To her dissatisfaction, Fiona rallied quickly from the doubled impact, throwing her own punch over. She caught it by the wrist, then the second one too when Fiona went with her free hand. Fiona shot her own headbutt over, their heads crashing together with an impact that issued involuntary whimpers of pain from both of them. Even so, their hands warred and grappled for dominance. Both women strained against each other, face-to-face. She was very aware she was making a scene and what few people were there were starting to watch - and in the heat of the moment, she truly, truly didn’t care.
“It burned for the entire journey to Rynmere, and then half a season, if you’re curious,” Yana hissed in Fiona’s face. The eye was quite a bit of a sore point, really. Adjusting had taken a long, long time, and it had taken even longer for her to be able to stand the ugly scar when watching her mirror image. In truth, she would have liked to gouge Fiona’s out out of spite, but she could use the woman’s help. It would be foolish to turn an unfriendly ally into a threat.
“I’m sorry to hear that,” Fiona said, sounding not at all sorry to hear that. “Just doing the job. Nothing personal at all.”
She let go of the wrists with a huff. Fiona thankfully did not follow through.
“Anyway, I have things to take care of.”
“A boyfriend, for example.”
“He’s in Rynmere, so no.”
“Just an ordinary human living an ordinary human life in an ordinary human city.”
“Life finds a way. Unless you’re you. Then it finds a way to avoid you altogether.”
Fiona stared for a moment, and Yana wasn’t sure how she would respond. She was a half-solved puzzle to her now at best, a question half-answered; a shadow of old, aggressive, antagonistic behaviours and weird new ones. They say mages became more erratic as they grew in power, and Fiona Zippomaria O’Connor had been firing energy...whatever she called it… for a long, long time…
What she did not expect was for Fiona to smile, open up her hands, and gesture for a hug.
“Been missing you, Red,” she said. “Really been. C’mere, yeah?”
“I haven’t,” came the retort, though the Yludih did not object when Fiona wrapped her arms around her. For about two trills, then Yana forced herself out of it, feeling mostly awkward. She wasn’t a hugger, certainly not with Fiona. It was odd that she of all people would want one, from Yana, no less. Either her growth as a mage had cracked her in the head, or being part of the Black Guard had driven her insane. Could be both.
Could be worse: could be that she actually meant it.
“So,” Fiona was chortling a little now, as if this had all been some big joke. For someone as cleanliness-obsessed as Fiona, who would rather stand than let her soft and delicate butt touch a smudged seat, who would die before initiating bare, physical contact, she… If that was her idea of throwing her off, it was a weak, not to mention, dumb attempt. If it wasn’t… the magic must have finally gotten to her, driven her mad. Well, madder. Or worse: gave her an actual sense of humor… okay, maybe it wasn’t so awful at attempt at throwing her off if she actually put some thought into this. “Let’s go through the needless formalities then: hey, good friend, my name is Fiona O’Connor. I’ll be your guide through this magical adventure. Pray tell, what brings you to our sunny Foster’s?”
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