Blood forged

Chapter 2

As Will made a beeline to the kitchen, Scarlett returned to the living room, content to wait out the remainder of the time. She'd waited years for this; she could stand to wait a couple hours more. spreading out her wings, she sat down on a nearby couch. She bit back a laugh; will could be clearly heard from the kitchen. Furthermore, it was incredibly obvious that there would be some cleaning to do. Scarlett shook her head. Will really did need to learn some manners.
  She felt a buzz in her pocket, and pulled out her phone. She had most of her chats on mute, so when she did get a message, she knew it was from someone important. Well, important to her at least. She glanced at her phone.
  Good morning, Red. Sleep well?
  Scarlett raised an eyebrow. Jason was already awake? He usually slept in on the weekends. It was six in the morning, by the moons. (That's a reference. It's a thing we nerds do. Though I suppose that wasn't necessary, since you must be one too.)
  I slept great, thanks. Scarlett typed. What are you doing up this early?
  The answer was not long in coming.
  I couldn't leave my girl alone on her big day, now could I?
  Scarlett's heart practically melted. This was exactly the type of nonsensically sweet thing he was fond of doing. You big dope.
  Her phone buzzed. Guilty as charged.
  Scarlett was openly grinning by now.
  So did you leave yet?
  Not yet. Fifteen minutes?
  Are you excited?
  Can barely sit still.
  This is it.
  I know.
  The big one.
  I know, Jason.
  Just burning time. You are ready, right?
  Yeah.
  Right. Well, you could always stab things to pass the time.
  Scarlett considered this.
  I don't think there's enough time for that. Good idea, though.
  Krav maga?
  Now there was a good idea.
  That's perfect. I'm off
  Glad I could help :)
  Simply put, Scarlett got to it. As you may remember, (I say may because I'm yet convinced of your intellectual capacity) Scarlett has a lot of free time. And when I say a lot, I mean a lot. So, one of the pastimes she indulges in, (along with music, legal cases, and online arguments about the equilibrium of racism against capability,) is fighting skills.
  This includes workouts, krav maga, kickboxing, parkour, knives and firearms. She also invented a couple of moves herself, which is reasonable, considering the wings. And the tail.
  She spent the next fifteen minutes or so indulging in this pleasant pastime, until she was snapped out of her focus by a particular short and hairy individual.
  "Mom says you're leaving in ten." Will mumbled through a stick of overly processed mystery meat that was hanging out of his mouth. (Scarlett raised an eyebrow; that was fast. Then she grimaced, again, at what he was eating.) The "meat", I should mention, was raw. It never ceased to amaze Scarlett as to how his body remained intact, particularly the heart. Will turned around to go but was stopped by Scarlett. "That can't possibly be good for you. Aren't you trying to build muscle?"
  Will stopped, opened his mouth, closed it again, scowled, and finally spoke. "I'll stop eating these when you put down your phone."
  Scarlett gave a blank stare. "Snappy retort."
  Will looked back, gave a glare that would cause a viking to loose his bladder, and stomped off. Scarlett sighed and rolled her eyes. What was she gonna do with this guy?
  At any rate, it was time to get going. Scarlett got to her feet, stretched, and headed to the car. An excited smile formed unbidden on her face.
  As Jason had said, this was the big one.