212 Repercussions
After Skye, Klaus, and Ronnie finished off the pasta dishes, Alfred had Renee bring over mugs of warm apple cider to finish off their meals. Skye was hoping for some kind of dessert, but their time was running out. She wanted to be in front of the arena early, and explain what happened yesterday to Shasta first; before she had access to the sharp objects within the arena.
It was funny to her that Shasta would be mad that she didnât show up, considering how hard sheâd fought against it in the beginning. Skye liked to think that she and Shasta were actually friends, even if she didnât have the ability to heal Shastaâs drunkenness. She wouldnât have told her about her past if she hadnât. At least thatâs what Skye thought.
Even though Shasta was an unruly drunk that everyone knew, no one really knew her. She was extremely private about personal details, and extremely good at deflecting questions pertaining to her past. Grant it, not many had truly attempted to get to know her, but she didnât want to make it easy. Many a broken men and women had left Alfredâs in shambles after either showing too much interest in her, or simply asking the wrong question.
It was one of the main factors as to why Alfred had been so utterly shocked when Shasta began to open up to Skye the other night. She never spoke about the past, and she had deliberately invited him to volunteer his story as well. Not the he didnât get why; there was something different about the princess from any other human heâd met. Heâd actually wondered for a moment if she was a Land Siren, or maybe a Lamia.. But he wouldâve smelled the difference if that were the case. Plus Maevis wouldâve known.
As he waived goodbye to the three, Alfred lost himself in his thoughts for a few minutes.. âThere is Definitely something different about that human woman. Her scent isnât like anything Iâve ever smelled before. It was like I was drawn to her or something.. Strange.. I wonder if Shasta feels the same pull? Maybe thatâs why she opened up to her so easily? Why we both did?â
âTidas never mentioned her being a mage any of the times heâd talked about her. Did he know?! I bet he didnât.. Oh, I wish I couldâve seen the look in his face! It wouldâve been worth an entire monthâs stock of ale!â
Alfred didnât know it, but his tail had started wagging. Renee watched him being happily lost in his daze, which sent her into a dark train of thought.. âWhy is he staring at the door like that? Why is he-his tail is wagginâ?! Is it for her?! Could Alfred have feelings for the princess?! No! He canât! Heâs suppose to... Ahh! Who am I kidding? Heâll never see me like that.. Ima just sweet, wee Renee to him.. Permanently friend-zoned.. But I still love him.. How pathetic is that?!â
âGet a grip, Renee! If ye really love him, ye would want him to be happy! ....I just wish it could be with me..â
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As the two stood mindlessly inside the Catâs Paw Tavern, a hooded figure dashed away before they were noticed. They weaved through the alleyway, turned about and avoiding any people they came across without being seen. The only thing that let anyone know another person was in the vicinity was the distinct clacking of womanâs shoes on the pavement. A face or silhouette was never seen, only the lining of a fancy dress as the person disappeared around corners. Tracking her target with murderous intent...
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âDamn it.. Shouldnât have stopped for that sweet bun on the way here..â
Skyeâs mind nearly fried as Shasta came into view. She was impatiently tapping her foot while emitting enough frost to freeze all of Alcon. Her demeanor reminded Skye of a huffier, angry Tidas. Which somehow took the edge off of her threatening glare as the group approached her.n/ô/vel/b//in dot c//om
Skye immediately tried to explain what had happened, but Shasta cut her off coldly; âI literally have thousands of mages that would Kill to have personal training time with me. Do Not waste my time like that again or I wonât train you, understand?!â
Ronnie leaned close to Klaus and whispered; âI think she meant to say that she has thousands she can kill durinâ her personal training time..â
Shasta instantly looked at Ronnie with murder in her eyes and voice; âI heard that..â
âSorry! But I mean-â
âShut up if you want to live, Ron,â Klaus interjected.
Skye had giggled at Ronnieâs quip, drawing Shastaâs ire right back to her. She supposed it was for the best; Skye was the one she was actually mad at, after all. âBut why So mad? Itâs just one traininâ session.. Why is it such a big deal I wasnât here yesterday?â
Not being sure, Skye eventually lured Shasta into the locker rooms for the competitors. The weapons room wasnât too far away, so Skye kept an eye on Shastaâs magic; just in case irrationality overtook her friend momentarily. After she made sure no one else was around, Skye asked Shasta directly why she was so irate.
Her reaction to the question made Skye more curious than worried now. Shasta went from angry, to damn-near bashful in seconds. Her attitude was going to give her whiplash, so Skye asked again with a harsher tone. They didnât have all day to pull truths like teeth.
Fidgeting in place, Shasta spoke meekly; âWell now I donât know if I even Want to tell you..â
âYou were ready to scratch me face off outside for not beinâ here yesterday to hear it. Tell me now, or weâll simply move on to the fightinâ bit.â
âFine! You know, Iâm the one whose supposed to be angry here..â Shasta sheepish expression turned into a smile; âI got a letter from Lawrence. Heâs gonna bring his kids with him to the Summer Games.â
Skye beamed; âThatâs great! Ye love kids, and I bet Lawrenceâs children are adorable.â
âYeah..But,â Shasta hesitated; âWhat.. What if they donât like me?â
Shasta felt silly about how she was reacting. Kids loved her; sheâs a talking cat, for crying out loud! But for some reason she felt apprehension whenever she thought about meeting Lawrenceâs children. âWhat if they donât like me? What if they think itâs strange that their dad likes a cat woman romantically? What if Iâm too.. furry for them?â
As Shastaâs eyes began to glaze over, Skye snapped her fingers in front of her face several times. She was at the cusp of leaving the planet with her worries as fuel, but her friend brought her back. After seeing the light return, Skye began to gently admonish her friend.
âYer jokinâ with me, right? Of course theyâll like you! Theyâre gonna love you! Yer a walkinâ, talkinâ, overgrown cat! Whatâs not to love? Although I do suggest layinâ off the cream durinâ their visit.â
Shasta smiled brightly at her friend.âWAIT. When did Skye become the person I couldnât wait to tell things to? Wasnât that always Tidas? Or at the least Alfred? Neither would want to hear about this anyway. Theyâd probably just make fun of me. Skyeâs different.. Is this what itâs like to have a female friend? Huh.. Kinda nice.â
Once the Lawrence issue was shelved for now, Skye explained the day and night sheâd had. As soon as she mentioned Marco at the library, Shasta perked her ears up, but gave no other indications of interest while she dressed. Not until Skye mentioned Tidas coming to her rescue.
âPlease, please tell me they didnât fight?!â Shastaâs voice was strained as she spoke.
Skye grinned softly; âNo they didnât, thank the gods.. Thatâs sweet of ye worry for Tidas like that though.â
Shasta laughed sharply; âIâm not worried about Tidas, heâd mop the floor with Marco. I just donât want to miss the show when it finally happens!â
Skyeâs expression flattened instantly; âOf course.. Why would I think otherwise?â
The banter between them nearly erased Shastaâs ire, but she still planned on giving Skye a sound thrashing. Truth be told, she saw extraordinary potential in her friend. The legend craziness didnât really mean much to her, even after Skye told her about the freaky disembodied voice. If anything, it made her more determined to keep Skyeâs training up.
âYou do know that this all translates into âwork her harderâ to me, right?â
Skye smirked cheekily; âThatâs what I was hopinâ for. I know ye wonât hold back on me, especially if ye understand that me life-everyoneâs life, depends on me beinâ stronger.. I need to be as strong as I con be, in as many ways as I can think of. I Refuse to let anyone I care about die..â
The overwhelming resolve in Skyeâs eyes unnerved Shasta a moment. Saving the world was far too big a burden for anyone, but her love ones were a part of it. Protecting them meant protecting the world, and Skye seemed to get that. But that wasnât all.. Shasta thought she saw something else there too; amusement? No, that wasnât the right word for it.. âSheâs excited at the challenge of it all.. Thatâs my girl!â
Shasta beamed at Skye; âIâll help you as much as I can on one condition..â
Skye quirked an eyebrow in suspicion; âWhat? Ima not gonna be yer personal hangover cure, if that what yer-â
Shasta chuckled boisterously; âNo, but thatâs a good idea for the next time youâre desperate..â
âYer a strange kinda friend, ye know that?â Skye stated as she pinched the bridge of her nose.
âBut you know you love me already,â Shasta beamed at Skye sarcastically, but her reply caught Shasta off guard.
âAye, ye got me. So what do ye need?â
It was strange how that phrase struck a cord. It didnât click with her until then, but Skye genuinely did care for her. Not in a romantic way, but the friend way sheâd been unknowingly craving from another female. It was most likely why women sheâd been romantically involved with in the past always lasted longer than the men. It wasnât until they wanted to take the relationship further than a âfriends-with-benefitsâ level that sheâd dump them.
Skye wasnât interested in anyone but Tidas, which worked perfectly for Shasta. She could have her friendship with her without the usual baggage accompanied with relationships. It was a strange concept to her; not sleeping with the person she was growing attached to. âBut isnât that what I did with Tidas, Zas, and Alfred? Iâve never thought of them in a sexual way, so why am I so weird about women? Is it because of my past? What the hell is wrong with me?â
Before Shasta could fret any further, Skye snapped her back; âHey! Whatâs the trade off?!â
Jolted out of her thoughts so abruptly, Shasta replied; âLawrence! I want your help with Lawrence, ok!â
Skye literally squeaked her excitement at the chance to help and play Cupid. She didnât care for fashion or anything along those lines, but she was a romantic. To be able to help Shasta with her dilemma sent her into a frenzy of thoughts and words. She went off as they finished dressing, and walked to the arena where they found an impatient Maevis waiting.
âWhat took so long you two?! Iâve been waiting for almost half an hour! I was literally about to come find you!â
Skye and Shasta both laughed as they apologized for their tardiness. When Maevisâ expression went stern, they cut their laughter, and got to work setting up the privacy wall. There were more and more mages coming to practice for longer stretches as the Summer Games approached. If Skye didnât figure out a better solution to her privacy issues, her plans for winning against Tidas in the Mage Trials might not matter.. Not if everyone found out about her Tank trait beforehand..