I wander through fiction to look for the truth, buried beneath all the lies Who: George and Glory. What: A walk and a talk. When: Monday after this. Let's say around sunset? Where: Streets! Might end up somewhere in concrete. Rated: PG?
After dealing with whatever unimportant thing was keeping her busy, George had texted her sister and arranged a little walk around the island, only the two of them. It had been her idea to initially keep on the pet subject, but after a few blocks on silence she realized that her mind was too focused on her power -she couldn't get used to the word at all- and the fact she didn't want to keep something as big as that from Glory anymore to focus. And what if her sister could do something similar? Did she have any right to feel offended? She wasn't, and knew she wouldn't if that were the case, but still...her conversation with Emily had made everything in her life odder.
"So", started as they crossed a deserted street, the perfect place to talk about something private, she guessed. "Okay, I really don't know how to explain this. I mean, I've been meaning to tell you, but every time I made my mind about it I ended up thinking that you would freak out and, I don't know, shun me? Or just stay freaked out forever." Way to say a lot of nonsense, George. "But then I had this conversation...", she was keeping Emily out of the equation, because it wasn't her place to talk about the only other person she knew that could do impossible things. "And I think I'm ready to spill the beans. Metaphorcally speaking, I mean. Uh..." She wasn't getting anywhere anytime soon.