Life, Death, and Time - A Books Of Beginning Collection

Oneshot: Jealousy

Background: Rafe is alive. The Wibberlys (along with Rafe and Wilamena) have traveled to Loris so Michael and Richard can attend a convention of dwarfish craftsmen.

Content: Fluff. Wibberly Family + Friends. Kate x Rafe.

The clear blue sky was full of light that shone down the magical island of Loris, a light breeze ruffling Rafe's hair as he made his way down the sun soaked cobblestone road. He had gone wandering away from the others for a little bit, not quite ready to head into the bustling chaos of the convention, with dwarves giving lectures and speeches and calling out their wares and competing for customers. It was going to be all hustle and bustle in that market square, Rafe was certain.

If he were to be completely honest, he hadn't been excited about this little trip at first. But Michael and Richard had both wanted badly to attend the convention, and King Robbie had offered everyone tickets, so here they were. And Rafe had to admit, it wasn't bad. The day was nice, and everyone, even Emma, was excited by the promise of the dwarfish culture. There was food and celebration of great creations. All in all, it was both an educational and fun experience.

Rafe inhaled the cool, clean air, tinged with a hint of flowery sweetness. He looked around for the source of the smell, and spotted a small pop up florist stand. Thinking of getting some of the lovely blossoms for Kate, he went to speak to the vender.

A young lady looking to be his age leaned over her little counter as he approached. She had shiny brown hair that fell straight to her shoulders and a pair of grey eyes twinkling with mischief. She grinned as he approached, "please tell me you're looking to buy some flowers."

Her English was accented but clear, like many of the people on an island where many languages were taught. As a hub of the magical world, people from all across the globe stopped by, making  a comprehensive knowledge of language important to life and businesses.

"Yes, actually, I am," Rafe responded politely.

"Thank goodness," the girl replied, "I haven't had a customer all day! Everyone has gone to see the dwarves and their masterpieces. Including my father, by the way, hence why I'm stuck minding the cart."

"Sounds dull," Rafe commented.

She rolled her eyes, "oh, you have no idea! I am so bored. But that's not important right now. I'm Lois."

"Rafe," he answered simply, hoping she didn't recognize him from his time being part of the Dire Magnus. Fewer people than he had expected did, but he still kept his guard up. They had every right to hate him, but he made sure to protect himself.

Lois just continued to grin, "nice to meet you Rafe. Are you an American? You sound American."

Rafe couldn't help but smile back at her directness, "I'm from New York. I actually came with my... my people, for the convention."

"Then what are you doing here?" Lois asked jokingly.

Rafe shrugged, "wasn't ready to face the crowds yet."

"I would've thought you'd be used to them, being a city boy and all," Lois said.

He rolled his eyes, "well I'm not living in New York at the moment. And the crazy of the city is a different beast then my friend Michael getting all squeaky with excitement over dwarves."

"Can't be that bad."

Rafe sighed, "don't underestimate Michael. His excitement knows no bounds. And once he gets excited, his girlfriend Wilamena gets excited too, and then his little sister Emma starts complaining and it's really just a chain of chaos."