Ravens and Crows

Chapter 6 ~Wylan~

I watched as the weird, dark skinned lady held Jesper's hand. If I'm being perfectly honest, it looked like nothing was happening.

Finally, she let go.

"What are you?" The lady asked.

"Do you ask everyone that after you touch them?" Ronan grumbled.

"Just ones like you," Calla bit.

Ronan stiffened. "What do you mean like me? He a dreamer?"

"No, he does something else." She pointed to Nina. "So does she. They call them...Grisha."

"Grisha," Gansey repeated.

"So what do you do?" Blue asked Jesper.

"Oh, uh," Jesper tapped his revolvers. "It's kind of hard to explain."

"Can you show it?" Adam asked.

"I guess...do you have a square of carpet or fabric?"

Blue thought for a second and then ran up stairs. She came down with a ball of yarn. "Does this work?"

"It should," Jesper grabbed the yarn and sat down on the couch.

"Wait," Everyone snapped their gaze to Kaz. "This is a secret," He glared at Ronan. "So in return, we get a secret."

"We'll think of one," Adam said.

"No, I want to know about Ronan."

"What about me?"

"Everything, you know all of Jesper now, so it's only fair we know all of you."

"Technicly," Ronan glared. "We still don't know shit about Jesper, just that he needs some yarn. And that means you don't get crap."

"Then Jesper doesn't have to show you anything."

Nina sighed. "Why do you have to make everything so complicated, Kaz?"

I agreed with Nina, Kaz made everything some big, illegal sceme.

"It's business," Kaz shrugged.

"No, it's not." Nina shook her head.

Kaz was about to protest more but Inej shot him a look and he gave up. I don't know how it happened, but at some time during me and Jesper getting together Inej and Kaz started something that was probably a relationship in an interesting 'you can leave me and be a pirate' way.

"No more objections?" Jesper checked. "Cool."

He stared at the thread. I'd seen him do it many times with the carpet in the mansion. He would change a few strands here and there and then all the sudden next time I looked the carpet it was a mosaic of crows and guns. Or when he was shooting out back, he'd sometimes turn his back to the target, shoot towards the house and change the bullets direction to hit the target right in the red.

The yarn started to change from the mint green it was to a red that matched my hair.

He stopped after about a foot or two had changed and looked at the crowd of gaping teens.

"Awesome," Gansey said.

"Sick," Blue nodded.

"Werid people keep finding us," Adam sighed.

"Great," Henry said, "another thing to process."

For some reason I didn't like Henry. It was that first impression thing you tried not to have but did. He looked too much like Kuewi, and the thought of Kuewi was a sour one. I once had to look like Kuewi for a heist. Not only did I have to hear my father, for like the millionth time, talk crap about me, but later on Jepser made out with Kuewi in front of my eyes thinking it was me. Kuewi also liked Jesper so this pleased him greatly.