--Galley--
“Well whatever happens, we've got your back. Well, that is unless we're dead, death tends to complicate matters.” She finished her sandwich and joined him at the table.
--Some Restaurant--
She contemplated the offered bite for bare moments before it was missing from the fork. While Dahlia had a look of delight on her face Lorena was shaking her head in amusement before answering.
“Probably due to circumstance, I head Azn was a member of an influential family and Dad hasn't been back to Yesha is years, has no reason to now we know where my Grandparents are living. And we've only set foot in Anvala a couple of times at that so the chances of us having met before the festival would have been minimal at best.”
She took a bite of her food, “Besides, Dad and Richard are less inventors than they are bored, tinkering is only an occasional thing, and only when they have a clear idea of what they want to accomplish, the rocket race is a good example of this. Dad mentioned once at lunch that they had the engine they used stashed away for months before finding a use for it, once they had the craft done they probably treated it like any other machine they've worked on, finding ways to improve it. It's why it now has two banshees and an addition gatling loaded instead of just the gatling for the gunner position. It's also why they haven't done anything to it except general reinforcing.”
--Middle Residential, Davis' House--
The kind of people who live in this part of the city tend to be people with jobs and a stable income, so unlike them Davis lives alone in a building meant to house 4 people comfortably. Not that he really minds after all. He unlocked the door and stepped in, sitting on the couch he dumped a small bag of letters on the coffee table and began to sort through them.
“Lets see, a couple of letters from sis, a few letters from people offering jobs -don't need those right now-, a letter from father...” What?
He tore the damn thing open and began reading through it, his dad never sent him letters, if only because his dad shouldn't know where he lived. So it begs the question of how he got his address. Probably from searching his sister's room, a plausible explanation and one he was willing to entertain for the time being. He sighed, it was a letter asking to come home, that and one reminding him that if he wanted to play soldier he could take a position closer to home, which he wouldn't. Davis had had enough of being stuck in one place long enough during university and that wouldn't happen anytime soon, he'd also need to figure out transport to Chaladon which probably wouldn't end very well.
Still, at least his father was beginning to accept that a sheltered life wasn't for him. Recalling the incident when he told his father that, no, he wouldn't be taking over the family business, and that he would be joining the military, he did after all have a few other siblings that were willing. That never happened and instead he fled the island and became a mercenary, and he enjoyed it for the most part, sometimes however jobs were complete bull, but that was only occasional since he learned what kind of jobs from what kind of people he should be taking.
He began to look through the letters his sister had sent him, the most recent being about 2 weeks ago. If there was one person he actually enjoyed contacting it would be his sister, at least she wouldn't berate him from choosing his own path in life, besides, like him she wouldn't be inheriting the family business either, instead wanting to be a musician, studying music at university. He had heard that she was really good at it and from her letters, he could really tell she enjoyed it. Which was good, it was one of the few reasons he actually supported her, well, aside from actually liking her. Seriously, even though he loved his siblings he only really enjoyed spending time with Catherine. Which was thankful because the rest of their siblings were stuck up and hardly relatable at all, even though his sister got along with them just fine, and for some bizarre reason looked up to him, he could never explain that at all. Still if this letter said that school was out for the time being and coming to stay for a while- Wait what?
Because life sometimes has a tendency to throw things at him out of the blue he- there was a knock at the door.
"Davis are you home!?" Seriously?! What?!
After preparing tea he sat down at the couch with his sister, her long sandy brown hair braided as opposed to his reddish tint which he kept cut short.
"I waited two days for a response you know, when you didn't reply I thought I'd surprise you when you got back, from the dead look on your face I guess I succeeded?" She asked, innocently enough.
"Yes, yes you did." He cleared his throat, "So, how was school?"
She looked at the pile of unopened letters still on the table. "You never read my letters." She pouted, she did that a lot actually. "Okay fine, it's been... alright, I had a recital." She said.
"Oh? And how did that go?"
"Well enough... I invited you." Well, shit. "It's not your fault, I guess you were out on a job huh?"
"Yeah, just got back actually."
"And that means you'll be back for a while right? We can hang out here in the city, grab some food, maybe see if there are any shows in the city."
"I, um, may have accepted a job, today."
"What?"
"Yeah."
She looked at him and sighed. "Oh Davis what am I going to do with you?"
"Well, I mean we don't leave immediately, so... Why don't we grab dinner tonight? My treat, I'll check in tomorrow and maybe we can spend the day shopping, you can use the house when I leave, maybe see if anyone will be willing to host a recital or two."
"Yeah, that's sounds like fun." She smiled. I AM THE CHAMPION! "Just for the record if I decide to have a few friends over when you're gone, I am not holding myself responsible for any damages."
"Please don't damage the house, I actually kind of like this place."
