Maya Juwayria Gardener (mayajuway) wrote in olympianthreads, @ 2014-12-23 19:02:00 |
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In the end she begged her mum to make her favourite pudding, which meant she was caught up in the kitchen for the next hour and Maya could escape. She made her way outside easily. It wasn't the house she'd grown up in - it hadn't made sense for her parents to stay in a four bedroom house after all the young Gardeners moved out - but she'd gotten used to the layout during the last holiday they'd spent here. She got her coat from the rack in the hallway and closed the door softly behind her. It was cold outside, but she didn't mind. It was a good sort of cold, crisp and dry with the smell of distant snow in the air. It smelled like home. With her precognition switched on as it always was lately, she sensed an obstruction in front of her and leaned down to touch the handle of a bike. It must belong to Nick, the little boy her parents were temporarily fostering. She smiled and moved around it until she could go down the path and sit on the garden bench. Her parents were people who needed someone to look after. How else did you explain the three adopted children despite the near total lack of money? She was glad they'd been able to continue helping children who needed it. She sat in the bench and breathed in the crisp air. As much as the island was her home now, a place she truly knew as well as herself, she loved being back in England. With her family. But it was nice to have a moment alone. It felt like ever since the earthquake she'd been walking on eggshells. Both to assure everyone else that she was all right and to convince herself. She wouldn't admit it, but the accident had really shaken her. She hadn't felt that helpless since before Olympian. She sat there a few more minutes. Inside the house she could hear her father's deep voice, Nick and Gracie laughing in response. Without understanding why, tears came into her eyes and rolled down her cheeks. She wiped them away, hoping her mother wouldn't be able to tell. Somehow sighted people could always tell when she'd been crying, though she had no idea how. There was hardly a sound, but a warning bell went off on the edge of her awareness. A very familiar bell. She sighed. "I know you're there, Miles." |