Board Thread:Short Stories and Fanfictions/@comment-37824398-20181215160506/@comment-173.68.250.194-20181224120006

Biana dutifully took the lead to Everglen, looking behind her ever so often to see if Sophie was still there. It's not like the mostly-elf-with-a-hint-of-alicorn-DNA could have left, anyway—Flori was walking steadily yet silently behind her, Tarina to her left. Nubiti was probably tracking her underground, too. Only Sandor and Bo were on their breaks, both reluctantly.

Lately, Everglen had been less of a reassuring, breathtaking castle and more of a reason to think about Fitz. Sophie knew she should tell him what had happened, but he was going through so much, what with Alvar's betrayal. She wanted to be the constant in his life, someone he could depend on. After all, nothing was wrong with that.

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"C'mon!" Biana snapped, creaking open the gate. Everglen was going through recent renovations. Sophie had heard Edaline and Della talking; Edaline had said since Everglen couldn't be a safe place anymore, she would volunteer Havenfield. Sophie didn't really want to know what that meant. So long as she had her custard bursts, she was happy.

"Is Fitz home?" Sophie asked haltingly, insides constricted. On one hand, she really wanted to see her longtime-crush-who-was-finally-sorta-her-boyfriend. On the other, she really wanted to ignore the pressing matchmaking issue. Only Grady and Edaline knew--and Grady seemed rather relieved, to be honest.

"Yeah, I think so," Biana responded offhandedly. Her biggest concern seemed to be getting in before the rain came. She'd just painted her nails. (Oh god, does it even rain in the Lost Cities? Did I forget something?) "I think he's with Keefe. Check...his room?"

She locked eyes with Sophie, giving her shivers. "Sophie, don't try anything with my brother and have Keefe watching. We all know what he's capable of."

Sophie nodded obediantly, a little confused. Why was Keefe a problem? I mean, she knew he didn't want to be present in a make-out fest. No one did. But...what did she mean by that last part? Surely...

"Shut up!"

The crisply accented voice rang through the ellaborate front hall. Sophie's first thought was that it was Alden, but no. Alden Vacker would never holler at someone to shut up. Which left...

Fitz stomped down the hall, stopping immediately when he saw Sophie. "Oh! Sophie! I, uh, didn't know you were here. Sorry." His dark hair was dry and imposing, unlike Sophie's somewhat damp flop of a mess. She blushed openly when she saw his teal eyes.

"Coward!" Keefe's unmistakeable voice called out behind Fitz. He ran up, his light hair styled artfully enough that Sophie could tell something was wrong. She watched as he shot Fitz a fierce, ice-blue glare.

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