Ch.2-Fond Times
Aunt Agnes had boarded on plane in business class. She needed a comfortable atmosphere to ease some of her nervousness away. Sophie was clearly enjoying the service "Another mocha please", she requested with enthusiasm.
"It's been a long time since I drank coffee", she said. "After my period in Danu Talis, I've only trained and taught", she whispered closer to her 'aunt'.
Tsagaglalal looked at her for a while with a curious look. Even she doesn't exactly know what Sophie has been doing for all this time. True they had encounters but still.
Not much changed in her. Her height, skin tone and hair remained as they were before. Her physique seemed healthy as ever, never gaining or losing weight. Yes, her face. Not a drastic touch but the tiredness welled on her gave a more mature look indeed. Sophie now facially appeared to be 19, though has lived for many centuries.
"Is there something wrong", Sophie questioned with concern in her voice.
"You have grown very much youngling."
"I'm still the same."
"Oh really! I still know you well young Silver. I can tell from your face that you have gone through a lot but not as much as I have. I admit that now you're an experienced immortal but you also have much to learn from me too." "I know that too", Sophie replied firmly.
"I remember the days when you and your twin would play on the lawn with such innocence and not a clue about the dangers you would have to face later. Remember when my special rich friend came for visits in the evening of Sundays, the one who always brought chocolates for you."
"You mean Ms. Belladonna. She practically smelled of chocolates."
"That's because she was an immortal I befriended two hundred years ago. Her aura is of rich brown color too. She 's retired from all the Elder business and lives alone now, cut-off."
That fits, Sophie thought. She liked that lady since she was nice and caring, treating the twins as her own kin. "By the way, how's Josh?" "Oh Marethyu. I received his letter yesterday. He's giving his regards to Gilgamesh", she replied quietly.
She was missing her brother so much at the moment. Becoming Death, he was always away who knows at which Shadowrealm. Though she's moved on. In the beginning she yearned for his presence. Now she has accepted the fact that both have their own independent journey.
As they neared London, Sophie felt a something fuzzy inside. She felt a familiar presence , a sensation she has not felt in a very long time.