| |
Mika woke earlier then she would have liked but she knew the sooner she got started the sooner she would be able to return. Leaving only a plate of food for Chester and a note explaining she would be gone till late, and apologized for the short notice.
When she arrived at the warehouse, the bustle and yelling stopped the moment she entered. Each face wearing a similar mask of sympathy and pity. The clan members flocked to her side offering their condolences. She placed a smile on her lips and nodded while on the inside wishing they would just leave her be. Fortunately Keith came and rescued her, taking her to the back. He informed her of all the new alliances, threats and goings on she had missed in her absents. She in turn informed him of her oath to taka. His reaction was just as she had imagined, incredulousness, followed by a lecture. “Keith, I owe him my life and much more.” she said simply. He shook his head but didn’t press the matter forward, except to agree that he would make the arrangements, if her debt was paid in full. In that case leadership of the clan would be handed to him. After her meeting with Keith, she attended two more about profit and loss of the last year, and other boring events she had no interest in, after that she was to meet with other clans offering condolences and congratulations, then she was to judge multiple cases of dispute between members of the clan.
When she finally did have time to herself it was only about an hour before her induction. She seeked out her auntie under the guise of having her help to remove her scar, though she had ulterior motives of her own. Jira didn’t offer condolences, nor did mika offer any to her, it was an unspoken agreement they both understood. Mika explained about taka’s seal and the image she had seen in it, while they were making the preparations. “It was demonic face with bright green eyes and horns. When he looked back it vanished.” Jira nodded as she listened. “The concept of sealing is not unknown to me but, I have never heard of marks shifting into imagery though.” She said. “That doesn’t mean it doesn’t exist mind you. I shall poke about and see if anything comes up” She replied. Mika shook her head, “I’m not even sure of what I saw I wasn’t in my most normal state.” She received a sharp whack on the head. “The only thing you can trust are your own eyes and thoughts and don’t you forget it!” jira said narrowing her eyes at her, before moving on. “I would think you would be a bit more uplifted with the coming procedure, you can finally get rid of that mark.” She said a failing attempt at small talk for her. Mika didn’t answer for a moment; she ran her hand over the length of the blade till it shown the color of her flames, a light purple sheen. “I would prefer to keep the mark, as strange as it may seem. It’s that last moment I have of father.” She said keeping her eyes down cast at her task. “The day I received it was the day I earned his respect.” She said quietly. Jira’s face softened and she spoke quieter. “You do know that your father didn’t hate you, don’t you my child?” Mika nodded, “I’ve known for a while, I remind him of mother, he was afraid of getting close to me.” She said. Jira nodded, “He was also harsh on you for another reason. He knew the extent of your power at the age of three, but after you mother and that incident you pulled, it was clear to everyone you were the most endowed clan member we’ve had for some time.” She said with a wise smile. “But you were plagued as well. You’re only half demon, born out of wedlock, and female, you have quite a lot working against you. He was tough on you, so you had the clan’s sympathy and eventually their respect. He made you worthy in their eyes.” Mika looked up at her, “that isn’t entirely true aunty.” She replied. “Yes, I was forgetting the old goats. They were the ones who corrupeted him in the end though. I would like to see them all in hell” She said with a laughing bark. It was what she referred to the elders as. The elders did not approve of her, they enjoyed calling her the stray, she was sure it would intensify now. “I know what father did for me, and I am grateful.” She said adding in a whisper. “I did love father, regardless.” Jira didn’t respond except for to take the dagger and trace the length of the scar reversing and erasing as the glowing metal touched the scar tissue. Mika turned down the offered mirror; she knew what she looked like she didn’t need a mirror.
|
|