(A/N Hello, everyone! I am not going to bore you, so go on... Just read the chapter.)
Chapter 11: Moving Out
It was early in the morning. Around five o'clock, it felt as. Cashmére stared at the ceiling, thinking of that old fairytale. She remembered that her father had told her about it. It was about a selkie who had fallen in love with the heir of the Eastern Snowplains. Not until now, she had thought about it very much. When she had been a little girl, she had thought that selkies were mythical creatures, but now she knew better. She had even seen one of them. They were looking like slightly chubby humans, but with the tale of a seal and big eyes. They could have many colours, like brown, grey, purple and red. She had even seen a yellow one. But she hadn't ever seen one really close. And there were piscis, too. Piscis had- just like the selkies- a human torso, shoulders and head, but their tail was the tail of a shark. And then there were lorelies... Those were dangerous. They made men come really, really close and the they seduced them and drowned them. It was awful. But- if you were a girl- they could be helpful. Cashmére had heard stories about girls whom the lorelies had helped throught given them necklaces, that made the girls more attractive. Sometimes, the lorelies even had killed men who were unfaithfull to their women. Cashmére loved these legends. She had no idea of why she was thinking of it, it had just came up into her mind.
"Are you sure about this?" Milo asked Maximilian. Maximilian nodded.
"I have to do it." he answered.
"Your mum will freak out."
"I know." Maximilian, "But maybe... maybe, I'll find Rodrian."
"Max-"
"I know." Maximilian kicked at the box, stuffed with all his belongings. "It sounds stupid."
"No." Milo said, "But... it... I..."
"What?" Maximilian wondered.
"Sometimes... I doubt if Rod is... you know."
"He is. He must be." Maximilian shook his head, "He has to be."
Milo sighed. "Maybe."
"And will you take care of... Jose and Mar?" Maximilian asked.
"Always." Milo smirked. "But I won't tell your mum that you've gone back. She'd tear me to tiny Milo-pieces."
"Do you realize what she would do to me? No, I have to leave a note." Maximilian replied. "I don't like it myself, but-"
"You could tell your dad." Milo folded in, "Or Joseph. Or Marcia."
Maximilian did a grimace.
"Dad's not... always very... well, he forgets a lot. I don't know if he'll..." he sighed, "However, Marcia and mum don't get a long. Joseph and mum haven't talked in months."
"Right." Milo muttered.
"I got to go now, Mil." Maximilian said. Milo sighed.
"Are you sure?" he wondered.
"Yeah." Maximilian answered, "If you want, you could come with me."
"Nah..." Milo said, "I'm staying."
"Alright." Maximilian replied, "I am going to miss you."
"Gonna' miss you too." Milo said. Quickly, Maximilian wrote a note to his mother and left it on his bed. He- in contrast to his two younger siblings- was still living with his parents. Maximilian picked up the bow and walked out of the room. He slipped out of the house, and hurried to the Port.
"Marcia?" Marcia stopped, just outside the Snake Slipway, and swore to herself. Her mother, who was almost a head shorter than herself, approached her. "Where are you going?"
"To my lessons." Marcia said, a little bit too shortly. "Mum, I'm really busy-"
"That can wait for just a few seconds." Trassimma Overstrand said, putting her black hair (with slight streaks of white and grey in it) in place. "You haven't seen your brother lately?"
"Joseph?" Marcia wondered, "Well, yes."
"No, not Joseph." Trassimma said, tapping her foot irritably on the ground, "Maximilian."
"No." Marcia said, "No, not lately. Why?"
"I haven't seen him this morning." her mother sighed, "He always tells me before he's leaving..."
Marcia, who felt uneasy, scratched the back of her head.
"Right." she said, "Well, if I see him, I'll tell you..."
"Marcia, wait." her mother said, tilting her head to one side. "I haven't seen you for so long."
"Well, mum, I saw you two days ago." Marcia replied. Trassimma laughed. Marcia got shocked. Her mum didn't often laugh. But she sounded very... uneasy.
"Right." she said, "I just forgot it."
"Are you alright, mum?" Marcia asked. She felt slightly worried.
"Oh, of course I am..." her mother answered, and smiled. "I am."
"Is dad alright?"
Trassimma opend her mouth, as if to say something, but then closed it quickly again. "He's... alright. Fine."
"Mum."
"Why don't you stop by tomorrow?" her mother asked, "You and Joseph?"
This made Marcia feel even more uneasy. If her mother asked her and Joseph to come over, something was wrong. Very wrong.
"Alright..." she replied, "See you tomorrow, then..."
"Yes." Trassimma said, "And good luck with... your lessons."
Joseph was already there when Marcia came back to Endor's house.
"Jose." she said, lowly.
"Hi, Mar!" he replied cheerfully, "How has your day been?"
"Mum wants us to come over tomorrow."
"What?"
"You heard me." Marcia said, irritably.
"Why?" Joseph asked. Marcia shrugged.
"I don't know," she said, "But-"
"But what?"
"I think it's about dad."
"What? Is dad alright?"
"I don't know." Marcia said, "Mum was acting... odd."
Joseph sighed. "I guess we got to find out what's wrong." he replied.
Marcia nodded. "Cashmére maybe would like to come with us."
"Why?"
"You know, she needs to get to act... more normally. She has been locked in here for quite long." Marcia said, "Besides, we could always try to see if her new clothes and haircut works... If anyone gets fooled by it, I meant."
(A/N Trés bien, that was the chapter. I hope that the next one soon will be up.)