A Tale of One Deviant (Book One)

Chapter 62: Date to Prom...Mother Don't Tease Me!

A few days later, on the twentieth, Dreik-day. Kitri came, not bothered by the cold that had settled over out home, standing outside the front gates.

     This time he didn't have to argue with the gatekeepers again since they were expecting him that morning. The only thing they weren't expecting was that he was wearing the same thing he had come in that summer: pants, no shoes, shirt with a front and no back, nothing on his head.

     His wings kept him above the ground and he didn't use his feet as usual, not trying to make fun of grounded people but unable to make it seem like he wasn't.

     He floated on in to the house, being led by a maid to Father's office. I'm always there, 28/7. Many times, I sleep on the couch then just wake up the next morning to resume what I'm doing. Food doesn't really concern me, only water because my throat gets dry. Even though I don't need any of those little necessities, unless I'm running out of mana.

     So, unless I was in the office, I was playing with the children. That usually took up about four hours of my time, and then some maid dragged me away for cleaning, and then I was good.

     So, Kitri arrived in the office when I was there and Father was out training the knights. Real knights, I mean. Not my other persona.

     "Welcome back," I told him, standing up from the couch and stretching my limbs. I was never sore, but if I didn't at least display some sort of tire then explanations for my "Wonder Woman" body would need to be made.

     "Hey, Fir. How're you?" Kitri drifted listlessly into the room with a tired look on his face, haggard. Lethargically, he lay down on the couch and shut his eyes.

     "Woah, what happened to you?!" I saw dark circles under the eyes of the young spriggan, making me think he went to a Halloween party.

     "Party planning, Nana, Mother, sisters, father, pressure..."

     "Uh, so basically the winter solstice?"

     Without answering and so still he seemed like he was unable to move, Kitri jerked his head about an inch in either direction as he nodded at me.

     "Sleep for a while, you look like you need it. We can leave later," I drifted over the table to the couch he was on and placed a pillow under his head, watching his wings curl up.

     "Muh," he muttered. I guess that was a "yes."

     It was still very early in the morning, to the point that I wondered why the heck even I was awake. The children were still sleeping, which meant that the day for a lot of people was not starting yet. I was one of the few people in the mansion up, besides the guards and butler.

     So, Kitri slept for a while.

     Until rambunctious children went running down the halls squealing and laughing a few hours later, pounding into the office at a time when Father was here. I had my face buried in a large book so I didn't notice, but Kitri groaned when the noises came closer, then was awakened rudely by children jumping up and down by his head at seeing a real "fairy."

     The only thing that led them to think he was a fairy was because of his sharp ears. His wings were rolled up still, looking like kaleidoscopes.

     "I'm not a fairy. I'm a spriggan..." He muttered, irritated, before trying to drift to sleep again. To help block out the noise, he turned so his face was facing the couch and put another pillow on top on his head.

     I found it pitiful how he tried so hard to correct people, but they never listened. It was to the point he muttered it while half asleep, refusing to give up until the bitter end.