Chapter Two : Amity Blight

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Amity POV
"Hey Mittens! Have you seen my scarf? I can't find it." I heard Emira yell from the room next to mine.
"No, what do you even need it for? You don't usually wear scarves."
"Uh, just feeling a little stylish today mittens. That's all." I could feel the sudden change in tone of her voice as she responded, but I didn't look into it much.

As I left my room to prepare for the market, I caught Emira rushing past my room, her hand quickly covering her neck as our eyes met. I had only seen her neck for a split second but I swear to the titan I saw red marks.
"Where are you off to in such a hurry?" I asked, in the most subtle tone I could possibly give off. There was a moment of silence before Emira responded.
"Oh uh, well Am, some friend of mine wanted to show me some cool healing spells. Also not to mention her desperate need for help as to cleaning her beast."

Emira talked so formally and quickly that I didn't bother asking anymore questions, assuming she didn't want to elaborate. From here on I could only assume what had recently been going down with her and Viney, but I didn't want to.

Setting aside the awkward tension that my sister and I had just faced, I grabbed my wallet and headed off to the market. I had promised Eda to help out with the stand a little, like I usually have been doing during some weeks. I've always looked up to the owl lady after she had welcomed me as if I were a part of her family during the time that Luz stayed. Luz. The thought of her name sent a warm, fuzzy feeling to my chest, my breathing softening.

The moment didn't last long though as Edric popped right up in front of my face.
"Edric!" His smile suddenly grew larger. I nervously questioned him.
"W-What?" There was a small moment of silence as his stare grew bigger. I watched him take a step back, raising an eyebrow before finally speaking.
"Whatcha thinking about Mittens? You're looking a little flustered today." I arrogantly huffed as a response before being able to blurt our the words I was looking for.
"Yeah, and me being aware of that isn't helping."

Before Edric was able to respond, I quickly made my way down the stairs and through the door. I could feel my warm cheeks starting to cool off a little. Okay Amity, no more distractions, head empty. As I was trying to think of not thinking of anything, thoughts of the human who once visited here sprung into my head, then questions. How was she? Is she feeling okay right now? When will she return? Is she going to return?

Unpredictably, my mind started replaying old memories of the time that Luz had spent here on the Boiling Isles. From the first time I encountered her as an abomination, to our dance-battle facing Grom, the memories played endlessly. My thoughts were interrupted as I tripped and quickly landed on my face. Before I was able to lift myself up, I could feel pairs of eyes landing my way. Embarrassed by the event, I kept walking towards the direction of the markets.

After walking for about 10 minutes, I finally reached the market. I wandered around in hopes of finding the owl lady's stand, whilst also peering around the other stands as I passed by. There weren't many things that caught my eye in these markets, but occasionally something nice would appear like some nice hoodies and necklaces.

"Hey kid!" I heard a familiar voice from around the corner calling out to me. As I walked closer to the voice, I was met with the owl lady and her companion, King.

"Morning Owl lady." The woman shot me a strange look before ruffling my hair, the annoyance in my face causing her to snort.
"Kid, you don't have to call me that anymore. It's been like what, three years? Just call me Eda." There was an awkward moment of silence before I was able to acceptedly respond.
"Right. Eda. So where shall we get started?" The owl lady scanned around the other markets, then her own.
"Well Owlbert should be back any minute now with a fresh batch of human relics. Just relax until he gets here or whatever."

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