Though some of Lhaklar's explanation for being late for curfew was based on truth, being stuck in traffic wasn't the actual cause of his being nearly two hours late in coming home. His brother, who spent most of the day in France, was actually talked into being late by one of his friends. Along with drinking what was brought with them, and speaking of how their day went, they did a turn in shopping for souvenirs in the town that they spent the day in. Honestly, with the fish that they caught, none of them should of concerned themselves with finding a souvenir—while he thought this silently, Eshal didn't. His sister was quite vocal on how she thought their brother conducted his day. If not for their father checking into the traffic that led from Molsheim to the German side of the Rhine river, they wouldn't of believed a bit of Lhaklar's tale on his being stuck in traffic—a tornado, that was both very nearly invisible and undetected for most of its cycle, had taken most of the road that spanned from the bridge that Lhaklar and his friends took to get to France. With this piece of information being discovered, they had no choice but to believe Lhaklar's simple, innocent tale of being stuck in traffic—still, though, a few hours after supper was eaten, he followed his brother to his bedroom then asked him for the truth on what happened; even though he was told all of what happened, he didn't squeal on Lhaklar for his pulling a fast one. He just smiled then said well, least the tornado didn't cause the road to be completely removed from where it was placed. He and his brother went their separate ways after the full scope on the tardiness was explained.
Eshal either disregarded what their mother said in letting Lhaklar miss curfew or took it upon herself to become the "woman" of the house. Once their brother stepped foot in the door, then announced that he was home, Eshal came bounding over to him like a mother Tiger. She laid it on the line fast on his being home late, and on how he should be ashamed of himself for missing curfew, and on his breaking the phantom instruction that the old man gave them in being home before noon. Lhaklar, though being very confused about the phantom instruction that their sister continued to throw around, had stuck to his story in being stuck in traffic and in his phoning their parents to tell them that he was going to be late in coming home because of it. If not for the old man coming around the corner, Lhaklar would of received a slap to the face; the string of fish, his fishing pole and basket, and the two bags that he had on him would of also been grabbed and then thrown to the floor—their father, along with preventing that from happening, was fast in putting to bed the issues on the phantom instruction that their sister decided to invent during their time away from home.
After getting the matter with Eshal squared away, the man helped Lhaklar in taking some of what he had to the kitchen. While they and their parents were oogling the odd fish that their brother came back with, and while Eshal took a seat at the table then got a right bored look on her face, Lhaklar spell-sent his fishing pole and basket to their underground storage then went upstairs to stash his two bags in his room. After the bags were placed in his room, he stole out of the house; when he came back, he had a right big thing with him that he damn near broke his neck in both concealing and taking up to his room.
Most of Lhaklar's Bichirs had a two-tone coloration to them—their top half was an odd green color, with gray intermingling in specific areas, while their lower halves were white—but two were right colorful. Except for the longer and more robust of the Bichirs, Lhaklar gave the word for all of them to be used in their mother's cooking. One of the non-green and white Bichirs had a leopard-like appearance to its coloration, and was a light brown and cream color; the one that Lhaklar kept with the intent of getting it stuffed as a trophy had black and white stripes on it. Along with having pectoral and back flippers on it, it had a row of very tall, and sharp, ray-like fins on its back. Most of the other fish had either damaged or short ray-like fins and only one pectoral fin and no back flippers.
"What is that!" Lazeer exclaimed after the four-foot long, silverish-white fish was removed from the rest of the catch.
"It looks to have a trap-door mouth on it." Hazaar said after the fish was looked at by everyone who was interested in it.
"Trap-door mouth, son? Looks more like a large scoop to me." their father said.
The freshwater bony fish, which was known as a Silver arowana, and was known to be a primary resident in South American rivers but was released in certain European rivers some years ago, wasn't for eating. Along with having large scales, and a long body, with a tapered tail, it had a dorsal and anal fins that extended to the small caudal fin, which they were nearly fused with. Lhaklar claimed to of done battle with the fish for forty-five minutes; he did look it—after getting everything that was in the car in the house and squared away, he sat then did nothing for the rest of the day.
Their father was more than approving of the two fish that were desired to be kept and then made into trophies and, in fact, he made appropriations for them to be sent to the man who he did business with on Moas—after hearing that the fish were wanted as trophies, then getting the word on his being allowed to remove them from the building, he called the man who stuffed his own assortment of animals that he desired to keep as trophies then sent the fish and the payment for them to be preserved to him.
Eshal became a bit more lively after the smaller of Guyunis's three kills were brought up. While their father was interested in the Colugo, Eshal was more than interested in the Lesser bird-of-paradise. If not for their mother, Eshal might of caused a minor fight to occur between her and Guyunis over the bird—the thirty-two inch bird was a male; with it having a mostly maroon-brown coloration, with a yellow crown and brownish-yellow upper back, and a dark emerald-green throat, and a pair of long tail-wires that were adorned with ornamental flank plumes that were a deep yellow color at their base, which faded to white on the outside, it was a rather colorful bird. Eshal was more than open in wanting to have it for her own but their mother was quick in saying that whatever was caught by "the boys" was theirs and theirs alone and that only they had right in giving them to someone else or having her make a meal out of them. Seeing as Eshal was so interested in the bird, he made the suggestion that he got to where he and Guyunis went to hunt and then get her one of them—his parents were okay with this being done while Eshal was esctatic over the suggestion being made.
"Seeing as we brought back so much from our activities, ma made us a meal from my Serow on that night." Bile thought before teleporting to where he wanted to go.
During lunch on the following day, they had sandwiches that had the Serow's meat in it. The main meal of June 20 consisted of the leftover bits of the Serow, and the meat that was collected from Guyunis's Tibetan antelope—his brother was the one who collected what he wanted as a trophy from that animal; he also collected the meat and organs from it too. Lunch, on the twenty-first of June, consisted of whatever they wanted to consume of the antelope's leftover meat; the main meal of that day consisted of Lhaklar's fish. Breakfast and supper, on the following day, was of the meat that was collected from his golden-colored Takin—which he took to the liberty of collecting what he wanted as both a trophy and meal.
After working the pelt and horns from his Serow and Takin, he cleaned them up then let them hang to dry for a bit. He personally saw to spell-sending them to his father's mansion on Moas. Guyunis, instead of letting their father touch or send any of his kills to the mansion, retained the wish of wanting to send what he wanted to keep as a trophy to someone in town who was a taxidermist.
He upheld his suggestion in going back to Asia; the day following his and Guyunis's hunt, he collected a male of the bird that Guyunis nabbed then came home to show it to the one that it was retrieved for. Eshal was immediately enthralled with what he caught and was more than verbal in wanting their father to send it to the man who he sent the other desired trophy items to.
The tornadoes stayed down south of them on the twentieth then, on the following two days, they came up closer. For the most part, they spent most of the twenty-first and secondth either in the living room or the room that came off the basement. They had a cold spell on the twenty-third. Today's weather was appropriate for the month that was going on; thanks to it, they were all out and about, doing what they wanted to for Guyunis's upcoming birthday. Except for their father, who had business to take care of on Moas, they all left the house—this included Eshal, who was mostly ordered to go with either he or Lazeer that morning.
Seeing as he hadn't visited the place in a while, he decided to go to the dump that was located in Au am Rheim. Since Eshal decided to hang with him that day—she was very vocal in saying that she didn't want to hang around "fart-boy", aka Lazeer, who seemed to be having either a bad case of the farts or was doing his best to be funny and gross everyone out at breakfast, so it was him by default that she was to hang out with. Instead of telling her where he was going, and where he was taking her, he grabbed her by the arm then teleported; she was fast in wrenching free of him and in taking a step back after their destination was achieved.
"Uh-uh! No way—neither you nor I am hanging around this place." his sister said immediately after seeing where she was. She made as to grab him, then teleport them to somewhere else—back home, perhaps—, but he prevented her from grabbing and then taking them to that location.
"Suits me fine on what you want to do while standing by the entrance." he said as he went towards the dump.
"Bile! Daddy wouldn't want none of us near this disgusting, and bacteria-leaden, place." Eshal said while following at his elbow. "Let's go to a better place that's not so bacteria-filled, and that smells a lot better than this."
"We'll be fine while being in here." Bile said.
"You're not going in there!" Eshal stepped before him then held her arms out like a basketball player that was trying to block the opposing team's members from getting past. He looked at the sky then went around her.
"Sure I am. You may do as you wish while waiting for me, Angus, and Aubin to come out."
A phone call was made before he and his sister left the house. Angus, along with saying that he'd meet him at the dump that was in his lived-in town, had said that he'd bring some of their friends with him—Aubin's name was clearly heard on his end but he wasn't sure if Franziska and Abelle were coming too. With his not seeing hide nor hair of his friends for a while now, he thought that it was a better than opportune time to do so and to also engage them in checking the dump for what was thrown away in the last few days.
With the weather being the way it was, and with his being slated to be removed from the planet in the next couple of months, time was precious in both participating in what he liked to do while being out of the house and in hanging around the people that he befriended. Though wanting to bring the subject up, he had just not done so—he hoped that, when the move was made, he and his brothers would be allowed to continue being friends or have some sort of contact with the people that they befriended. While Angus, Aubin, Abelle, and Franziska were human, and weren't immortal, and would mature into being adults faster, and have a less-long life than he and his siblings, he would still like to keep them as being his friends for a while before adulthood and then eventual, normal death came to claim and then push them away.
It sometimes sucked being immortal. He and his siblings, unlike the humans, matured a lot slower and were destined to live for a very long time—for forever, if no plagues, natural disasters, or some other event came around to take them, that was—and they had seen a lot of the people who they've befriended over the years mature into adults and then distance themselves from them. Adult friends and activities took the place of them, as did the act of their growing old and haggard and then succumbing to their cycle. It was strange that the humans, being as old as they were in the Universe, had yet to achieve or be gifted immortality and it was also strange that they hadn't been gifted the knowledge of powers too; he had not once asked or wondered aloud why the Gods had yet to give the species them two gifts and he had no intention to, since he already knew the answer to them questions. The Gods would, when they felt it right, give the human race the gift of immortality and powers; until then, the species would go on as they are.
"Bile... Bile, come back! Bile..." Eshal called at his backside. He ignored her as he went into the dump, then started looking for stuff to take home, clean up, then either keep or sell for a profit.
The dump in Au am Rhein wasn't all that bad. It was halfway organized, so it wouldn't give dump-junk collectors, sifters, and treasure hunters all that bad a headache. It was disgusting but that could be explained by it being a plain, old, simple dump. The dump, which was situated on one of the municipality's hills, was a small one by "dump standards". It had a reach of maybe half a mile in either direction and it had several thin channels dug in and around it that chemicals and waste-water flowed through freely. Despite it being halfway organized, one was still required to be careful while searching its heap for things that were decent, halfway decent, or could be taken apart and then used in certain projects.
Naturally, he steered clear of the piles that had nothing but rotten produce, clothing that looked more than ripped or well-worn, and appliances in them. No one wanted to run the risk of getting lock jaw, or a bad infection, after fooling around with the matter that was in them. The piles that consisted of boards, pieces of furniture that had seen better days, and items that had hardware in or on them were also given a wide berth. Lying close to the dump's entrance was an old, beat-up couch and chair that looked to harbor more than their fair share of rodents. A rather dusty-looking, but decent in appearance, bedroom set was to his left and about twenty feet away—he stayed clear of this too, since it might also be a nest for the area's present rodents, or for any matter of insects that would love to tear a person's fingers off.
The pile that he found and then started sifting through was about fifty feet from where Eshal stood. After taking the plunge, he found something that would do good for either Lhaklar or his father. The rust-brown, bootie-style shoes had a two-inch heel and a side zip on the side; they would fit one who wore a size eleven so they wouldn't really be able to fit on Lhaklar's feet, which were known to be average in size. From what he could tell, Lhaklar wore a size eight and a half in normal shoe and a nine and a half in boots; unless a spell was done to make what he found shrink, the booties wouldn't be a good fit for his average-sized feet. A pair of purple, microsuede boots with decorative fringe and inside zip closure was what he found next—Eshal, who was still by the entrance, made a sound like she both saw and was interested in them so he put them to the side for her. When he found three shirts, all polyester made, but one being gold, another purple, and the third fuchsia, the same thing happened so he repeated his action in setting them to the side. After finding a red, burgundy, and white striped tie, a gray and white striped tie, and a bronze striped tie, and then a light brown coat, that had a full-zip front and four buttons on it, and that had two pockets and a polyester lining in it, he left the pile then moved on.
No one wanted to dig in one pile for long. It was good to move on for variety purposes, and to also not deplete what was in that pile. Other people might want to sift through and then claim what was in it too, after all.
He was just about to start in on his second pile when the sound of someone coming towards him was heard. At first, he thought it was his sister, who finally decided to come in and see what she could find, or watch him as he found stuff, then, after the voices were heard, he knew that it was his friends instead.
"Well, I'll be if our homie isn't here." Angus Behrends, the nineteen year old that he befriended last September, said after approaching him.
"Homie? More like Two-Tone freak with a good knack for finding stuff." Aubin Paternoster, a freshly made nineteen year old who had red hair and brown eyes, and a scar that ran across his right cheek, said after seeing and then looking through the stuff that his friend found.
"We should scarf everything that you've found—you got here before us and got the chance to clean everything out. No fair." Abelle, Aubin's year-younger sister, who had brown hair and eyes, said.
"Dibs! Dibs! Hands off the merchandise before I become like one of them fighting bulls that are run through the streets of Mexico." Bile said jokingly.
"Who's that?" Franziska Beyersdorf, a rather beautiful, eighteen year old girl, who had long flowing, blonde hair and green eyes, asked after taking note of Eshal, who was still at the dump's entrance.
"My sister." Bile said. "Along with saying that she'd rather hang out with me today, she refuses to come in."
"Shame. She'll miss out on finding stuff, then." Franziska said.
He and his friends spoke for a little while; topics on his sister, on how things were at home, on Guyunis's upcoming birthday, on how his father was faring, and on how many necks were busted or broken during the periods where the tornadoes were seen as forming either close-by or down south of them were discussed before they started looking for things in the dump's many piles.
He found a lot of stuff in the pile that he was currently looking through for Eshal. He was quite sure that she'd enjoy the enameled boxes—a Pegasus, Warmblood, Haflinger, two Paints, an Arabian, a white horse that was covered in dark spots, a buckskin, a draft, a light-colored horse that had twigs and holly in its brown mane and tail, a Donkey, and a foal—that he found for her. Each of the boxes were between four and five inches in size and had crystal accents and gold trim on them—each looked right up her alley, which was why he kept them instead of calling either Abelle or Franziska over then asking if they wanted them. He was also quite sure that she'd like the light brown, faux suede, fringed scarf that he found in the pile too, so he kept and then put that in with the stuff that he found. Though it was a struggle, he decided to go on and let her have the pair of medium-brown, faux leather, fringe-style boots that he found before deciding to move on to another pile—initially, he wanted to give those to his mother but, seeing as he did have to treat Eshal a little, he decided to let her have them instead.
"If only I'd find a unicorn to go with them boxes—make a complete set for her or something." he thought after spell-sending all of what he found to the room that he and his brothers made last year.
Well, he might not of found her a unicorn to go with the enameled boxes but he did find several others to join what he found. With the humans being the way they were in throwing things out, he was fast in deducing that one of them threw a complete, or near-complete, set of equine-based enameled boxes away. He found a bronze Arabian, a chunky palomino, a chunky brown horse, a black Thoroughbred, a white horse that was rearing, a mahogany mare with foal, a gray Andulusian, and a black and white Gypsy in the pile that he relocated to. Except for some, each had gold trim and crystal accents on them; of the ones that didn't have that, pewter accents and gold trim were present. A bronzish palomino horse sculpture, that was rearing, was found next before the pile's pickings started ebbing low; he spell-sent all of what he found home then resumed his search of the dump.
No other advertisements that showed "weird-handled" knives had come in the mail recently but he was always keeping an eye out for them. The knife that he found in the third pile that he plundered was interesting; he gave it a thought about keeping it for himself. While the blade was Damascus-made, it had an onyx grip that had gold and plain red designs on it. After a few minutes of thinking it over, he decided to let Guyunis have it—it'd be a good thing to give him on his birthday. A ten-inch long cable knife was found next, which he also decided to give to Guyunis, then a knife that had a snake-like handle that was nothing more than a reworked rebar was found. Unlike the other two knives, he decided to keep it. After finding the final knife, he found no more. He moved to the next pile after the pickings in the third one became a little dry; during the move to the next pile, he saw that his sister was coming towards him. From all appearances, it looked like she had her communicator in her hand and was about to use it.
"Daddy," she confirmed his figuring after stopping before him. After giving him a mischievious look, she pressed her finger to the communicator's initiate button. "Daddy, you there? I need to talk to you."
"Eshal, unless this is important, make it quick. I'm right busy right now." his father's voice rang through the communicator's one speaker rather clearly.
"It is. Bile dragged me to the dump in one of the nearby towns. He's getting rather filthy, and is doing more than plain looking at what's around." his sister relayed. He rolled his eyes then returned to searching through the pile that he relocated to.
"According to your mother, your brothers do as I believe he is quite often. As long as he cleans himself up, and doesn't get any infectious cuts to himself in the impending days to come, he's fine."
"Daddy...!" Eshal very nearly exclaimed. "This place is disgusting, and he's hanging around these four humans who look very bad-news too."
"I trust your brother to know bad company, Eshal. Unless it's dire, don't use your communicator to contact me. I'm right busy, and need some time to get unbusy, okay?"
"But, daddy..."
"Okay, Eshal?"
She said okay then returned her communicator to her purse, which was where she got it from. Along with not being able to fathom the idea of the oldest of her brothers bringing her to this horrid place she couldn't believe that there were two girls actively looking through the rank piles that only the Gods knew possessed. The blonde-haired girl had a very petite body; her breasts were small, but visible, and she had a very pretty face. With her purple and "silver" shirt, light brown, knee-length skirt, and dark brown boots, she definitely didn't look to belong in this filthy place. Seeing that she was looking through the piles of junk that lie here and there, at almost every corner, or at nearly every twenty or so yards, was shocking.
The brown-haired girl looked to have an athletic body build on her. Going by the style of her clothing, she thought that she was leaning more towards being a tomboy than a girlie-girl. The jeans were plain, the blue shirt had short sleeves and a normal-set neckline, and the shoes were white and black and were, without a doubt, sneakers. While the shock was there in regards to her being in the dump, and searching through its piles of junk, it wasn't as prominent as the one that was being felt over the other girl in the group.
She had yet to get a good look at the filthy and redneck-looking boys that were with her brother. The one with the red hair looked to be around five foot, eight inches while the one with the brown hair looked to be nearly six feet tall. The one with the brown hair was wearing a greasy, grimy, white t-shirt and dirt-encrusted black jeans; his shoes looked to be in equal disarray. The red-haired boy was wearing a shirt that was lacking both of its sleeves and looked rather dusty; his blue jean shorts were all patched up and in tatters on the hems and, from her vantage point at the dump's entrance, his black shoes looked about ready for the trash. This was the crowd that Bile hung around with? This redneck, uncouth group of boys and a tomboy-looking girl and a girl who looked more appropriate around others of her gender who were girlie-girls? She couldn't believe it and, honestly, she didn't want to either. First, she finds that Lhaklar has a bunch of dirty and distrustful friends and now she finds that Bile has a bunch of redneck friends, what next?
Some of the things that her brother had found had gained some interest in her. She was looking forward to seeing them—after they were clean, of course—but she wasn't looking forward to seeing the rest of what he found. She wished that he'd stop what he was doing, then collect her and go home; she could think of so many other things to do other than being in this disgusting, offending place. The act of her calling her father, then telling him what Bile was doing, was only done with the hope that he'd drop what he was doing then come over to put an end to this. She hadn't expected for her father, who was such a respectful and clean man, to let what was going on to happen and she had definitely not expected for him to say for her to not call him again unless it was very important.
Bile, as a child, was a rather rowdy and boisterous thing; at one time, after he, the rest of her brothers, and their mother were found and then returned to Moas, she was afraid of him because of his size and strength... while she was no longer scared of him, or of the rest of them, she did worry that he was heading in the wrong direction. These friends of his were a good example of the direction that he was headed towards. As a child, Bile had more composed, but still boyish, friends; as a teenager, he had friends that looked like trouble.
"Get him and my other brothers off the planet, and away from the crowds that they're hanging around, and they'll shape up." she thought.
While she was fine with staying with her family on Earth for a while in April, she was no longer fine with it now. She had seen too much of what her brothers hung around, and heard too many alarming things that they did while being out of the house; she had worried herself too much on them to be fine with the stay being as long as it was. Being bored, and having nothing to do to the side, it was her brothers, and the way they handled themselves and their outside time, and in what they befriended, that made her want to speed time along so they could get back on Moas and then have all the alarming things trained out of the ones that they were habitually wired into. The smoking, the hunting, the filthy, distrustful, and redneck-looking friends, the act of being out of the house for nearly all day, the cursing, the listening to music that was hurtful to one's image and ears... it all needed to go. The only way that could be done was if they moved back to Moas and fast.
"If I knew Time Warp, like daddy does, I'd be able to make time go faster so that could happen." she thought before starting to follow her brother around, and before trying to prevent him from doing what he was.
Bile was the older of her brothers, so he should be acting the most mature of them, she thought. Having company like he did, and going out to hunt without a parent around to supervise him, and going to and then searching through dumps shouldn't be done by someone who was the oldest of his brothers. Lhaklar, though younger than Bile, should also be acting in the same sense—while he was the more mature of his brothers, she thought that he was too mature, and that he had a mouth that he just loved to run, and that he was too pushy and controlling. Hazaar and Lazeer were acting almost like they should—it was the temper thing, and the fact that they were acting like they were spoiled rotten, that she thought they shouldn't be exhibiting. Guyunis seemed to be between her brothers. She was also shocked over the fact that her mother, the woman who she grew up as knowing as a maternal figure, and that she still regarded as her one and only mother, was allowing for what was being exhibited in her sons to go on. As much as it pained her to think, she did believe that a lot of her brothers' problems came into being because of their mother allowing them to.
"Hey, Bile!" the brown-haired boy, who she was now close enough to notice a few things on, said. Along with having a long face, he had blue eyes; to her, this boy didn't seem to be all there upstairs. There was something in his eyes that said he was either not very smart or didn't have all of his plugs plugged in.
"Angus?" her brother called in the boy's direction.
"Need or want a dildo?" the boy said.
"Angus, man, ask one of the girls that question instead of me, please." Bile made a face.
"It's all nice and slimy..." the boy went on. "Might have week-old cum on it."
"Don't be putting your hands anywhere on me after you've touched that." Bile, and the red-haired boy, said in unison.
Something that looked like one of them guns that police used to evaluate a driver's speed was pulled from the pile that her brother was searching through. She was momentarily stunned to prevent him from taking it from the pile, or putting it to the side—while Bile spoke on what the item was, then said something about Hazaar having an interest in it, she didn't hear him. It was the discussion on the discovery of a dildo, and of her brother's "friend" talking about the liquid stuff that came from a mature woman's vagina after she got really, really excited, that caused her to forget where she was and what her brother was doing. If things like dildos, a machine that nasty women used to stimulate themselves with, were being discussed among her brother and his friends then there was a hurried need for her whole family to be relocated to Moas.
She considered calling her mother, and then telling her where she and Bile were, and what Bile was doing, and what his friend found, and on what the both of them had discussed. Not even Baruk, one of her father's younger nephews, and Gaajah, her father's younger brother, knew what a dildo or that nasty liquid was—Bile, at his age, shouldn't know what neither were yet he discussed the items like he did know what they were, which gave her the idea that he did something that revolved around the things that adults do in the bedroom. She was disgusted with the conversation that she just heard and she more than ever wanted her brother out of the area and on Moas.
"Dude! This is in near-mint condition!" her brother said after moving to another pile of junk then digging out a small, twenty-one and a half inch tall table lamp. The lamp had stained glass, and a shade that looked to have purple studs and gem-like glass cabochons, on it; while she liked and wanted to give it a closer look, she forced herself to both retain her composure and stay away. Her brother set the lamp to the side, then looked at her, then went back to the pile that he was searching through.
"What are you planning on doing with all of what you're finding?" Eshal finally asked her brother.
"Clean it up, then give some of it to my family. The stuff that's not wanted by the ones in my family is to be sold." her brother automatically replied. The Elephant sculpture, that had cracked glass, amber-colored beads, and was rather beautifully embossed, looked pretty; she was enticed by it for a few seconds before drawing her eyes from it.
"You're wasting your time. People want stuff that's in boxes, and that's sold in a store, or somewhere where the merchandise is more presentable. They wouldn't want anything that's been found in a dump." Eshal tried to sound reasonable but, in the end, she sounded more like a mother hen that was about to go crazy on the one who dared to touch her chicks.
"I've sold several of the things that I've found in the area's dumps, so I know that's not true." her brother returned.
When the butterfly/flower tree, that had fiber optic lights set in the center of the flowers, was found, she couldn't help herself in going forward to look at it. Bile let her examine it, and he even offered to let her hold it; while she gave it a good looking over, she refused to take it from him. When she voiced her desire in wanting it, he nodded his head then said the spell that'd send it home. In a way, it was the lamp that broke her resolve; she went towards the pile that was beside the one that her brother was looking through then started sifting through it.
A set of pink, purple, light blue, and light green petite rose decor pillows were found. The stained glass lamp, that was found next, was nearly the same as that of what Bile had found earlier. It was shaped like a vase but the flared top was styled to look like flower petals and leaves; it had a lot of flower-like designs on it and the stained glass was done in many red, pink, and purple hues. She thought that the ornate curling leaf base, that was bronze-like in appearance, went well with the piece. Before her good senses kicked in, and she backed away from her activity, she found three other things.
Two, she automatically decided, were for her mother's adopted son. When she called Bile over, then showed him the larger of the two pieces that she found, he said that it was an "honest to goodness Nightmare Before Christmas cuckoo clock". While she didn't know what that was, she knew that it was a good find. She placed it among the other things that she found then showed Bile the other items that she came across. Bile, though not as interested in the Australian opal and diamond ring, was interested in the poster that had a living chicken sitting beside a store-bought, and cooked, chicken that had a pirate-like skull sitting on its neck and head-less body.
"He'll like them two things." Bile said after spell-sending all of what she found home. "Should be proud of yourself, E. Took the plunge, found some stuff, became involved in what everyone else is doing, and had fun while doing so."
"Yeah and now I'm regretting it." Eshal, who was looking at her greasy, grimy, and sticky upper arms and hands, said. "Can we go now? I need a shower, and so do you."
"You may." Bile dug in his pants pocket for his set of keys; once they were in his possession, he tossed them over to Eshal. "Me and my friends are to hang out for a while longer."
Even though she caught his set of house keys, she refused to go home on her own. Eshal looked at what he gave her then crossed her arms; she gave him one hell of a sly look, which he took just one glance at before gazing at the sky. After seeing her silent refusal to go home on her own, he told his friends that he was leaving the area for a few minutes—except for Angus, who asked why he was leaving, everyone said okay. After nodding his head at his sister, they teleported to the house then went towards the door. Their mostly quiet, and pleasant, return home was shattered after they reached the door—Eshal, who still had his keys, refused to use them. After taking them from her, he pushed the one that went to the front door into the appropriate slot then stepped to the side. Even after the door was open, and was more than warmly inviting her into the abode that it went to, she didn't go in—that same, sly look was received, as was its message; he decided to play to its not-so-secret desire. A small, white lie was done then he led the way to the house's interior.
His sister, he was quite sure, smiled broadly after seeing him going into the house. She followed at his backside then, as if the issue needed to be carefully taken care of, she closed and then locked the door. While he led her to the hallway that had the downstairs closet and bathroom on it, he knew that she wasn't to use the bathroom that was on it—once she went past, then started going up the stairs, he took advantage of her by not only turning about but by tearing down the hallway then out of the house. His sister, while able to shout no, Bile at his backside, wasn't able to catch or prevent him from leaving the house; once he was outside, he teleported back to where he was earlier.
Once he was back at the dump, he went towards his friends, who had small piles of stuff that they found, and who looked about ready to leave the area. He gave them the signal that all was fine on his end before any sort of verbal communication was done.
"She's younger than you, right?" Aubin asked while they were leaving the dump.
"No. She's older—has three hundred years on me." Bile replied.
"Doesn't act it." Abelle said. "While I was looking through the piles that were around me, I noticed that she was doing a lot of pacing before the entrance."
"When she finally decided to come in, I noticed that she was both following and trying to play snatch with your arms and elbows too." Angus said.
"She was very reluctant to become involved in the fun," Bile replied. "And she's been raised differently than me and my brothers. Think it'll take a while for her to understand that me and my brothers are different than her and that we're not going to be like what we were when we were kids."
"How were you and your bruders like before your mum moved you here?" Aubin asked.
"Restrained." Bile answered. "If I have to put a word to it, we were very restrained in what we were allowed to do."
They went to the little ice cream, smoothie, and milkshake parlor called Uhlala, which was right beside the car dealership where the BMW was purchased from, for smoothies then caught a movie before going their separate ways. When he returned home, the door was found to be unlocked; after going in, his sister, non-surprisingly, jumped on him for both "sneaking off" and "putting a big scare on her". After saying them two things, she hussled him upstairs for a shower—while he let her follow him up the stairs, he refused to let her go anywhere near the bathroom that she wanted him to be in. Once he was in the bathroom, he locked the door—so to get some privacy, of course. When his shower was over, he left the bathroom then went straight to his bedroom. A pair of black jeans, a dark red t-shirt, that had a single tear in the chest area, but that was pretty much lacking a neckline, and a pair of dark red socks were donned before he grabbed the pair of boots that he was wearing earlier from the bathroom, where they were left last. Once he was clean, and dressed, he went down to the "Son Cave" to clean what he and his sister found at the dump.
Things were calm and peaceful in the house for the next several hours. He cleaned his and Eshal's discoveries, then set what Eshal found to the side, then carted all of what he found to either his bedroom or the attic. When his father came home, he showed him the items that he thought he'd have an interest in—rather interestingly, the man wasn't all that keen on the bootie-style shoes; he was interested in the ties, coat, and Elephant and horse sculptures, though. He gave the man the items that he was interested in then showed him the sword that had the snake-like, rebar handle on it. While the man looked it over a few times, he didn't seem all that interested in it, so he was able to "release" the breath that he was holding in over his actually asking him if it was for sale and his replying that it wasn't.
After his mother came in from work, he showed her what he found at the dump. Along with being happy in hearing that most of the feminine items were for Eshal, she said that it was a better than fine idea for him to give the enameled boxes to her too.
Eshal, who mostly stayed in her room the entire time he was showering and then cleaning what all they found at the Au am Rhein dump, was pleasant when Lhaklar, Hazaar, and Lazeer came in and she was also pleasant when Lazeer announced that one of his friends was coming over in an hour. His sister was very placid towards Eli Mendelsohn when he came over; though not very communicative with him, she didn't treat him badly or brush him off like he was diseased or was a carrier of a right bad cold.
It was when Eli received permission from both of his parents to stay for supper that Eshal changed. A meal of steak, green bean and corn combo, and baked potato salad was placed on the table then everyone sat down; they had no more started eating before the embarrassing, and downright infuriating, fireworks began.
"Steak's real good, Miss. Irene," Eli said.
"Thank you, Eli. Glad you like it." their mother replied. The look, that she gave their father, said it all—in not so many words, she told him to not say a thing on the non-marital tag that she was just called. It was quiet in the room for two minutes before she said, "Seems like all of us had a good day today."
"Very busy, but productive, on my end." their father said while everyone was either looking up or nodding their heads.
"All but me," Eshal said immediately after their father spoke.
"Huh?" Bile looked up.
"Eshal, what do you mean you had a bad day? Didn't you hang out with Bile?" Angel asked her daughter.
"Yeah, and he took me to the worst place imaginable too." Eshal shot. It was quiet at the table for about a minute before she spoke again. "After leaving the house, he dragged me to the dump then left me behind while he and his fah-riends got dirty."
"You left your sister behind?" Angel asked her son.
"Technically, no. And I didn't drag her anywhere either. I'll admit to grabbing and then teleporting with her to the dump that's in Au am Rhein but I never dragged nor said that she was to stay with me all while I was there." Bile responded. He was fast in telling the events that preceded what he and his sister did that day. "After we got to the dump, I went to its entrance. She was right beside me the entire time. All while I was going towards the entrance, she was telling me that she wasn't going in and that I wasn't either—I never touched her; after she stood before me, barring my path to the entrance, I went around her then went in. I'll admit to telling her that it suited me fine on her staying by the entrance but I never forced her to stay where I took her, or to come in and then get involved in what I was doing."
"What you just admitted to doing counts as a drag, Brother." Eshal said.
"You would of thrown a fuss if I didn't do what I did." Bile pointed out. "You could well of teleported back, or asked for my set of keys before teleporting back. Instead, you followed me to the dump's entrance then stood there, doing nothing but pacing back and forth, afterwards. It was only when you used your communicator to contact dad that you came in, and it was only when I found that lamp that you became involved in what I, and my friends, were doing."
"Does sound like he didn't drag and then force you to stay there, Eshal." TazirVile said.
"He glared at me after I used my communicator to contact you too, daddy." Eshal said in a slightly elevated, and false-emotion spitting, voice. "After I used my communicator, he glared at me then acted like he was going to get up to claim it from m—"
"I did not!" Bile said in a loud gasp. "I looked at you, then rolled my eyes at what you were doing, then went back to doing what I was. Again, my hands were never laid on you."
"Honestly, Eshal, I don't believe that your brother meant or would do you any harm. He might of been annoyed with you using your communicator to contact your father but I doubt if he glared or got up to relieve you of your communicator." Angel said.
The matter on who dragged who, and who either tried to assault or was looking to be about to assault another, was dropped. They went on with the meal for another few minutes before Eshal started up on another subject... which revolved around his friends.
"How long have you been seeing them friends of yours, Bile?" she asked him. Like an idiot, he bit the bait provided to him; the one who was in charge of the pole began reeling him in immediately.
"Since the latter part of September. Angus and I met one another on the twenty-fifth and he introduced Aubin, Abelle, and Franziska a few days later." Bile replied.
"Where'd you find Angus?"
"Same place that you and I went to t—"
"That's what I thought." Eshal was fast in saying. "You've befriended a fine bunch, and I'm sure that daddy will want to know all about how they acted today."
"How'd they act, Eshal?" TazirVile looked up from his plate; he looked at his daughter, then at his adopted son, before returning his gaze to his daughter.
"Trouble-makers, all of them." Eshal said matter-of-factly. She then turned her eyes towards his. "I don't need to look up the definition, or hang around them more than once to see how they are. I'm surprised that you've let yourself go as far as to befriend people like them. The same as Lhaklar, you have bad taste in friends and, I'm betting, have done a good round of creating trouble with them."
"None of my friends are trouble-makers, Eshal." Bile said.
"Really, then why did your red-haired friend have a scar on his cheek?" Eshal asked. Before he could answer her question, she said, "I bet he got that from fighting in the street, or from fighting someone over something that was recently stolen." after saying this, she went to pick on another of his friends. "And why did one of them girls look so fancily dressed, but go into the area that you and your other friends were in? Girls that dress like that don't hang around crowds like what you've befriended unless their looking for trouble, or a few "thrills". And why did that brown-haired human pick up and then speak of—"
"Aubin received the scar that you speak of from his grandfather. Both he and his sister were raised for a couple of years under the same roof that their grandparents owned and lived under; his grandfather was a drunk and had a way of taking his fits out on others. He struck my friend across the face with his cane one day when he was especially drunk and not in full control of himself." Bile both interrupted his sister and answered some of what she was asking.
"I hate it when people do that." Eli said. "How old was your friend when that happened?"
"Five, and he was doing nothing but playing with a basketball at the time. It was a very unprovoked attack." Bile answered his little brother's friend's question before going on to explain the other question pertaining to his friends. "As for Franziska, she likes to dress all nice and girlie but she's not all that girlie-girlie. She's cool, like the rest of my friends."
"I bet she is." Eshal shot. "And I bet your fah-riends enjoy handing her off among them too." his jaw, like his father's, dislodged from his face. He had no chance to defend his friend because his sister said this, "I suppose you've also had a go with her, and I suppose you get a good kick out of having a retard as a friend as well?"
"Eshal!" TazirVile gasped.
"Or someone who goes around, picking up dildos and speaking of the matter that comes from a woman's vagina?" Eshal continued.
Their mother, followed by their father, gave the signal for all conversation at the table to cease. Eshal mustn't of seen their signals because she continued gunning for his friends. After spending another two to three minutes of talking his friends down, and saying how "disappointed" she was in how he was so free in picking people of the wrong crowd to befriend, she turned her attention towards Lhaklar, who was now standing to get order in the room.
Eshal was fast in both snapping at and telling him to downsize his mannerisms. She also told him to drop how big and mighty he thought he was before turning her attention back to the friend situation. Instead of turning her attention back to him, she got on Lhaklar for how "dirty" and "distrustful" a crowd he hung around; she also told him that she was more than disappointed in how much respect he gave to their parents. After getting on Lhaklar, she turned her gaze towards Hazaar, who was doing nothing but sitting all quiet-like in his chair. The food on Hazaar's plate was barely touched; with the way Eshal was acting, he wouldn't be surprised if no more of it would be eaten. Eshal was particularly hard on Hazaar for how he conducted his temper, and for his "continued disobedience in not wanting to stay off his feet". After spinning a torrent of words about how disappointed she was in him, Eshal moved on; she targeted Lazeer, and his friend, next.
"You've also befriended a nice lot. Mouthy and disobedient, and one who walks around in all black, and wears makeup. The fact that you prefer to be outside, letting your injured face be susceptible to all sorts of contagions, and that you invite your friends over to a meal that's suppose to be consumed by just the members of your family, speaks volumes on how disrespectful you are." Eshal said to Lazeer.
"Kiefer, Killian, and Eli are good people and I'm damn glad to of found and befriended them." Lazeer shot.
"As are we in you." Eli, who looked rather uncomfortable, said.
"What're you, gay or something? You wear more makeup than a grown woman, and clothing that's too tight on a male body." Eshal said to Eli.
"I want no involvement in this, please." Eli, who now looked very uncomfortable, said.
"Eshal, that is enough." Angel said.
Despite the voice of their mother speaking up to, yet again, tell them to behave, and to return to their meals, he stood then drummed his fists on the table's surface. In his mind, Eshal was being both extraordinarily rude and offensive. The fact that Eli hadn't up and left the table, and then house, was a surprise to him—while he didn't know much about Lazeer's friends, he did think that Eli was leaning more towards being one of the Bi or Gay sexuality, which he was perfectly fine with. He was fine with people who were anything other than straight, and with how them types of people went by life, and how they dress themselves. He wasn't biased, rude, or disrespectful; before that night, he had figured that Eshal, his older sister, who had a few aunts who were of the lesbian orientation, was the same way. It looked like he was way wrong on his figuring of her.
"I take it that this is how you think we should live our lives—stay at home all day, have friends that do nothing but stare at the walls, or be tools all their lives, and allow for leashes to be thrown around our necks, then become tethered to a board somewhere, and then be content when they're released a tiny bit when its desired for us to have some exercise?" Bile asked his sister.
"No," Eshal replied. "Just to be better maintained, and respecting. And to not go out so much, or stay out for so long. You can have friends but have better ones than what you already have."
"I'd rather do things our way." Bile said.
"And that's going to get you into a lot of trouble." Eshal shot. "Like with what you did today—you stole. By you going to that dump, and taking things from it, you stole from it. That's ille—"
"No it's not." Lhaklar said.
"People throw what's in that dump out, don't they? If its not found and then taken home by us, or by someone who does as we do, it'll be piled up then burned." Hazaar said.
"There's many others who do as we do in going to the dump then finding things to take home and keep or sell." Lazeer said.
"It's not a bad hobby, and you became involved in it for a short while so what you said can be pinned to you." Bile pointed out.
"I wanted none of what I did today!" Eshal screamed. "If not for you enticing me with that disgusting lamp that you "found", I'd of never done what you and your fah-riends were."
"I didn't entice you with that lamp. I simply found and then removed it from the pile; you, after seeing it, came forward to inspect it. Once I found it, you became a happy, non-bored, free-willing person who was having fun in looking for what you found."
"You can have it all. Do whatever you want with it, I don't care. I don't want it nor want it around me and daddy." Eshal said. What she said next infuriated him. "Honestly speaking, I don't want anything to do with anyone who steals, or hangs around a bad crowd, so, when you wake tomorrow, don't bother in saying hello or asking if I want to come with you anywhere."
"I don't hang around a bad crowd, and you can bet I won't ask someone who's so shallow, and bored with life that they have to pick and make others feel belittled, if they want to hang with me." Bile practically yelled. His anger was so great that he turned then made as if to leave the room; instead of leaving the room, he walked into his chair then practically did a somersault over it. His mother raced over, helped him to his feet, then held him.
She told him that all was fine, and that he needed to calm down, and that all of what he heard was wrong, and that, if he took his sister's suggestion in getting rid of anything that he found for her on, he could do it and not feel a bit guilty about it. Though it took a while, he nodded his head—he whispered into his mother's ear that, tomorrow, if Eshal was still serious on what she just said, he'd be leaving early to set-up shop in Karlsruhe's one known flea market. The flea market in Karlsruhe was a big one; along with paying it visits from time to time, he had done business there more than five times, so he knew how one went by setting up and then making money in it.
After telling his mother his probable plans for tomorrow, he heard the order for him to both go upstairs and calm down, which he did. It didn't really surprise him when he heard Eli asking his mother for permission to be excused from the table, or when Guyunis asked if he could leave the table and then go upstairs. Lazeer's friend left in a hurry right after receiving permission to do so, and Guyunis did more than break his neck in getting up to his room.
Eli's exit of the house, and Guyunis's entrance to his bedroom, caused a five minute quiet spell to happen in the house before the sound of someone screaming her fool head off was heard. It didn't take him long to figure that Eshal turned her flame-filled mouth on his mother, or that his mother was reacting to what she said. All while hearing his mother get on Eshal for how disrespectful she was that evening, and for her ruining the meal for everyone, and hurting the feelings of more than the ones that were related to her, he was getting the things that he was probably going to be selling tomorrow ready for where he was planning on going once his alarm went off and he got up from bed. With Eshal being the way she was tonight, he didn't want her anywhere near him and he definitely didn't want any quick-made apologies, or to be seeing her while he was eating a meal.
At the moment, having her miles and miles away from him sounded like a blessing.