Pangaia: Agendas (Year One: Fall)

Chapter Twenty-Seven - Cheyenne

After dinner, her parents escorted her back to the dorm. "We'll see you tomorrow?"

There was a mixture of emotions pouring through Cheyenne. She felt sad and relieved all at once. As well as tired, and it was time to turn in and attempt to do some homework. Hopefully tomorrow would be better and a lot less awkward for them all.

Her father was the first to hug her goodnight, which surprised her since he had been the most standoffish earlier. "Be careful, especially with those boys. There's something about the Seer I don't like."

"All right, goodnight," Cheyenne said.

She didn't know what he was talking about. The most she could figure out was he, most likely, was referring to Anj and his bizarre ability to know things. That seemed to fit into everything she knew about the definition of the word 'Seer'. She'd be careful, but she didn't see Anj as being dangerous in the slightest.

"We love you," her mother whispered.

Upon entering her dorm, Cheyenne immediately went to lie on the couch and closed her eyes.

"Do you think they liked me?" she asked her roommate, who was busy wandering in and out of the den as she practiced walking in her six-inch-heels shoes.

"I think so. I don't know what there isn't to like. Why do you think they wouldn't? Did something happen? They seemed totally enamored with you at dinner from what I could tell."

"It's a silly question. I was just wondering what you thought of them."

"You asked if they liked you." She stumbled on her way back into her room and grabbed the door frame for support. "You didn't ask me what I thought of them."

"What do you think of them then?" Cheyenne rolled her eyes.

"I think they're cute. Your dad is kind of like a wind-up toy, though. No offense, just saying."

She nodded, unsure of what to think of them herself. They were a lot more easygoing than she expected. So young and hip and interesting, they didn't feel like parents to her. Things had gone smoothly at least. Maybe over time they'd fall into their roles more naturally.

"I think they liked me. I hope so," she said quietly.

"I thought they did," Halyn said.

She replayed the whole night over again in her mind until bedtime.

As she curled up in her bed, pulling the bed sheets and comforter up around her, she couldn't help but wonder about what the Divine, these gods and goddesses were like. What did they do exactly? More importantly, what would be expected of her when she joined them? As Mrs. Orinda had told her, a subculture within a subculture.

The Divine were important and powerful, and she would be a part of it all someday. The thought both scared and excited her.