• seeker odette boot • (cockayne) wrote in valesco, @ 2015-11-15 23:23:00 |
|
|||
Entry tags: | arthur griffiths, odette boot |
ARTHUR - SUNDAY MORNING!
Falling onto her back, Odette let out a great sigh. Adrian had made her promise to stay put, Adrian had made her swear not to go searching for Artie, Adrian knew what would be best, here, so perhaps it would be better if Odette tried to focus on something else? She could prepare what she would say to Artie when he returned, inform her own family of this news, collect her thoughts on this great new matter, blahblah blah blah blah!
Irritated, Odette collected a fistful of sand and quickly dropped it back down to the beach beneath her. Last night had been filled with all those kinds of things, but even Odette couldn't admit she had been devoted to those causes. She had felt much more distracted by the bigger issue, the greater thing that everyone else seemed to be able to put on hold; Artie had heard everything. And now, he was gone, lost in the night who knew where, doing who knew what, and--- what had happened had been the exact opposite she felt so adamantly about preventing. She hadn't meant for him to hear those things, they hadn't been--- well, they were right, of course, but you didn't put a twelve-year-old junior leaguer into a professional international match, did you?
No, of course not. And now... she felt guilty for her words. Not a person to actively allow guilt to take her, Odette found herself almost totally consumed by it. She liked Artie, she had grown fond of him in their short days together, and felt protective of the younger wizard. But now, that was all... confused and mashed together with other things, other ties, and it made her wonder how bloody absurd it was that even as an adult, even at this time in her life, her father was still capable of screwing with her and other people's lives.
Tired of doing nothing already in the morning sun (she had refused to go for a run with Adrian, and instead opted for a casual, lonesome walk along the sand purely out of spite), Odette sat back up as she took her wand out of her pocket. As it seemed that no one was around, probably due to the time, she began to flick her wrist idly, making random marks and designs in the sand.