The Fool represents new beginnings, having faith in the future, being inexperienced, not knowing what to expect, having beginner's luck, improvisation and believing in the universe.
I, Mordred De Ville, have fucked up royally.
"Mor?" Moon said curiously. I shook my head. "I'm fine. Let's just get on the damn barge and leave." I mutter, shoving past him. He sighed and followed after me.
A little bit of context, if you care to listen... Moon and I have been dancing around each other for years. Years. We've been friends ever since my mum stabbed someone to death in a drunken stupor and got arrested. He's always been there for me.
And here I was, fucking it all up with kissing him. Well, not actually kissing him. But rather, almost kissing him. I wish I didn't. He just looked so kissable. And when he confronted me about it, I made up some kind of excuse. I don't even remember what it was, despite this being fifteen seconds ago. The disappointment in Moon's eyes made my heart beat a little bit faster. Maybe this wasn't one-sided.
I walked up to the pier, shoving a fifty into the captain's hands and stepping foot on the boat.
Pheonix appeared next to me. "Yo. What's up with you? You're being awfully quiet." She murmured, reaching out to touch my hand. I blinked for a second. "I'm fine." I acknowledged her, shaking my head. Pheonix sighed.
"Oh my god, you're terrible at lying. Just tell me the truth." She murmured, jumping up to sit on the polished wood guard rail.
Now, this, my dear reader, is Pheonix Latissa. For a fifteen-year-old, she's brilliant. She's Moon's best friend, and they might as well be siblings, for how well they know each other. She has long, blonde hair that she dyed herself, and amber eyes. Her skin is a chestnut brown, and she stood at around 4' 11'. Yes, she was very, very short. Yes, she was the youngest in our group. But she was very smart and thoughtful. She wore a brown woolen coat with big shiny buttons, a turtleneck, and a plaid brown skirt with dark tights and doc martins.
Her hobbies include: only swearing in Spanish, helping people's problems, and generally just being a kind and caring person. She's from a family of six, and she's the oldest. This shows. Despite me becoming our group's protector, she definitely provides. And yes, she is Hispanic for anyone wondering.
I stare at Pheonix for a moment. "Okay. I fucked up." I sighed, leaning against the rail and watching the crowd on the pier slowly transfer to the boat.
"Oh, Mordred. I know. But the question is what you did." She teased. I glared at her for a second before returning my gaze to the crowd.
"I almost kissed Moon."
"Oh my goodness, did you really?" She gasped. "wait, almost? Might as well get the job done, pussy." She added, a mischievous glint in her eye. I rolled my eyes. "Shit's scary, Phe." I grumbled.
The steamboat lurched forward, and I turned my gaze to the harbor in front of me. Mist curled it's ominous fingers around our vessel, and dark clouds of pollution, smaug, and dust caused the whole world of Fishlegs to be bathed in an acidic green light. Pheonix slid off the rail and landed with an easy thud next to me.
I turned, and she gave me a comforting smile.
"I'm sure things will be okay, Mor. I mean, it's you and Moon! When did you ever stay in a fight for over two days." She teased, gently leaning against me for support. I nodded. She did have a point. Me and Moon were friends for years, but we never argued, or said anything mean to each other. Everything would be fine, right?
I sighed. "Right," Pheonix smiled at me. "Hey, let's go find the others. We gotta celebrate!" She exclaimed, grabbing my wrist and dragging me away from the rail.
