Grey > Alma

Day Off

You know, I didn't actually plan on writing a beach scene, but someone commented and made me think I should. So you can thank him/her. I don't remember who it was so good luck with that.

P.S. This might be short. 

The group of children and the two adults made their way to a beach that wasn't very sandy. The younger ones immediately ran into the water and Emma had someone tie the rope around her waist to her shoe so she would stay connected to the ground and still "swim". That had been Riya's idea. Alma set down the basket before they hit the stones and she sat on a blanket she laid out. She gestured to beside her. Riya lowered herself, straightening out her dress nervously. She saw Enoch siting in the shade, Olive hovering behind him. He was making something with clay. 

Feeling eyes on her, Riya turned back to Alma to see the bluest blue eyes she'd ever seen on her. 

Riya blushed, looking down. Well, at her feet. 

"Riya." She waited until Riya made eye contact again to continue. "I was wondering if I could request something of you." 

Eyebrows furrowing, Riya nodded sorta shakily. "Um... I suppose." 

Alma giggled. "I haven't even said what it is yet." 

"Well, what is it?" Riya asked softly. 

"Look at the children," she started. Oddly enough, when Riya did, Alma didn't. "Tell me what you see." 

Riya looked at Alma sharply. She opened her mouth to protest. 

"I'm sure you don't enjoy talking about your so-called hallucinations, but I promise not to laugh and I will believe you." Her light had gone a shade Riya recognized as trustworthy. But that policewoman from Florida had had the same shade. 

Riya sighed. She looked at the kids again. "Well, Claire and Hugh both have light yellow auras which signify joy. That's their main color. Auras will change with their person's moods, but there's always a base." Her eyes flicked up to the floating Emma. "Emma loves completely and I can tell because her aura is light red. It also means joy, but a more mature kind. Hugh's and Claire's are the pure, child-like joy. It's the color of the pure yellow crayon. Hugh's will occasionally have a stripe of black shimmer through it. I think it has to do with his bees." She looked at the empty yet moving clothes. "I can usually see Millard in a way because of his aura. The color has nothing to do with it. I can see the outline of his body and it is incredibly embarrassing when he isn't wearing clothes. However, his base color is light blue. It generally represents healthy, understanding." Her eyes shifted to the two girls splashing each other. "Fiona and Bronwyn are green, olive green. It's just peace." She looked at the young man wading through the water with his suit still on. "Horace's purple is usually associated with nostalgia. Future or past, is probably irrelevant." She looked at her brother. "And my dear Jacob. He and Abe had the same brown. It represents stability." She turned to Alma, her eyes focused as they had ever been. They always seemed to be teetering on the edge of being lost within themselves. "And then there's you. Always a mix of blue and light orange." She didn't seem tempted to elaborate the meaning of her colors like she had with the others. 

Alma saw her consciousness starting to fade into itself and rushed to keep her grounded. "What do light orange and blue represent?" 

"The blue usually signifies a maternal person. Someone protective." 

"And the orange?"

"Orange is almost always intelligence and fascination and creativity. I think the fascination has to do with the you being the type of woman that you are. You're fascinated with your wards' abilities. But light orange represents strength and endurance," Riya explained. Under the strength of Alma's stare, she shivered. 

Alma smirked - which could have sent another shiver if Riya hadn't just recovered from one - and looked her up and down. "Cold?" 

Riya cleared her throat. "Yeah," she lied. 

Alma laid out, holding open her arms. 

Riya narrowed her eyes at the Headmistress. 

"I'll warm you," she whispered like a promise. 

Riya couldn't seem to help herself. She laid down and was pulled against the woman. For someone with such a small build, she was strong. She watched the kids play and she was sure Alma was doing the same. 

I literally just wrote this in less than an hour.