Chapter seven: sugar and awkwardness
Nights floated over the heads of the workers, watching the progress, and humming tunelessly.
"Nights," Reala called out, "It's time to go see master.
Nights smiled excitedly and flew eagerly over to Reala.
"Slow down," Reala said grabbing onto Nights' hand, "How much sugar have you had today?"
"What's sugar," Nights asked, in puzzlement.
"It's in candy," Reala said.
Nights laughed energetically, "Then I had lots and lots of sugar!"
"Who gave you candy?" Reala asked.
"You, and Adia, and Elise, and Will, and Helen, and then I ate some from my secret stash."
"Your secret stash?" Reala asked, amused by Nights' sugar fuelled behavior.
Nights nodded, "It's a bunch of all my favorites; I keep them in the bottom drawer of the night stand in my old house."
Reala rolled his eyes, I should prepare for his giant sugar coma.
"Are we going to see master now?" Nights bobbed in the air.
"Right that's what we were doing," Reala flew in the direction of Nightmare watching Nights burn of some of his energy by flying chaotically through the air.
I need to put some restrictions on candy distribution. Reala thought cheerfully, though it's always go to see Nights in a good mood.
Ring around the rosy
Pocket full of posies
Ashes ashes
We all fall down!
Nights, Elise, Katie, And Lilly fell onto the grassy floor, and laughed hysterically.
"Come on you three," Adia's mother Margret walked over to the four of them; Nights got up hurriedly and ran away, he didn't know why, but every time Margret was around he needed to go away.
Margret sighed; she had changed her mind about Nights after she found that he had sacrificed his freedom to save her family.
"Don't worry mom," said the now ten year old Lilly, "he doesn't understand yet."
"You should ask Reala to tell Nights that's its O.K. to be around you," eight year old Katie said helping the six year old Elise to her feet.
"Maybe," even though Margret trusted Nights, she still wasn't sure about Reala.
"Reala,"
Reala looked around knowing exactly who said his name and what he wanted.
"I'm tired," Nights shuffled his way over to Reala and slumped into his arms.
"What a surprise," Reala said, sitting down and letting Nights cuddle into his chest.
"I'm going to have to start calling you 'throw pillow,'" Adia said, sitting down next to the two Nightmaren.
"No you can't," Reala said menacingly.
"And why not," Adia asked smugly.
"Because I don't have a good nickname for you," Reala replied.
Adia thought about this for a seconded.
"But I do know what we can call Nights," Reala said jokingly.
"What's that?"
"Sugar coma,"
Reala and Adia laughed, then lapsed into and awkward silence.
"So," Reala tried to start up a conversation, "your hair is getting longer."
Adia twisted a lock of her golden brown-hair, "yeah, I was actually thinking about cutting it."
"Don't do that," Reala said disappointedly, "You should let it grow longer."
"You think so," Adia said thoughtfully.
"Yeah," Reala said sincerely, "then we can braid it and I can call you Rapunzel."
Reala laughed and Adia smacked him playfully, "that was not funny," but she laughed anyway.
"But really," Reala said, whipping a tear from his cheek, "I think your hair is beautiful at this length."
"Thank you," Adia blushed a bit.
Reala blushed to, the color, humiliatingly, noticeable on his pail face, "yesterday, when you…" he stopped, angry at himself for even bringing it up.
"I'm not sure," Adia said silently.
"You're not sure why you did it," Reala said bluntly.
Adia shook her head, "I don't know if I-"
Reala felt hope rear its ugly head, false hope is not good; Reala hated hoping for something just to be bitterly disappointed.
"I wonder what time it is," Reala said, desperately wanting to change the subject.
"It's time for you to get a life," Adia said teasingly, then got up before Reala could smack her.