The Flood- Undergoing Some Editing And Stuff

Blues, Purples, Sometimes Black

I woke up in a strange place, the sun shining directly in my eyes. I sat up and it all started coming back. The trip, the beach, the forest, the girl, and me. I was doing better, but my head was still spinning.

"Oh, good, you're awake," the accented feminine voice called from the doorway.

I looked around the house we were in. It was spacious, welcoming, with big windows. I was in a sitting room if some sort, on a comfy love seat.

There was a staircase that I could see across from where I sat, a big fireplace with a large, flat black plate being the focal point of some of the chairs. Others in a 'U' shape facing the big windows. Everything was so nice and high quality, I thought I died and went to the afterlife.

"Do you want something to eat?" The girl asked, coming into the room and breaking my observing of my surroundings.

She was a very attractive girl, maybe age fourteen. She was shorter, skinny with small curves, and big, round golden brown eyes. Her hair was a lighter ginger color, and her skin was fair, covered with a light spatter of freckles.

"Yes, food would be nice," I replied.

She brought in a tray of sliced fruits and some other things I couldn't even begin to put a name to.

I ate some of the fruit and what looked like bread. It was sweet and had a light, whipped creamy substance on top. I scarfed it in about four seconds.

"You like it?" The girl asked. I nodded. "It's called pound cake. On top is whipped cream, and sometimes I eat it with the fruit."

"Pound cake," I mused, "it even sounds tasty."

"So, you want to tell me a little about yourself?" She asked, dark brown eyes searching for answers.

I decided to not tell her about the goddess as a grandma part. It would seem weird to a normal person.

"Erm, I am almost sixteen, I lived on an island, I love the ocean, and I have my companion who should be around here somewhere. Oh, and a dog. Where is she?"

"The boy, he's resting upstairs. Your dog is still in this room, in that cage over there." She pointed to a cage by the love seat I slept on. "You can get your puppy while I could go get the boy?" She offered.

"Yeah, that would be great," I answered.

She disappeared upstairs to go get Aster, and left me here on my own. I first got Nutmeg out of the contraption she called a cage (with a little difficulty), the I admired the house - though it seemed much to big to be called that - and realized I never got her name, though I never did give mine.

She came down the the stairs, Aster followed a few feet behind. Once he saw me awake, he visibly relaxed some. Once down the stairs, he sat down on the same piece of furniture I was on. She sat in a chair across from us.

"So," I started, petting Nutmeg who sat on my lap, "I never actually got your name."

"Oh, pardon my bad manners," she said. "My name is Viola, and I'm sixteen in three months. And you have a name too, if I had to guess," she hinted.

"Larkspur Nova, and this one is-" I introduced.

"Aster Sharp, the adult of our small group," he smiled.

"I'm an adult too and you're only, what, a year older than me?" I defended.

He ignored me and looked to our saviour. "So, you live out here?"

"Yeah, kinda," she replied, her accent crisp and clean.

"What do you mean by 'kinda'?" I questioned.