Horizon | Choi San

12

The two carriages they had arranged led them to one of Wooyoung's guest houses- his parents used it often whenever they travelled to the sea to get a breather while they were alive. It was also the same house Wooyoung and San had stayed in when they were 10.

Gaeul didn't feel any better, but she wasn't shivering and wasn't throwing up anymore- she had nothing to throw up anyway- and with San's constant touch and everyone around her, she was distracted enough to stick her head out of the window and watch what had been her hometown pass by as a blur. The others inside her carriage let her have her moment- they only watched her expressions change from longing to confusion to regret and other emotions- to sum it up... she was nostalgic, and they weren't sure that it was the good kind of nostalgia.

After all... this was the place where everything began- twice.

When they reached the house, Gaeul was surprised to find that it was just a normal house, big enough for a few families to stay but nothing unusual- people in Ascella usually had family houses like these, such as the one Gaeul used to live in when her parents were alive. Gaeul told Wooyoung she thought the house would be more grand.

"Well... glad to know it looks casual because we don't want to attract attention," Wooyoung smiled in satisfaction.

"But do you think the faeries will be able to feel all of you present here- or me?" Gaeul paled at the thought of the people who once knew her look at her with horror or worse, disgust. "I don't think I want to attract attention as well..."

"We're masking our powers, so we'll pass as normal faeries. We're also masking your power, you're welcome," Wooyoung saluted and laughed when Gaeul visibly relaxed. He hopped out of the carriage first, offering Gaeul his hand which she took to jump down on wobbly legs, holding her shawl tighter as the strong wind- the characteristic of Ascella- blew her hair.

"Home," Gaeul whispered. "Smells like home."

"Who, me?" Wooyoung teased and Gaeul rolled her eyes so hard she felt a sudden throb in her head. Wooyoung laughed, telling her he was joking and Gaeul said she was sure he was.

"Though, technically, if my territory smells like 'home'," Wooyoung said as they walked, the rest falling behind, "I must also smell like home-"

"You smell like bad jokes and arrogance," Gaeul muttered and Wooyoung laughed harder.

"You know what? I like you. You'll get along with Mingi and Yeosang well- they share just your type of humour. All sarcasm and stabs."

"Really?" Gaeul was suddenly interested- she hadn't really interacted with those two much. "Mingi looks like he's scared of me though."

"He's not scared of you, per se," Wooyoung corrected, shouting a thank you at Jongho who was making the grass and plants come back to life after years of being untended. "Just like San can feel you, he can feel your magic as if it's an entity."

"Wow," Gaeul turned to look at the tall male who looked so carefree in that moment. "Has he always...? Isn't that hard?"

"He couldn't always," Wooyoung sighed. "But anyways, fear not. He can incinerate you in a millisecond anyway, so he's got nothing to be scared of. You can approach him and talk to him if you want- he's not the one to make the first move, by the way."

Gaeul, however, almost fell when she heard that. Millisecond? Gaeul gulped. "Thanks, Wooyoung. I feel so much better now that I know he can end my existence with a mere thought."

"I can too, just so you know," he was smirking and Gaeul paled further, smacking him on his arm when he laughed. "I'm not going to- unless... it calls for it, but we're friends, right?"