To Rhial

22

Brenden

She walked out of the clinic like nothing in the world could break her stride. Just smiling and waving her arms around until they were outstretched in a hug.

"Come here bitches. It's about time you thanked me for saving your asses."

I playfully scoffed. "Who the fuck do you think ended up paralyzed trying to fix your dumb ass?"

She smiled back smugly. "Where do you think Mother Yeline got the sigil?"

Desmond sighed and chuckled. "We never should have got you those arms."

Her smile only got smugger. "Yup, and now I'm gonna make it everyone else's problem."

Adam pulled us over, and we all slammed into Vetia as Adam wrapped the entire group in a huge bear hug.

"Please don't break my body, I just got my bones working again." She laughed, and we all joined in. "Okay, now that you're all close to me, we've gotta do something about those noble twins. Tarynn is really nice, but his sister is a miserable cunt. He's chill alone. Only problem is she's got him whipped, so they're a twofer no matter what." The hug turned into something of an awkward planning huddle. "It's great to see you guys again, but it's gonna suck with her around. Thanks Tells."

"Yeah, fuck you Tells," I said.

"Tells, you blithering idiot," Adam said.

Desmond groaned. "Leave it to the-"

Tells cut him off. "I'm stealing your teeth when you go to sleep tonight."

Desmond put his hand up to quell us. "I mean, can we kill her?"

Vetia was quick on the response, "Five on one? More than likely. But her crew would probably wipe the floor with us."

I got a little worried. "Wait, were you seriously considering killing her?"

"Not like actually. I just had a lot of time to fantasize about it."

Tells spoke up, "I talked with her yesterday about it. Lady Simira's pretty normal, I think she just hates you because her brother likes you. She said she's either going with us or staying until her servants come back, so meeting her crew along the way and sending them off wouldn't be too bad." Everyone went silent to think.

Adam whispered into the middle of us all. "You know, that feels like the logical and safest solution, but I also think getting on their good side might have its merits."

"I kind of agree," I said. "As long as nobody's getting killed or hurt, I like this idea. We can try to create good relations and maybe get some help and good favor while we figure this world out a little more." I heard footsteps behind me approaching.

Vetia spoke quietly and quickly as the footsteps got closer. "Listen, I'm getting on really well with Tarynn and she doesn't like that. We can just ride it out, play nice, and maybe she'll warm up once she gets to know us. I don't know. I'm not gonna lie, she hasn't even given me an inch, so I'll just keep my distance."

Footsteps halted out little huddle as we parted to see the twin brother standing there, wearing his orange outfit that matched his sister's, except with short sleeves to his shirt, bright orange baggy pants, and sandals. It helped that he didn't have as much jewelry as his sister, though. He didn't have any, actually. Both his and his sister's wardrobes had way too much orange in them, in my opinion. They definitely could have thrown in some more variety. His messy ponytail strangely complimented the loose style, but he didn't look unkempt himself. He looked like a surfer bro with the demeanor of a preppy rich kid.