Chapter 7: Them
The group of figures huddled around the room were silent as their leader paced in front of them.
"Brant," the pacing figure turned to one of the cloaked in front of him. "Where is that idiot of a girl?"
No one could see under his cloak, but Brant flinched. "She's upstairs, Fintan." He had become tired of Fintan's ordering around.
"Well the moron needs to get down here," Fontana grumbled. The other people around them started to mutter their agreement. "I don't think she's a moron," Brant said quietly. But no one heard him.
Finally, the girl they had been groaning about came down the stairs, holding a small child's hands.
The older girl's cloak covered her face, but the younger one's didn't. Her blonde hair fell to her shoulders and she looked around nervously.
Some people almost 'awww'ed at the toddler, but everyone managed to keep their mouth shut. Brant locked eyes with the older girl, and even though her eyes were barely visible, she could see the small shake of his head. She ignored it.
"What is that child doing here?" Fintan sounded frustrated. "Put her away now. She is no use to us."
The girl was silent for a moment, then spoke. "Very well, Fintan." She spat the name out like poison, but he did not seem to notice.
"C'mon, Cassie," she whispered to the little girl. They went up the stairs and Cassie was light leaped away.
The girl came back down the stairs.
"Now," Fintan said curtly. "We have mission to plan."