This is my first fanfiction. I honestly never thought it would be centered around Daja.
Disclaimer: I don't own anything. It all belongs to Tamora Pierce.
Daja knew that her foster-siblings knew of her relationship with Rizu. They knew of the time the two had shared together, the love, the complications. She knew that they accepted it.
So why am I so nervous? It was illogical, really. She had decided that a more formal way of addressing the matter was needed. She knew that they knew, but she still felt it was necessary to 'officially' tell them. And now she was nervous.
Here she was, standing outside the door to the dining room where her three siblings waited for her, and she couldn't move any further. Thoughts clamored in her mind, all more ridiculous than the last. Loudest among them was the treacherous whisper: What if they don't accept me? They already had.
Daja shoved the wayward thoughts out of her mind mercilessly. She took a deep breath and stepped forward into the room, where the small buzz of conversation between her siblings stopped. She smiled briefly at the small plate of her favorite cookies being used as the table centerpiece; the small signs of Tris's affection for her brother and sisters were always a comfort.
She sighed and took a seat. Sandry looked like she wanted to say something, but a slight nudge from Briar kept her mouth closed. Tris studied her with a quiet surety she only revealed when with her foster family. They all waited expectantly.
Daja closed her eyes, took a breath, counted to seven, and opened her eyes as she exhaled. Silently sending a prayer to Bookkeeper Oti, she opened her mouth to speak.
"I like girls." She had blurted it out before could even think. Grimacing – she had been planning on a much more eloquent approach – she held her breath, waiting for a reaction.
Her family glanced at each other with knowing looks. They all looked back at their nervous sister. Tris and Sandry smiled slightly. Briar grinned and said to her quietly, "Well…I like girls too."
Daja's body seemed to melt with a brush of air, and a swell of giddiness washed over her. Briar's words were all that were really needed. All of that bubbling nervous energy from before seemed so elementary now; she had known all along that they would accept her.
Her family understood.
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