Reunion at Sea

Neighbor

No matter how much Quirin wanted to murder his now ex-friend, he knew that that would only make things worse and so he put his armor away and acted like all was normal as he went into town to find out the situation with Eugene and Cassandra. Varian and his uncles and aunts stayed behind in the house, Varian disappeared into his lab and found where he'd hidden his books and notes, grateful for the only really competent guard that had been lurking around his home before was his stalker. Speaking of which, he didn't know where he was. Hopefully somewhere far away.

While the Brotherhood guarded the town and his home, he set to work on finally translating that scroll, very much eager to learn how to get rid of these stupid rocks. "Seriously," he muttered, "there had be a less messy way to get her attention."

He felt the energy in the Moonstone inside of him shift and an apologetic emotion rippled through his body. He sighed and moved his hand to his chest. "It's alright...you didn't mean to." He went back to his translating.

You seem at ease. I am pleased to see you so relaxed, my little sliver.

He chuckled a bit and got out his old notes. "Well, I got my dad back, and I got you and my uncles and aunts. What could I be missing?"

He jolted as he heard a commotion outside and left his work to go to look out the window.

The Brotherhood were all fighting a cloaking figure, who was using a familiar style of fighting but Varian couldn't place where he'd seen it. He couldn't help but be impressed at this one person fending off all three of them, and then laughed as Ruddiger ran to join the fray. He leaned on the window a bit, then noticed that Ruddiger was sniffing at the cloaked stranger curiously before he ran circles around them, making the Brotherhood and the stranger stop fighting to avoid hitting him.

"Okaaaaay." He went to the door and opened it, whistling. "Ruddiger!"

"Varian, get back inside!" King Edmund said firmly.

"Varian?" The stranger asked with surprise, then he stepped back and whistled twice. Another cloaked figure came out of a nearby house and ran over to join him.

"Great, he called backup." Hector hissed, shifting his position slightly.

Varian stepped outside as the two strangers pulled off their hoods, his eyes lighting up with recognition. He knew them! "Clyde?" He breathed. "Mr. Miller?"

"It's Floyd." The man said, the teenager next to him grinning back at Varian. "Good to see you're alright, Varian."

"You know them?" Adira asked as Varian ran over and threw his arms around the other teen.

"You're okay! You're back!" Varian cried happily.

"And you're blue!" Clyde laughed. "What the heck happened, I thought you were going to evacuate but," he pulled out a Wanted poster of Varian, "you ended up getting into crime?"

"It's...a long story. Everyone, this is Clyde and his father Floyd Miller. They're both from Old Corona and were close with my family. Clyde, Mr. Miller, these are my dad's secret brothers and sisters."

"Ah, the secrets never end, eh?" Clyde nudged him with a smirk.

"Tell me about it." Varian rolled his eyes.

"Quirin's off in the Capital right now." Adira looked at Hector.

"If Varian says they're friends, I trust it." Hector retracted his weapon.

"So, what's with the clothes?" Clyde asked, looking Varian up and down. "You look like you're about to unleash an early winter."

"Haha, yes, I have been told my clothes resemble something the Queen of Arendelle would wear." Varian rolled his eyes and nudged him. "Speaking of clothes, and hair, you've changed, too!"