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Nivenna was beyond happy. As far as she knew the plan was for Chaor and Takinom to leave right after the party, but apparently this vacation was going to be longer than that. This was only her second night, and Maxxor had assured her that she would get to see all of the best places in Kiru before she left. She was so excited about getting to stay for a whole week that as soon as she got back into her room she put on a dress for dinner with Maxxor and closed the curtains. She took her shoes off and began to jump on the bed, but her stomach was still so full from lunch that she had to lay down out of fear of throwing up.
The Overworld was a dream. Maxxor had mentioned a library, and of course she thought he was talking about his private one. But a public library for everyone- not just the higher ups? How could the Overworlders be so generous? And the majority being able to read was overwhelming for her.
"I want to stay forever." Nivenna said softly to herself.
It took a few seconds for what she just said to sink in. She sat up in fear. How could she say such a thing? The Underworld was her home. How could she be so willing to abandon it after just one day? She hadn't even seen the library yet. Surely it couldn't be as great as Maxxor said.
She laid back down and cried.
Chaor was right- Maxxor was turning her on her tribe. She needed to warn someone of what Maxxor was doing, but Takinom was too naïve to notice what was happening, just like Nivenna had been.
And now Takinom was in Chaor's room telling him about what a great day she had.
Chaor had been to preoccupied with Intress's scheme to notice his door opening. How could Maxxor do such a thing to Intress? It was bad enough that Takinom was falling for Maxxor's tricks, but for Maxxor to do that, knowing that Intress was suffering for it, was more treacherous than any trick ever played in the Underworld. Intress loves Maxxor to the point of putting her life on the line just to fulfill her leader's demands, and he was acting oblivious to the pain his actions were causing her. Acting as though he cared for Takinom and Nivenna was tearing Intress apart, and yet she had the nerve to go to Chaor and expect him to shove the same knife into Takinom's back?
He could never.
"Oh Chaor, I think you want to see this." Takinom's almost seemed to be singing. Chaor grinned and turned his head towards her, half expecting a new dress.
He got a lot more than just that. Takinom was wearing a froufrou pink dress with white lace, ruffles, and green rhinestones. It covered her knees and shoulders and barely showed her collarbone. But the weird dress was nothing compared to her hair and makeup. Her once perfectly straight hair was now curled and put in two pigtails with pink bows to match her obnoxious new dress. To make matters worse, her simple face was now marred with more makeup than Chaor had ever seen on a female, including those human ones. She had four different shades of pink eyeshadow and some stupid purple eyeliner encaging her precious eyes, but yet they shimmered with happiness that he hadn't been in her face in solan. The red smile that he had always found so uplifting was now a bubblegum pink, and her pale, semi-shimmery blush made her whole face seem so over-done.
"What has Maxxor done to you!?" Chaor was too impulsive to hide his fear, but it once again came out in the form of anger.
It was too late to take it back. Her happy face immediately change to one of hurt and shock, but it only stayed that way for a few seconds. Chaor could see that she was trying to control herself, but it was no use; he had hurt her again.
"I'm happier than I have been in solans, and you just have to insult me, don't you?" Takinom was struggling to hold back tears. Chaor had never seen her this way before, and he wanted desperately to take the pain he had just delt to her, but she continued to speak her mind as she turned around and stormed off. "Why is it that I go to extremes to impress you and all you ever seem to see is what I'm doing wrong?!" She was at the door now. The winged female turned and looked him right in the eyes and continued her rant "Why can't you just give me one compliment?! What do I have to do to feel appreciated?!" She seemed to hesitate for a half a second before screaming, "Why do you always ruin everything!?"
Chaor was guilty as charged, and he didn't bother even following her to apologize. Her last accusation had tore through him much deeper than Takinom thought it would. Chaor was always too caught up in something else to take the time out to make her feel appreciated. Chaor was the one who always said something to make her feel bad, and she had remained loyal to him up until this moment.
He thought back to what Intress said: Maxxor liked fancy things and pretty colors. Maxxor had more in common with Takinom than he did, and he obviously knew how to make her feel special.
But then it occurred to Chaor that Intress had been dealing with the same thing Takinom had; she had spent solans on some guy who she had nothing in common with and learned as much as she could about how to make him happy. If Maxxor and Takinom had so much in common, then it only made sense that Intress would know how to make Takinom happy, and if she knew Maxxor as well as she thought she did, then Chaor had to take any chance he could to get Takinom away from him fast.
So he got up quickly and headed out to find the place Intress had told him to meet her at. As he past by Takinom's door, he thought about trying to apologize to her, but knowing him he would manage to make things worse. Chaor had told Intress that he wasn't going to waste his time with some dance recital, but if she could help him with his problem then it was worth watching Aivenna do whatever this odd Overworld ritual consisted of.
Like plenty of other places in Kiru City, the building was big and shiny; the exact opposite of what a typical building would look like back home. It suddenly occurred to him that the architecture was probably getting Takinom's attention as much as anything else.
Chaor hated this place more than ever.