June 29, 2016 by Lyn
I know what you’re doing
I see it all too clear
Kai knocked this time, seeming in a bit of a rush to get away from the giant – not that Jamian could really blame her.
“Come in,” came a lazy voice from inside. Kai glanced at Jamian and Tolly, then back at the closed door. Tolly shrugged and returned to the couch; clearly, this wasn’t a time he felt his help was needed. Jamian opened the door, wondering what he’d see.
It was nothing as bad as he’d expect in a cy’Linden room, but it still made him pause in the doorway; Dysmas was sitting at his desk, studying, while Nydia was curled up on the floor at his feet, reading, or at least holding, a book.
Kai was still uncomfortable from speaking with Tolly, and clearly intended to let him do the talking. Great.
“Uh. Are we interrupting?”
“Not at all,” Dysmas smiled. “What can I help you with?”
“Well, uh.” How could he phrase this, with Dysmas right there?
“I just came for the shirt I lent Nydia,” Kai said, “and to give her the notes from the project we discussed with the cy’ree.”
“A cy’ree project?” She’d gotten Dysmas’s attention, for good or ill. Nydia herself was watching them silently, curious and… something else. Possibly slightly fearful? “What kind of project does your cy’ree, such as it is or, rather, isn’t, have?”
“Oh, well,” she blushed, “I know we weren’t really a cy’ree, but the trip was so long, I kind of got used to thinking of us that way. Just some leftovers from our prep for the competition, is all; I hate to leave things un-done.”
Dysmas didn’t believe her for a second, Jamian could feel it. He was about to interject, to stop Kailani, to do something, when the vampire smiled and turned away. “I see. Well, of course she should have those.”
Only then did Nydia rise to approach them.
Kai winced faintly, but reached into her bag, pulling out two sets of notes – their own, from the Project – and the others. “I can get my T-shirt whenever you have free time,” Kai told the slender girl, whose new Changes seemed only to highlight her skinniness. “How are the leafy greens working for you?”
“They’re okay, I guess,” she said quietly, clutching the notes. The girl’s fear was rising, and Dysmas seemed like the cat that ate the canary.
“We should go,” Jamian whispered urgently to Kailani. The redhead nodded, then, politely, looked the smirking vampire in the eye.
“Thank you for your time,” she said politely, and a little defiantly. “We won’t bother you any longer.”
Jamian fled the suite, with Kailani in tow.