This prompt was inspired by my trip back to my hometown. I still know that town inside and out but a part of me now feels like an outsider. I’ve been outside the small town I grew up in, explored new cities, met new people… and now my small town doesn’t feel like my town anymore… is that weird?
Has anyone else felt that before? Let me know in the comments below. 🙂
His fingers gripped tighter to the edge of the bed. He appreciated that Gornard worried about him but with all his questions it felt his concern was more like an interrogation. They were both responsible for keeping Liora safe. Gornard was her personal guard, and she had placed him as the Commander of her men. He respected her talents and intelligence. She had come a long way from her humble beginnings as a Morzi student to the Master Healer of her people.
“She’s my best friend. That hasn’t changed,” Revris mustered out the words. They sounded more bitter than he had planned. Bitter about her choice in her current lover not for the fact they were friends.
Revris looked up, hearing Gornard snort at the reply. Something about what he had said amused him.
“It’s clear yar feelin’s for her has.” The large man settled himself in the chair across from the bed.
“I hate that guy!” Revris shouted, throwing his glove against the wall. He had held his tongue and his patience for the sake of not making a scene.
Gornard leaned against the wall, watching his God-brother stewing after the snarky remark Cael had made in the hall. The Northern Prince may have been accepting of Liora but after his experience on the front lines against the southern soldiers, Cael wasn’t so pleasant to others of the southern lands. Revris wasn’t like the other snakes Gornard had met. He kept to himself and rarely spoke to anyone outside the Six unless he had to.
“No, what yah’re feelin’ is jealousy, not hatred. There’s a difference.” Gornard grumbled, watching the man throw his second glove against the wall before sinking into the mattress at the end of his bed.
“Jealous? Why the hell would I be jealous?” Revris snipped, pulling off his boots and kicking them across the room. “I have nothing to be jealous about.”
“That there is bullshit and yah know it.” Gornard smirked, shaking his head at noticing Revris’s amber eyes narrow at the tone of his cocky retort.
Liora stopped in mid-step when she heard someone call her attention down the hall behind her. She turned half expecting to find Caldor scuttling to keep up, but there was another Chijin healer desiring her attention. The stout little man with the thick white curls resembling a cotton ball atop his head shuffled towards her. His eyes narrowed, peering over her wired lenses.
“Oldswick,” she tried to fain surprise, although she was expecting the old man would come hunt her down. She knew why he was looking for her, and she understood that he wasn’t going to be in a pleasant mood. “How are you?”
“Master Oldswick to you prospect, and I am not in much of a jovial mood at the moment.” He crossed his arms, taking a deep breath through his pig like nose. “You may know why.”
“I didn’t make it to volunteer with you yesterday,” Liora muttered. “I have a good excuse – the Empress wished for me to-”
“I don’t care. How I am supposed to permit you to take the entrance exams for full membership if you cannot put the time in to volunteer?” Oldswick scoffed. “I allowed you to become a prospect because of your grandmother but if you aren’t going to take this path seriously there are many others more willing to take your place.”
“No, I’m serious! I’m sorry… I just have so much on my plate right now and-”
“Lady Morza, I do not care. What I care about is your work with the Fellowship,” he adjusted his glasses to sit higher up his nose. “When you can’t even find the time to volunteer as a prospect, do you think I can trust you with a patient?”
Liora shook her head no. She wasn’t going to correct him with using her city as her last name. Morzi didn’t have last names but again, La’reen wasn’t Morza and they had their way of doing things. She had to accept that and deal with everything on her own. Oldswick wasn’t understanding like her other instructors, but she still had to stay on his good side if she was to follow in her grandmother’s footsteps.
“I’m sorry, Master Oldswick. I promise it won’t happen again.”
He burst through the door catching sight of the man stuffing a canvas sack full of his belongings. The man took no notice to his friend standing in the doorway, glaring him down to those golden eyes that burned into the back of his head.
“I’m leaving, Gornard. There’s nothing you or anyone can say to change my mind,” he shoved an extra cloak into the bag before glancing over his shoulder at the large man in his doorway. The Dermite’s arms were crossed across his chest making his appear more giant than his usual hunched form.
“Yah can’t just run away every time there’s trouble,” Gornard growled.
“Sure I can… I did it before and it worked in my favour.”
“‘Cause yah were running to meet up wit her! Now, the second somethin’ don’t go yar way it’s to the hills wit yah. Do yah have any idea how long it took her to find yah? Do yooou know what she went through to brin’ yah here to safety?” Gornard charged in grabbing the bag on the bed to throw it behind him. The two men stood glaring each other down. “She was obsessed!”
“Now, she doesn’t have to be. I’m safe and she knows it. I just can’t stay here when she’s… when we…”
He looked down at his hands. The orichalcum cuffs glimmered in the candle light that turned his room an orange glow. He had wanted things to be different. He had believed things would have gone differently.
“I know…” Gornard sighed, resting his hand on his friend’s shoulder. “Just cause she is marryin’ someone else don’t mean she don’t need yah. She needs yah, Rev, more than ever. We all do.”