Rogue, Silver and Silent

My Lover's Twin

I merely watched as her eyes dragged over me, clearly she was gaging my reactions seeing how I was taking this news, which was not at all that well. Until I remembered that I wouldn't actually be staying on the barracks, with my pups it would be too much for the children to handle. I mentally as well as physically straightened up, plastering one of those fake smiles that I had only really seen on the girls on this strange land.

"It’s . . . quaint."

I was sure that the pause was giving away to my true feelings of everything that I had absorbed, but she played it off with a smirk and a wave of a hand.

“I guess that’s one thing you could it.”

She slumped down on to the low bed, the squeaking of the rusted springs creaking underneath her weight. A playful smile fell on my lips as she lazily dragged her eyes across me, scrutinising my every move, as though my movements are the things that's going to give me away. I had long since been taught to move like the rest of them, master their facial expressions. It was developing their attitude and their ‘language’ that I was going to find difficult.

I didn’t even take a glance towards the bed opposite her, which was now apparently mine to claim. It was no doubt the same as hers which would be the same in every room, in every barrack, in every form. Individuality is obviously not welcomed here. Her hefty gaze was starting to weigh on me when the delightful breeze of the opening door swatted at my back. It was instinct to jump forward away from the door; with my pup weighted to my side it was an act of instinct to protect them.

“Good reflexes.” Her gaze had narrowed, what was once a heavy stare was now a glare and a scrutiny full of consequence and suspicion. As much as it was obvious that she didn’t trust me, neither did I, her.

I kept my pups close to me, Chica was becoming restless and fidgety, it was clear that she was tired but was fighting off the sleep by the new wonders she was absorbing. My little pup had long since dropped off and was now snoring lightly as I rocked him back and forth with the holder of the carrier digging into the crook of my arm. I swung out of the way to let the person into the room, when their obstructive scent pulverised my delicate nose, I had to hold back from gagging. As little as I know of the customs of this land and of these children, I knew that making it aware that someone was causing you discomfort was considered rude, especially if it had anything to do with their “scent”.

I reluctantly settled on the low rise bed, with its creaky springs that held an innuendo that I was too busy acting innocent to answer. I avoided looking up towards the two quarrelling children, busying myself with re-clothing my pup, and laying my Chica in my free arm; rocking her to the silent lullaby in my head.

“It’s obviously nothing to do with us; I know it’s a territorial problem. When he gets back we’ll talk.”

“No. We’ll talk now; it’s a riot out there.”

“This wouldn’t have anything do with the fact -”

“No, it has nothing to do with the fact that you gave up my child before I had even known you were pregnant, or the fact that I was the last person to know.”

“Good, because I am done talking about it, and honestly, out of everyone he decided to send you.”

“Trust me; it wasn’t exactly my idea either. So who’s the new girl, everyone seems a bit on edge about her?”

Clearly these humans have dismissed me and resorted to believing that I can’t hear them, when I am clearly in the same room as them, ‘Isn’t that what you wanted, not to be noticed, to be dismissible.’ I tried not to snap back at the pompous voice that now seemed to have taken to just arguing about any and every point with me.