Wings
- Let your spirit soar
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Dragons
| -Eyrien -Eriadu -Ryan -Qatar -Lattio -Iagador |
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Part 3: Qatar
Qatar followed the two young people with his eyes. With a deep sigh he started walking. Sometime it was just a pain to see the dark shadows of Fate looming in the distance without knowing what was really going on.
This time it wasn't otherwise. Qatar knew these two squabbling humans would play a part in his future, how or when he did not know, but usually he had to follow his guts when they told him someone.
That was why Qatar pulled his cloak tighter around his square body and followed the unlikely duo. Qatar was used to staying low, keeping himself out of the picture and letting fate guide him. He figured that if there was such a thing as Fate he'd better not mess with it.
Unlike his usual distance he came closer to these two than he usually liked. The streets of the market were narrow and people were crowding past him. Qatar's only option was to hide his teddy-like appearance behind the scarves and hope his blond, almost white hair wouldn't attract attention.
"This red one would look great on her." The blond girl said.
"I don't know..." the guy answered.
"trust me will you. It might look weird in your head, but it will go great with that black sweater I see her wearing in your mind."
"Stop reading me!"
Qatar stopped listening for a minute. Telepaths always meant trouble. It was hard to lay low when one was around. His
anonymity meant everything to Qatar. From the moment he had been 5 and his power had first shown itself Qatar hadn't trusted a soul. On that day he had told his mother she was going to die that day. But his mother hadn't believed him... who would believe a troublesome 5-year old who had a problem with his mother leaving.
His mother had died and left him alone since his father had died a year before and his grandparents hadn't joined the other Lyrianese to their new home. They had been normal humans...
Qatar for a moment pondered about what he would choose if he was placed before the choice: joining his family or staying in a world where his family was considered a danger to society? The first option won without a doubt. But he hadn't have to live in a society where being of the new humans was something where you could be killed for. On Lyria everyone was equal and no matter how odd you were you weren't frowned upon... unless maybe if you considered the South a nice holiday resort.
But telepaths came closer to being left alone. No-one liked someone having read their mind, but looking more careful Qatar eased a bit. The young woman hadn't figured him out yet, maybe she was restricted to the boy or people she had spoken too.
"I really am not."
Damn.
"Swearing will get you nowhere."
Qatar wanted to run away. Though these two were part of his life he usually didn't want to meet the people that mattered.
"Stop it." The boy yelled when a few of the scarves lifted in the air
Qatar abandoned all prudence and ducked away. Silken and woollen strings found the way to his neck.
"I said stop!"
Ryan struggled to regain in control. The scarves weren't heavy, but they were long. Another feature of things Ryan wasn't really used to controlling. He started to shake as the scarves regained their own control and hung back limp in the racks. But they had done what he had wanted.
Qatar lay gasping on the floor. Eyrien bent down. "He's going to be ok Ryan... I'm glad you only threw sandwiches at me." She smiled. Then she turned back to Qatar: "Now tell me, why were you following us?"
Qatar turned his head away from her gaze and decided to play dumb.
"Well you can just be silent until we find the nearest police officer. Are you coming Ryan? I think you'll need to come along to testify or something.
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