::From Past to Present::
How best to begin
Shyer's P.O.V
Everything was grey today. The clouds, the landscape, the buildings and the birds. A dull mist of the infectious colour had seemingly descended upon the town without warning and in flashes it threatened to drizzle and evaporate. It was the kind of days one stayed indoors in miserable contemplation of such damning weather.
"Laid off again!" moaned Shyer, flicking over the pages which contained her dismissal, reasons for it and a final notice to hand in both name badge and supplied uniform.
Neither of which the company will be likely to get back'' she thought heatedly, as if keeping the small plate and uniform was some kind of redeeming vengeance.
In all honesty the notice wasn't all that shocking. For one, her arrival time and scheduled start time often differed. Secondly, that was even if she showed up at all. She'd gotten the warnings, the notices, the official documents and finally the discharge.
We're trying to run a business here, you can't show up just whenever you want! That's what They'd said at what would be her final shift. Then she'd not shown up for another shift and well...here she was, Jobless. All the while bills and rent piled up with every passing second that she left the light bulb on so as to re-read the condemning letter.
Behind her the front door opened after the grate of key unto lock. Even in such grey weather the mystical being which Shyer had come to both adore and fear looked radiant, if anything the outside hue only better illuminated the grey skin and rainbows wings of an unglamoured Ashe.
"You're home"
Was the immediate response, though the way it was voiced could have passed as a question or a statement.
Shyer nodded and felt the dizziness which usually accompanied the process of a glamour being removed, the human guardian had seen through it but the dissolution of any magics gave her a headache. She personally liked to think of it as an allergy to anything non-human happening.
It was something she and Aelia had ever talked about, in fact the two rarely discussed anything of Aelia's heritage. Shyer supposed rather than knew that at some point this...need for normality had distanced her and the girl who had grown up with her so quickly. She wouldn't hold it against the ashen skinned girl if she resented her. Did she wish it was different? Somedays. Other days she wondered if perhaps this was an arrangement Aelia herself was more happy with.
"I got laid off like I predicated"Shyer said empathetically, leaning further back on the couch she had been sitting on and stretching out her jean clad legs. The silence stretched out without a word from her conversation partner. Well, she’d expected a little more sympathy!
“Drink?”
Almost jumping at the sound Shyer was both startled and merry for seeing the winged portrait of Aelia sitting opposite her, two steaming mugs perched on the coffee table separating them.
Accepting the drink with a grateful smile, the thought of maybe forming some type of relationship crossed Shyer's mind. It wasn't that neither tried, there just was a bridge that was getting hard to cross.
'A bit late, she's how old now? '
Shyer reminded herself. The amusing thing was that Aelia was less than 2 years, yet her countenance was that of an almost twenty something. There really was no guess her age.
Extending her thanks the stern politeness that now commonly enveloped the two when left to each other's company settled in. Eager to brake it, and of less endurance, Shyer was first to break it with conversation.
"I just don't know what I'm going to do now, recession and all that you know?"Aelia nodded out of her own politeness, the recession had not phased her in the least and it was easy to suppose that it never would.
The silence resettled itself and resolutely Shyer left Aelia to the company of her own thoughts rather than try again.
"You could try that writer thing?"
The idea and vocalisation both startled Shyer, pulling her back into an upright sitting position. She had only ever mentioned having wanted to be an author once to Aelia...A while ago. It was a job Shyer dreamed of but never took seriously. It was like saying she wanted to be an actress or a singer, it wasn't a happening thing.
"I don't think so."She chuckled, only to find a curious look from Aelia aimed at herself. Unlike herself, the idea of not accomplishing something you wanted did not strike Aelia and she found it hard to understand reluctance to go after a dream. Shyer shrugged her shoulders defeated, summing up an argument to hopefully end the discussion of the fantastical career.
"I wouldn't know what to write anyways."For a moment Aelia was stuck in an uncommon moment of indecision. The tirade of things she was thinking of reflected intensely in her features. A bitten lower lip, tighter grip on her mug and a slight lean towards Shyer.
"You could always try and write...about me?"
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