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Chapter Six

Silence in the room. Then I broke it with a shocked, "Say what?" I walked over to where Biana and Saelle were and sat down on the cot across from Saelle's. "Okay first off, who are you?"

"Saelle Nvensor," she mumbled.

"What?" I asked, crossing my arms on my chest.

"Saelle... Nvensor," she angrily spat out. "Happy, moonlark?"

Biana narrowed her eyes, which now glinted like the steel of a dagger ready to plunge inside an enemy's chest. "Shut up, Saelle. Don't talk to Sophie like that."

Saelle rolled her eyes, running her fingers through her bouncy ginger curls. They unfurled once she removed her hand from her head, vigorously bouncing against her forehead. "Oh, Bee, I expected more from you to be honest."

Biana scoffed, tilting her head, inducing a mass of hair to tumble down her shoulders. "You don't own the right to call me that anymore, Nvensor. Or should I call you Ellie?"

The latter didn't show a change of expression and criss crossed her legs on the bed, resting her arms on each knee. "Call me whatever you like, Bee."

Confused, I turned to Biana. "Um, Biana, how the heck do you know her and how come she-" Biana held up a hand and pointed to her forehead.

My eyebrows flew up as I understood. She wanted us to communicate telepathically.

I averted my eyes and tried to look as normal as I could while I stretched my wisp of consciousness into Biana's mind.

Her thoughts streamed quickly and instantly into my process. That insufferable b-

My eyeballs almost popped out of their sockets. Um, Biana? Is everything okay? I transmitted, interrupting her thought.

She was composed as she responded naturally and self-assuredly. Yeah, don't worry. Everything's fine.

Okay but how do you know this... girl? She seems to thrive off of making you feel uncomfortable.

Oh, that's Ellie for you, she thought with a bit of a snap attached to it.

Can you elaborate?

Sure. I knew Saelle back before Maruca and I became friends, which was when you first met me. Back in my first couple years at Foxfire I was friends with this group of kids. Saelle and two others. But anyways, as time progressed Saelle wasn't as sweet and shy as she used to be. Not manifesting really did a toll on her. She shed out of her old skin and started to hang out with a group of shady Talentless.

I bit back a sharp retort.

Biana seemed to notice the look on my face because she quickly added, Not that I'm saying specifically since they're Talentless they were shady. They were shady in general but being Talentless in the unfortunate world we live in and lived in, they naturally rebelled.

I nodded shortly as I understood.

Biana continued, her inner voice becoming sadder, One day Saelle- well she went too far. She set a fire in ten ability session areas with her um, friends, and luckily there were no casualties but there were a few burns and Dame Alina was going to expel her. But the Nvensor family is a pretty valuable asset to the elvin community. Or was anyways-

Her mental words dropped a beat. But they were back then. So Dame Alina pushed for a three-year suspension. What with the other things on Saelle's record, she made her case. And Saelle got sent to Exillium for those three years. She-she was supposed to show redemption and if she did she would be welcomed back into Foxfire after those three years were up. Apparently they were satisfied. But what I don't get is why-

Why she was accepted even with all the harm she did to Foxfire, I finish. And let me guess that made the Nvensors not-so-prestigious anymore?

Yup, Biana agreed.

I pulled out of her mind and felt officially enraged. How can there be so many problems for us out there?! Honestly, isn't the Neverseen enough for us to deal with, now you have to add the classic rebellious ex-friend too? Jeez, universe, cut us a little bit of slack now would you?

Saelle wore a smirk on her face when I returned my gaze to be fixated upon her. "I know you were talking telepathically," she said, studying her chipped, unpainted nails.

"And?" I shrugged, showing her I truthfully didn't give a crap.

She lifted a single brow questioningly. "We'll talk later. Elwin, these 'visitors' are bothering me," she yelled.

Elwin came back to us and frowned at Saelle. "How does your cast feel?"

Saelle wrapped a hand around her leg and took it out from underneath the blankets. "Fine I guess. Better I think," she said. "But I'd like to be alone right now." She shot us stingy looks.

Elwin shrugged and sent us all glances that said he was sorry. "The patient needs some alone time now," he said simply, clearly showing a hint of annoyance at Saelle's bitterness.

"Biana, are you okay?" I ask her gingerly, trying to tread carefully. Saelle seemed to be a sensitive subject for her.

"Yeah," Biana's fists unclenched and she stared at the ground, kicking the grass. "Sorry, Sophie," she added more quietly.

I slip my hand into hers and give her an understanding nod. "No, I get it, Biana," I answer after a few silent minutes of us walking through Foxfire's lawn. "I get it. But she's from the past. Forget about her." I grin and lead her to the Leapmaster. "Girls' night? We can call Linh over and have a sleepover!"

Biana smiled, a true smile she'd been lacking all of today. "Sounds good. Will there be-"

"Mallowmelt? Definitely!" I tell her. "What's girls' night without mallowmelt? I'll ask Edaline if she can whip us up a batch... or two... or three." I giggle lightly. One batch was never enough.

Biana grinned. "Thanks Sophie. This is just what we need right now, what with," her smile drooped and so did her posture, "all the... things... that have been happening lately."

The delicious smell of mallowmelt wafted around the house, and it was so tantalizing it was pure torture. "Are they done yet?" I stare pleadingly at Edaline.

She laughed airily, patting the countertop. "Nearly, Sophie. Have a little patience, would you?"

"Patience does not exist when it comes to mallowmelt," I correct.

Edaline's cheekbones are prominent as she smiles at me. "That's definitely true," she admits, leaning back on the counter. She raises an eyebrow at me. "So, girls' night? Isn't that kind of thing usually Biana's idea and not yours?"

I shrug and reach up to pull a few eyelashes from my poor, longtime suffering eyes. "Yeah, I guess," I confess, tucking a lock of my wavy blonde hair behind an ear. "It's just... Biana needs this right now."

"And so do you," Edaline puts in, eying me with a soft gaze. "I'm sorry about... Keefe and everything, Sophie."

I nod and Edaline offers her arms out. I walk over to my adoptive mother and she envelopes me in a tight hug.

Finally, after a minute, she releases me with a frown on her face. "I don't know how many times I've said this, but every word is true. Sophie, you deserve to have a normal life. Enjoy tonight, okay? Have fun with your friends." She smiles sadly at me, wiping a tear from my cheek that I didn't even know formed.

I step back with a small smile on my lips. "Thanks, Edaline," I murmur.

She nods kindly and motions for me to step back even further. "The mallowmelt's ready," she explains.

"Yes! Finally, that took forever," I comment, sitting down in a chair and watching as Edaline puts the finishing touches on the mallowmelt, plating them.

A/N: So *clears throat* Coronavirus in mind, guys, don't forget to wash your hands (A LOT, AND THOROUGHLY, I MEAN, SOME PPL APPARENTLY DIDN'T EVEN KNOW HOW TO WASH THEIR HANDS RIGHT UNTIL THE COVID-19 HAPPENED) and I'll be updating all of my fanfictions more frequently due to quarantine craziness. 3 Love you guys and thanks for reading.