One day had passed since the O'Connell parents had gone looking for girls.
All didn't seem to do anything backwards, though one girl ended up walking
out the door backwards. They returned home tired and drained for ideas.
Alex was talking to Marcus (who happened to let himself in this time).
Catherine and Mirella were conferencing about the latest fashions and how
women needed to have more variety in their lives by wearing the jeans men
wore. Aredeth was in the kitchen, cooking.
"So my friends, you have returned from searching?" he asked, smiling.
Rick nearly fainted.
"Um, Aredeth, you're wearing an apron."
He looked himself over, then back at Rick.
"So? You wore one for cooking yourself."
He shrugged and sat down at the table while Evie called everyone to dinner. The kids came rushing in and sat down. Aredeth placed 7 plates of something down on the table, and sat while Mirella sampled the dish nervously. She ate, and started to wolf the food down as if there was no tomorrow (haha. Pun intended (for you half-wits: Reading the scroll meant the end of the world?))
The rest joined in. All cleaned their plates and complimented the chef.
"Uncle Aredeth, what exactly did you serve us?" Marcus asked.
"Fried camel's feet." He answered.
Marcus blanched and ran to the bathroom. Aredeth started to laugh; the joke was on his nephew.
"I'm kidding! It was meat pies! Come back!"
Catherine shook her head and sat down with her adopted parents.
"I take it you haven't found any one that fit the description?"
Evie shook her head and set down the pencil she was using to cross off all the names of girls they had tried. Catherine picked it up, and started to doodle on a corner of the newspaper.
"I didn't know you were left handed." Rick piped up.
Catherine looked up.
"You haven't noticed? I just ate dinner with you and you didn't see which hand I was holding the fork with?"
"Nope." He shrugged and leaned back.
Aredeth walked into the room, back from convincing Marcus the dinner was really meat pies, and he stretched and leant against a pillar. He looked over at the young woman to the left of him.
"Catherine, have you noticed anything different in the past day?" he asked.
She shook her head and asked if she was supposed to, besides the scroll Rick and Evie had brought back.
Aredeth looked into her eyes, studying them. That look was still there, but why? He had better talk to his friends before he left.
Luckily enough, woman in question left the room to probably bother Alex.
He sat down on the armchair.
"Do you remember what I had asked about your daughter a few days ago?"
The couple answered positively (means they said 'yeah, what about it?')
"I read the scroll this afternoon, and I've been wondering, what about her?"
Evie looked over at her husband, and he did the same.
"You know…he could be right." Evie said.
"No, she-wait! That's it! Just a sec-" Rick shouted and sprinted upstairs.
"Catherine! Come here for a minute!"
Evie heard murmuring upstairs, a shout, and then Rick dragging his daughter down the stairs.
"Evie! Aredeth! It all fits! Look!"
He lifted Catherines skirt up to her knees, and Catherine looked like she was about to run away. On her right leg was an eight inch scar.
"So? She has a scar."
"But everything fits! Look, Catherine's eyes are gray, her hair is blond, she's left handed, and she has a scar! See!" he said excitedly.
"But lots of girls are blond, left-handed, have gray eyes, and have scars. She might not be the one." Evie said.
"No, wait," the Med-jai said "Catherine, come here. Look into my eyes."
Catherine gladly pulled her skirt back from Rick, and looked at Aredeth.
"It's there…I can see it…she is the one…"
"What? Just a second, let me sit down."
"So my friends, you have returned from searching?" he asked, smiling.
Rick nearly fainted.
"Um, Aredeth, you're wearing an apron."
He looked himself over, then back at Rick.
"So? You wore one for cooking yourself."
He shrugged and sat down at the table while Evie called everyone to dinner. The kids came rushing in and sat down. Aredeth placed 7 plates of something down on the table, and sat while Mirella sampled the dish nervously. She ate, and started to wolf the food down as if there was no tomorrow (haha. Pun intended (for you half-wits: Reading the scroll meant the end of the world?))
The rest joined in. All cleaned their plates and complimented the chef.
"Uncle Aredeth, what exactly did you serve us?" Marcus asked.
"Fried camel's feet." He answered.
Marcus blanched and ran to the bathroom. Aredeth started to laugh; the joke was on his nephew.
"I'm kidding! It was meat pies! Come back!"
Catherine shook her head and sat down with her adopted parents.
"I take it you haven't found any one that fit the description?"
Evie shook her head and set down the pencil she was using to cross off all the names of girls they had tried. Catherine picked it up, and started to doodle on a corner of the newspaper.
"I didn't know you were left handed." Rick piped up.
Catherine looked up.
"You haven't noticed? I just ate dinner with you and you didn't see which hand I was holding the fork with?"
"Nope." He shrugged and leaned back.
Aredeth walked into the room, back from convincing Marcus the dinner was really meat pies, and he stretched and leant against a pillar. He looked over at the young woman to the left of him.
"Catherine, have you noticed anything different in the past day?" he asked.
She shook her head and asked if she was supposed to, besides the scroll Rick and Evie had brought back.
Aredeth looked into her eyes, studying them. That look was still there, but why? He had better talk to his friends before he left.
Luckily enough, woman in question left the room to probably bother Alex.
He sat down on the armchair.
"Do you remember what I had asked about your daughter a few days ago?"
The couple answered positively (means they said 'yeah, what about it?')
"I read the scroll this afternoon, and I've been wondering, what about her?"
Evie looked over at her husband, and he did the same.
"You know…he could be right." Evie said.
"No, she-wait! That's it! Just a sec-" Rick shouted and sprinted upstairs.
"Catherine! Come here for a minute!"
Evie heard murmuring upstairs, a shout, and then Rick dragging his daughter down the stairs.
"Evie! Aredeth! It all fits! Look!"
He lifted Catherines skirt up to her knees, and Catherine looked like she was about to run away. On her right leg was an eight inch scar.
"So? She has a scar."
"But everything fits! Look, Catherine's eyes are gray, her hair is blond, she's left handed, and she has a scar! See!" he said excitedly.
"But lots of girls are blond, left-handed, have gray eyes, and have scars. She might not be the one." Evie said.
"No, wait," the Med-jai said "Catherine, come here. Look into my eyes."
Catherine gladly pulled her skirt back from Rick, and looked at Aredeth.
"It's there…I can see it…she is the one…"
"What? Just a second, let me sit down."