The Children of the Gods

Chapter Four: Planning

"What a lovely day for a conspiracy!" Faiver stuck her arms up towards the ceiling and seemed to drink in the air of the shack. "And what a day to risk life and limb of yourself and someone you don't even know," her eyes landed on Maeva, shifting to a playful pink. "If Sol finds out I'm here, we are both in big trouble," she stated in a singsong voice, dancing around the shack while playing with random ingredients. She landed in front of Maeva, pressing her forehead against Maeva's own. "How lovely, isn't it, little pup?" she asked, cocking her head and breaking out into a huge and creepy smile. Maeva backed away, bringing her arms up to her chest to make herself feel more secure. Both Faiver and the old lady laughed, turning to face each other.

"The plan is a go."

"Perfect! Larald will be here with the delivery soon then," Faiver smiled, her eyes changing back to the bright orange. She turned to Maeva. "I would really love to stay longer, but unfortunately I have some unfinished business I would like to get to rather than dying because I am near two people I should never be near. It was nice to meet you! I hope to see you again soon," Faiver smiled brightly and offered her hand to Maeva. Maeva took it and shook it, agreeing with Faiver and expressing the same opinion. Faiver said goodbye to the old woman and disappeared in a flash of purple again. Seconds later, an orange portal opened and an older man stepped through. He looked very official and business-like, standing straight up with one arm tucked to his side and the other tucked to his chest.

"Good day, ladies. I have brought the delivery." He stated, stepping to the side to reveal a girl that was slightly shorter than Maeva herself. Her short, shiny white hair brilliantly reflected the light of the shack, a little splash of platinum blonde near the front of her head interrupting the shininess. She had the same eyes as Faiver, and just under her barely exposed collar bone, Maeva spied Faiver's purple follower's tattoo. Maeva had to go through a lot to hide her father's blue follower's tattoo on her wrist, covering it up constantly with tied fabric. She was awed at how this girl wore her tattoo proudly. "This is Sefle, the daughter of Faiver," the man, who Maeva assumed to be Larald, stated. Sefle looked uninterested and slightly uncomfortable, her body was twitching and her eyes were slightly darting around, refusing to meet anyone's gaze.

"Well don't be like that! Come say hello to your aunt!" The old lady wrapped Sefle in a huge hug and kissed her on the forehead as she pulled Sefle down to her height. Sefle looked even more uncomfortable and embarrassed, but she hugged the old lady back tightly. Her eyes finally locked on to Maeva's, a swirl of deep red barely broke through the orange once they did. Maeva flinched, but she was unsure as to why. When the hug broke, Sefle stood up and approached Maeva. Her eyes were becoming a deeper red the longer she looked at her, her face twisted in a look of anger. However, beneath the harsh red was a sparkle of pale, pastel yellow. Even through her anger, she was still curious.

"So, how do you know my aunt?" She asked, maintaining her distance and angry stance. She was attempting to be intimidating, but Maeva was not offset by her. She had her own curiosities about Sefle, and was determined to maintain a friendly demeanor to encourage Sefle to open up. She had never met anyone like her, and she was determined to get to know her. Maeva dropped her stiff appearance and smiled at her, explaining the story of how the old lady had saved her all those years ago. Sefle eyed her up and down, not looking convinced that Maeva was telling the truth or that Maeva was not a threat.

"Sefle, don't be so paranoid! You're gonna have to get used to her, you know?" The old lady chuckled, elbowing Sefle in amusement.

"What do you mean?"

"Well, if you are truly serious about gaining your rights and being able to see your mother again, you'll need the help of her and the rest of those like you!" Maeva's face lit up. She had always been curious about the other people in the world that were like her, children "born of adultery," as Sol said. Sefle did not look like she shared Maeva's opinion. Her face was pale and her eyes turned pale, pastel green, the color of fear. Her mouth hung open as the news rang through her skull, her knuckles white from clutching them tightly. The old lady chucked at her face and patted her chin. "Don't seem so distraught, dear! This is just the beginning of a wonderful journey to give those gods a what-for!" Sefle did not look settled, but she looked like she was thinking of a way out of her aunt's plan.