Chapter 6
Senku
Zorche is acting weird today. He has welts on his face, which of the sort Senku suspected was his beloved sister's doing. However, Zorche′s dirty uniform and softer curled hair was different. They had known each other since before their parents' situation, 3 years ago. And within that time, Zorche had always kept his uniform clean, and hair in spikes, his hair less-gelled and the brown smearing his arms were odd.
Beside him, at the table, was the outbounder girl, maybe a year older. By the looks of it.. Her fingers are thinner with delicate shape, but rough in texture and looks. The blue tipped boy beside him at the table, tied down but unbothered was avoiding all touch, another consequence by his sister he suspected.
Across the table, Senku′s eyes glaze over the raven haired boy, glaring daggers of hot ice across the table at the spiky blonde. The boy was odd, with longer black hair, dirty ash-grey shirt and black stretchy pants.
Senku′s eyes not only address the regular clothing but their little features, like the hidden necklace with a crescent moon and cat hidden beneath Alexander's shirt, or the simple silver ring coiled around the girl's middle finger. Along with the loosening bottom of the blue-tipped boy′s shoes.
¨Brello,¨ Corazonia whines, pulling on Senku′s sleeve, ¨You′re ignoring me!¨
¨Sorry, Schello,¨ Senku replies, smiling fondly at his younger sister. Her hair was blond, burning into a deep orange at the bottom. Her hair is by far one of the most beautiful in the village, like a sunset. Still holding onto the silkyness of a baby's hair, although she is already five.
¨Schello.¨ A softer warm voice murmurs in repeat across the room. It was the blue-tipped boy, his eyes widening in surprise, ¨Youre village also called each other that?¨
Senku nods, ¨Of course, schello, and Brello are things known everywhere. We may not like you outsiders but we still only closed off 50 years ago. We share many things in common with the outside.¨
¨I see, so fifty years ago you say?¨ Porter murmurs, ¨And your town's name is Ravenwood?¨
Senku nods, his hands wrapping around Corazonia and pulling her up on his leg. She was smaller than the rest, understandably, and liked to be carried. Meanwhile Sentsu was busy bothering Zorche, asking about how zorche caught them and was such a hero. Zorche was obviously bluffing about being so strong and brave, and The girl made sure everyone knew.
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¨You did not kill a pet dragon we had, moron!¨ The girl shouts, her eyes rolling dramatically. ¨Dragons aren't even real, and even if they were, you're not that strong! Didn't you get punched in the head the moment we arrived?¨
Zorche's round eyes turn on her angrily and defensive as a kicked puppy, ¨ You're a liar!¨
¨Sorry, Zorche but Bailey is right.¨ Porter intervenes, his smile soft, almost as if it could heal the damage to Zorches' overly-inflated pride.
¨Senku, can you help me out, and shut the crowd a' curs up for me?¨ Fiona huffs from the other side of the counter, ¨and afterwards dice the carrots?¨
¨Yes, Schello,¨ Senku sighs, standing up as swiftly as the watery accent of his voice, ¨You lot heard my dear sister, so shut it before i muzzle you down with ropes and feed you stuffed peppers through a Hr?anker.¨
They all go quiet. Even Alexander's teeth sheath under the young boy's glare.
How shameless Senku thinks to himself as he walks towards the counter, Cant even bother to try and save their pride.
Senku walks to the basket, grabbing it out along with a gramba knife. A traditional type often made within the village for cutting or dicing vegetables. It was a simple knife with a wooden handle, dents along the top and a fine, curved tip.
The house continues in silence, the only sound being Corazonia and Sentsu outside running back and forth on the porch, and the sound of cooking in the kitchen.
Ck-clunk the Gramba clinks against the cutting board. The sweet scent of brined meat and boiled vegetables wafts though the air, blowing though the house and open windows.
¨Himen krah sanmmm, su lah a don¨ Fiona sings the old flocktale song quietly, her mouth curving into a pleasant, small and private smile.
¨Look to heaven's stars, and pray for the right wings to grow— then farm.¨ Zorche translates, whispering under his breath, beginning to hum the slow soft beat too.
¨Loub a crey ra daann, seeth o seb a grannn¨ they continue, The haystack blonde girl joining in, ¨Sayb a lu of cran, sue la de amaaan~¨
Alexander murmurs the meaning under his breath, reluctantly soothed.
¨The brightened rose grows bright, too bright for Almiyan's eyes. Down he cast the hands who did no crime,¨ The music continues, ¨ For they were only A angel who shines too bright, will share poor aga′s life~¨
¨ras a dawn a blon, grop a dim la schang¨, be quiet, in this mourning song, for angels grow until they fall.
