Magus memoirs

Awakaning. Again.

The father.*^*

---???POV---

I woke up, my eyelids slowly peeling up, and watched the scene in front of me.

SHE was yelling at someone, pointing at me, but I couldn't hear well enough to get her words.

I attempted to stand, and the man grinned, and gestured, as if to say 'look, he's fine!'

Then I hit the ground. My ribs hurt. What are ribs? Hmm. I'll ask her later. I need to stand. He might still be a threat.

My eyes changed and dilated again, and 'ms' noticed. I stood again, and watched the man approach. My ears were ringing.

I couldn't hear his words, but he attacked again, and I reacted.

As soon as his hand grabbed my shoulder, I jumped, grabbing it, and wrapping my legs around his entire arm, twisting his wrist, and slamming him down, one foot on the ground.

My hearing started to level out, and and I heard Her telling me to let him go, that he hadn't known who I was, and he hadn't meant to attack me the second time, it was an apologetic motion.

I released his arm, but left my foot on his shoulder blade. "So he's not a threat? I assumed that the forced physical contact was aggressive in nature. What's aggressive? And physical?" I asked slowly.

"Aggression is a response to anger, physical means you can sense it with your eyes, touch, nose, or ears, or tongue. Now, kindly let my father stand?" She said slowly, clearly holding herself back.

"Who is-"

"You're standing on him." She said calmly.

"Ah. So his title is 'father'?" I asked, letting him up. I gripped a forearm, and pulled him up. He rolled his arm, then grinned.

"Nice move, kid." He said, then went and pressed his lips to 'ms' and wrapped an arm around her waist.

"So I am 'kid'? I thought you didn't know my name? And what is the point of that gesture?" I asked her slowly.

"No, it's a pseudonym, like calling the plant factorem viduam 'widow maker'." She said. "And that's a kiss. Another... Mating ritual."

"But factorem viduam Does mean widow maker." I said. "It's Latin. What's Latin?"

"... A dead language. Not many speak it. I think you were a scholar before that white buck brained you." She said.

"Scholar?" I said.

"Learned man. Like me, but I'm a learned woman, plus my father and I are hunters." She said.

"Do you not want to tell me your name? You keep getting close and then stopping for one reason or another." I said, fully off topic.

"I just kept getting interrupted. It's Faye." Faye said.

"Faye, as in fae folken, or Faye as in beautiful or vain?" I asked.

"What's Fae folken?" Faye said.

"The fair folk, fairies. I don't know where I'm from, and yet I'm sure they live there. Hmm.

But the white buck, I know many stories of him, oddly. He leads hunters to either their deaths or to their lives, for his own amusement.

Tell me, were you drawn after him? Did he entice you and then run all day, just barely visible?" I asked. "I'm not sure why it matters, but it feels as if it does."

"Yeah, I couldn't stop chasing him, but I never got a clear shot. I might have chased him to the ends of the earth had I not seen you." Faye said. "And my Name means beautiful, not vain."