Yet, Avery stood ankle deep in the shallow tides, stalking the aquatic life. Her boyfriend stood opposite her, his back to her as he swore he saw a fish float by. They had been hunting for a while, not able to get a successful shot at catching anything. Shushing JJ's bickering, Avery lowered her stance slowly at the sight of a shadow gliding close by. The blond boy titled his head to watch her stalk the prey, smiling at the sight of her preparing herself for the strike.
A short laugh exploded from her mouth as her spear shot through the water and landing perfectly on the tropical fish. JJ waited for her to pull it out the stick before cheering her on. She laughed at him, awkwardly manoeuvring the spear out the water, careful not to drop the fish. JJ threw up his hands, "that's my girl! Yeah!"
"Let's go eat!" Avery squealed, running through the shallow waters and back to shore.
They trailed back to the campfire where everyone was huddling around, throwing fuel to keep the fire burning. Their chatter was cut off at the sound of JJ yelling, "guess who's eating good tonight?"
"Oh shit," John B was surprised by the size of the fish hanging on the end of Avery's spear. She grinned and waved it in his face, making him grimace and almost roll off the log he was sat on. John B took the spear from her to start cooking the meat. "Impressive, Aves"
While everyone waited for the fish to cook, conversation began overlap and the only sound besides the crackling fire was their laughter. Leaving JJ's side, Avery wondered over to check on how the meat was doing, or how John B was coping with the cooking more like. She plonked herself besides him, peering over at the flares. Pope was sat on the other side of the Routledge boy, already bickering with him about his survival skills.
"Hey, Pope, can I talk to you for a sec?" Avery peered around John B's figure to see him. Without a thought, he happily obeyed and followed her to the shore.
"Everything all right?" Pope questioned, sitting down on the sandy ground. He brought his knees up and gazed forward, watching the waves roll over.
"Um, yeah," Avery hummed and slowly nodded. She wasn't sure how to start the conversation. "You remember when we met Carla? And the story about Denmark?"
Pope nodded, staying silent. He turned to look over at her, showing her that he was listening. She refused to meet his eye, "well, while we were chasing the cross and everything, I found out something. And I don't want you to think any differently of me because I'm not that person, I'll never be. Uh, my dad worked out that my mom has been lying to us for a long time, since the beginning really and I don't know how I didn't see it sooner because it's so obvious now, it was always right in front of me. The wheat symbol, the stories, the artwork. Everything makes sense now,"
