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"Kalika, I command you to awaken," Eska's voice snapped, waking me up.
I shot up in the bed, looking around, confused. The room I was in looked just like Eska and Desna's room in the South, except there was only one bed. "Eska-face~" I whined, reaching over to stroke the girl's face. "Hi."
"Remind me to inform Desna that you're idiotic when you first wake up," she noted, pushing my hand away.
"What?" I asked, rubbing my eyes.
"Do you like my brother?" she questioned, sitting next to me on the bed.
"Obviously," I scoffed, trying to stifle a laugh. "I came all the way to the North Pole! I got sick! I braved the cold! And then he's all not here! The nerve of him-"
"Do you wish for anything more than a simple fling?"
"Obviously," I laughed. "I got sick in the cold for him!" I stopped laughing and turned to Eska. "You! You proposed to Bolin!?"
"Yes," she replied, slightly startled by my sudden outburst.
"How? Tell me, I need your finesse!" I exclaimed, gripping her shoulders.
"I simply presented him with a betrothal necklace, as is custom in the Water Tribes," she explained, sounding bored. "I wonder if he still has ownership of it…"
"Bolin?" I asked, getting a nod in response. "Oh, he still has the betrothal necklace. He's the most depressed and least funny guy around now that he's not with you! Just like me and my Dessy-Bear…" I sighed. "But, Eska! You could teach me how to make a betrothal necklace!"
"Yes, I could," she replied, staring at me emotionless.
"Will you?" I begged. "Please?"
"Of course, but you should know, Desna does not wish to wed before the twenty-first anniversary of his birth," she explained.
"That's fine, I just want to lay claim on him anyways," I shrugged. "No hot water tribe gal will get her hands on my Dessy-Bear!"
"Augh augh," she began to laugh, patting me on the back.
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"Oh, so like this?" I asked, holding the end of a carving knife to a hunk of wood that was slowly taking shape.
"No, you would carve here to form the skull," she explained, moving the knife.
"Oh~ okay!"
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"What stitching should I use?" I asked, holding up a thick piece of fabric that would soon become the strap for the necklace and a sewing needle already pre-threaded.
"Observe what I do and mimic it," Eska stated as she began stitching the spare fabric.
"Oh~" I snapped. "Okay!"
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"How would I get this on?" I asked, holding up the wooden skull in one hand and the necklace strap in the other.
Eska snatched the fabric out of my hands, scolding me. "You don't! You attach the skull after you paint it!" she hissed, stroking the deep purple fabric lovingly.
"Ohh~" I nodded, picking up a paint brush. "Okay~"
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"Now how do I get this on?" I asked, idly noting that the sun had gone down about two hours ago, and, although I was tired, I refused to go to bed until I finished this.
"Not yet, my impatient scorpion-dove!" she snapped, picking up two rolls of silver and gold chains. "Pick a color and then string it."
"Oh~" I nodded, taking the gold colored one. "Measure it first?"
"Yes."
"Okay~"
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"Now what do I do?" I asked, holding up the chain and the strap confusedly.
"Let me demonstrate," Eska sighed, picking up the strap she made when showing me how to sew mine along with a chain that she cut off. She showed me how to sew the chain to the strap in all the right places.
"Oh~" I started to do as she did. "Okay!"
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"I finished!" I announced, holding the necklace up triumphantly.
Eska snatched it out of my hand and scrutinized it before nodding approvingly. "I hope it fits him," she said.
I dropped my head. "Why wouldn't I think of that? Why wouldn't you tell me? What if it doesn't fit-?"
My rant was cut off by the muffled sound of an argument, and I looked around hurriedly, even though the door was closed. Eska looked uncomfortable, quickly cleaning up all the supplies before standing up and nodding her goodbye as she made her way to the door on the opposite side of the room. "Hey, where are you going?" I asked, twisting around to look at her.
"Back to my room," she replied. "Good night, Kalika."
"Um…night," I said after she closed the door.
The argument continued, but I still couldn't hear who it was and what it was they were arguing about. Not even a minute later, the other of the room slammed open to reveal a furious twin, along with a familiar woman storming after him, looking equally angry. "Desna Arturius Ryujin," the woman raged. "Don't you dare walk away from me! You-" she broke off after smashing into Desna's back. "Why would you just stop walking?!" she demanded, only becoming angrier, but Desna didn't reply.
He stared at me, a strange look on his face before he blinked slowly and allowed a small smile to stretch across his lips. "Kalika," he breathed, the anger and confusion from only moments ago disappearing.
"Who the hell is Kal-" the woman broke off, having been walking around him when her eyes landed on me. I was suddenly glad Eska hid the betrothal necklace behind me as I waved to the two.
"Hi, Desna's mommy," I greeted meekly.
She stood still before smiling widely, walking past Desna in wide, preppy strides, holding out her hand. "Hello, dear. I'm Mizu, new chief of the Northern Water Tribe," she said happily.
"I'm Kalika, but everyone, except Eska and Desna, calls me Kika," I replied, straightening up slightly.
"Kalika, what are you doing here?" Desna asked, squatting in front of me, looking curious.
"Desna, don't be rude," his mother scowled, slapping him lightly on the back of the head before turning back to me with a smile. "Kalika, such a pretty name," she sighed, shaking her head happily. "How'd you get all the way here?"
"Um…" I trailed off, thinking of all the questions I had to answer before nodding. "I'm here to ask you and Eska to come to Republic City, the fate of the world depends on it. It's okay, I'm used to their attitudes. Thank you, your name is pretty too. I bribed Varrick into bringing me here, then he abandoned me, then I was mugged, then I ran into this nice lady whose son showed me the way here, and I got sick at one point or another."
"How…peculiar," she noted, still smiling.
"Mother, could you please allow for Kalika and me to have a moment to ourselves?" Desna interrupted whatever his mother was about to say.
Mizu shot him another look before nodding and walking out of the room more gracefully than I could ever hope to accomplish. "Why is your mom all mad at you?" I asked after she slammed the door.
Desna sighed, leaning back on his elbows. "It's not…it's quite complex, but I will try to offer a satisfactory explanation," he said, staring up at the ceiling. "She has been in a foul temper ever since she heard of father's passing."
"Well, the death of a loved one is a hard thing to accept," I offered.
"Oh, no, she was quite joyous when she heard, but ever since, she has been…" he trailed off, looking at me, as if asking for a word.
"On your back?"
"Yes," he nodded. "It is so ridiculous. It's as though she expects me to turn into the same kind of man my father was."
"But you'd never be like your father," I told him, smiling. "Because your father hated me, and you don't hate me. Well, unless you do…Desna, you don't hate me right? Right? If you hated me, you would have told me, yes?"
"Calm down, Kalika," he interrupted, offering a calming smile. "I don't hate you."
"Oh, good," I grinned, reaching behind me. I held out the betrothal necklace which looked a lot like the one Eska gave Bolin except this one was purple and gold. "Then marry me."
Desna stared at me for a moment before cracking a smile. "No."
And then she died. Of grief. Because he said no. anyways, that's the end of the chapter~
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