A Way with Words
15th of July 2006 A.D.
"Soo..." you look between Daniel and Lydia as the girl sips her milkshake and he does his best to pretend he is more interested in his soda than in staring dopely at her. "What got you interested in my dorky younger brother Lydia?" At the inevitable dirty look you raise your hands in mock surrender. "I'm asking so I know which of your many sterling qualities she missed the better to point them out."
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Lydia giggles at his long-suffering sigh before threading her fingers through his on the table.
"First off you have to understand my dad and me, we move around a lot. It's rare for me to have more than one term in a school so I'm always the new girl wherever go and it doesn't help that he used to be really protective of me. 'We don't know who the girl's parents are Lydia, you can't go to her sleepover'. Nevermind that it would be easier to get to know people if we stuck around longer than a turn of the season. I mean honestly it's 2005 not 1905, he can just talk to people over the internet, they have video conferences and everything." She looks around a little tentatively. "I'm not boring you am I?"
"Of course not, go on, " you assure her and Izzy nods along, though with less enthusiasm
"But we've been in Chicago since November of last year and he said he doesn't know how long it will take for him to close the last deal in town so I decided to take another tack to meeting people, go someplace here you don't really expect people to stick around for four years like a club or a gym or something. Dad thinks pottery classes are silly..." She smiles at the memory. "'Most humans haven't had to make their own pots for a long time Lyda' he said to me so I went with something he has been serious about ever since I can remember, self defense. Well alright not self-defense, he hired people for that..."
The pizza arrives, pausing her story, though not for long with your prompting. "I bet the looming bodyguards didn't help with the whole making friends thing huh?"
"Eh... it's not so bad, part of the job is knowing when not to loom, it's not like I'm a movie star who needs to scare off paparazzi..."
"You're certainly pretty enough to be in movies," Daniel blurts out the compliment, blushing as Izzy and you turn to look at him.
"I was a goat in the Nativity Play in Palermo in second grade and I messed up the lines," Lydia cuts his off with a shake of the head and the slice of pizza in her hand as well.
"Froze up?" Izzy asks halfway between sympathy and amusement.
"Worse, tried to improvise, I told the kids playing the wisemen to pretty please not cut up my entrails for divination."
Heroically you manage not to spit out your drink in sudden laughter. "
No... How on earth did you know what
haruspicy was in primary school?"
"Dad has a really big library in French, Sicilian, Italian, Latin... Old Welsh too but I was never able to read that." Lydia makes a face, making it clear she had
tried at least.
"Oh no, it's a nerd-off. Run while you still can," Izzy 'whispers' to Daniel loud enough they probably heard her two tables over. To his credit he really does try to keep a smile off his face.
"But you can read French and Italian and Latin," you continue, too caught up in the story to pay much mind to the byplay. Sicilian is a dialect you are pretty sure.
"Well yeah, I think Sicilian or French might technically be my native languages, I learned them more or less from the cradle as it was. I started learning English at...
three I think. "
"Wow, you don't have an accent or anything," you note impressed. You are still not sure what to think of Lydia's father the banker with a multilingual library, but
she sure is interesting.
"I talk English or French most places and I have an ear for accents, you know so I don't sound
extra weird," the younger girl explains. "I also don't usually explain I can read Latin on first meeting someone. You're very easy to talk to Molly."
I cheat, you think just a little guiltily, she seems like a nice enough girl and not any kind of threat to Daniel.
"You did not compel her to speak my princess, merely found the right words to make her feel at ease," Usum reminds you.
"If skill is cheating than all in the world should strive for mediocrity."
"So where'd you fit the martial arts?" you reel things back on track.
"In the gaping void where my social life should be," she deadpans. "Have you ever
been to a fancy cocktail party? Cure for insomnia for sure, the only good part is the food and you can never take as much as you like if you want to be polite. So I just dropped all of those in favor of martial arts and didn't miss anything."
"And she is really good at it for someone just starting out," Daniel cuts in.
"Eh... I'm light on my feet and not scared of getting hit," Lydia says modestly. "Fact is I wished people would hit me already, that's how I met Daniel more or less. See I'm pretty tall for a girl so sensei would usually pair me off with boys, but most boys were scared to actually follow the forms all the way, or they were trying to go easy with me to flirt... urgh. Daniel was the only one who would act normal."
"That's me normal as they come," your brother says self-deprecatingly as he takes another bite of Pizza.
"Hey! Don't sell yourself short." Lydia turns to look at him "You were also the one who walked me though how public transport worked, clueless foreigner that I am and you didn't laugh when I told you I didn't have a phone until last year and I barely knew what a video game was."
"Er... what?" Izzy has many fine qualities but she is not the most tactful of souls.
"Dad says playing a game against a machine is like eating cardboard and probably about as unhealthy for you." Lydia shrugs helplessly.
"Multiplayer exists you know," Izzy points out.
"I know that
now, Mario is cool," the younger girl says.
"Wait you are from Italy and you don't know what Mario is?" Izzy asks confounded.
"If you could not know what the Lucky Charms leprechaun was wouldn't you choose not to to?" Daniel says in defense of his girlfriend.
Izzy stops to think for a moment. "Point."
All of you laugh, but you keep coming back to the reason Lydia's father dislikes video games. Wanting to play against people with something to gain and something to lose... that sounds like something one of the fey would say. Is Lydia a changeling, one of the mortal scions of faerie? Many of them have gifts beyond what mortals can boast, in wit, in charm in grace... If she is what is her father doing traveling around the mortal world with her in mortal guise? Does she even know what she is?
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"If she is of fey blood it is likely of the Winter Court," Usum notes clinically.
"Else knowing or unknowing she would have been repelled by the chill of your presence Crown of the World's Wisdom."
Crown... that reminds you.
I could look, know for certain what she is hiding, what is being hidden from her even, but should I? This is the first time you have considered turning the power of the Crown on someone who is not an enemy like Gorfel, who might even be a friend. On the other hand she is close to Daniel... what if she does know, what if she has some plan for him? Even if she is unknowing a changeling might put your brother in danger just being that she is, involved in that world.
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OOC: Excellency comes through again. Now comes the hard part, what do you do about it?