So much has happened in the past 24 hours.
After the introductions, we all talked about our Cêpans and our journeys and our Legacies. Mostly me since, apparently, they've been together for quite a long time now and I was the only one missing.
All of their Cêpans are already dead which is just about the worst news I've heard so far.
It was kind of awkward for me to talk about Sondra. I guess Six saw that because she changed the subject.
"So what are your Legacies?" she asks.
"Um, flight, telekinesis, and elemental manipulation." I say, not exactly confident.
"You?" I ask.
"Invisibility, telekinesis, and I can also control the weather."
My eyes light up. Wow.
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It's almost time for bed and I'm emotionally exhausted. Nine has been flirty with me but I didn't really take it as something serious. I figured he's just like that with everybody.
Out of all the Garde, I'm most fond of Ella. She is just so sweet and cute and it's fascinating to watch her transform from being a baby to being a 12-year-old. She's quite shy like me so it was tough for both of us to start a conversation.
"Do you miss your Cêpan?" she asks.
"Yes. She was like a mom to me, you know? She was always there and now she isn't."
"I understand." She replies, looking at me with big sympathetic eyes. I give her a weak smile. She's been through a lot and she's still so young so it just brings daggers to my heart to think about how she felt when her Cêpan died.
Six showed me my room which was between Nine's and hers. It was, well, glorious. It had navy blue walls and a flat-screen TV in front of the biggest bed I've ever seen. Compared to the motel rooms I've been staying in, this room looked like it belonged to the Queen of England in my eyes.
Six noticed my awe and she said, "Pretty cool, huh? Nine's Cêpan, Sandor, really went all out with this whole penthouse."
I nod. I haven't even gotten over with the whole living room setup and then they show me this? I don't think I can handle any more of this.
"Come on, I'll help you settle in." Six says helpfully.
We walk inside the gigantic bedroom and she helps me unpack my muddy clothes from my muddy backpack. She looks at me, a hint of sympathy on her face. She knows what it's like to be on your own.
After Six was done helping me, I changed into some more comfortable clothes, brushed my teeth, and stepped into the bed. It was the single most comfortable thing my skin has ever felt. Seriously, it was so plushy and the pillows were so soft that I couldn't wait to go to sleep. Plus, the AC was just making my experience so much better.
I had just snuggled beneath the blankets when I heard a somewhat forced knock on the door. Immediately, my senses started telling me to attack but of course I had to wait who it really was first.
"Come in." I say, nervousness flooding my voice.
Nine strode in. Phew.
"It's just me, don't worry." He says, not really that reassuring.
I nod and give him a small smile. He sits at the corner of the bed.
"You like the place?" he asks, scanning the room as if he never even set foot in it.
"Yeah, it's sweet. You guys are filthy rich."
He nods, a smug look evident in his face.
We just sit there for a while, not really saying or doing anything.
Eventually, he stands up, props himself, and goes for the door.
"Well, I'm going to sleep. Goodnight sweetie, don't let the Mogs kill ya when you're sleeping." He says, chuckling.
Wait, what did he just call me?!