Weaver of Shadows

Edgar noticed her uneasiness, and walked up right next to her. He bumped her gently with his shoulder. “Hey, everything’s going to be ok. Here, if you want I can build you something to help with the noise,” he said, shooting an angry glance at Roy.

Finally, peace found, gone, not missed.

Edgar walked near Jenny, looking around. Most of the group seemed ok, even if they didn’t seem to care for him for the most part. But Roy and Aaron…he could barely stand either of them. Roy was an angry, spiteful, prideful kid with a short fuse. And Aaron was a stuck up, overconfident boy with a very inflated sense of self importance. Neither were people he wanted to be around. And he definitely wouldn’t let them hurt his friend in any way, physically or emotionally. So he watched carefully, ready to intervene. @Lunamor @RoyalBeeMage @Scars of Hathsin

“Thank you, that’s very helpful. Much more helpful than ‘take a bus’. As for the distance…well, we’ll deal with it, we have to.”

“To where?”

“So where are we even going?” Edgar asked, confused. “Have we even decided that?” @Lunamor @RoyalBeeMage @Scars of Hathsin @The Clarinetist

A choice, know right, choose wrong

The ones that smell bad and serve no purpose. There’s no such thing as bad breakfast food if it’s cooked good.

Edgar scoffed. “I’ll never trust him, don’t tell me to rely on him after what he tried to do. You were there, you saw.” He dropped the crutch. “That won’t get necessary either, I have this,” he said, raising his walking stick. “It’s better than anything you could make.”

“Not that it would be beyond you to leave someone, I know you would have left Jenny and I if you could.” @Lunamor @The Clarinetist @Scars of Hathsin

A person must ether sacrifice their significant other or lose their fourth and last living child to a terrible disease.

“Just don’t let me talk, I’m terrible with people.” He looked at Jenny, an apology in his eyes. @Lunamor

“I think that might be a good idea. Though I guess monsters are probably likely to find us wherever we go, with so many powerful demigods. We’ll need to have someone alert at watch constantly.” @The Clarinetist @RoyalBeeMage

Edgar smiled back at Jenny when he saw her. She seemed happy again, that was good. Though…it also seemed like she’d needed to talk to someone earlier, so maybe he wasn’t an awful person for what he’d said and made her say. But…maybe he was. He probably was.

“Ok, I’ll meet you there.” He went back to his cabin and grabbed the small bag he’d packed, ignoring his siblings’ whispers. He’d gotten very good at that. Then he went back to the pavilion and waited.

He smiled back at her. He didn’t deserve a friend like her, yet he had one. And he wasn’t going to be complaining any time soon. “You’re welcome. Thank you for telling me.” That sounded right, he thought.

“You can try,” he agreed. He almost said it can’t hurt, but then he remembered. The gods were bitter, angry creatures. It could hurt, but he wouldn’t let it. He would protect her, better than he had with Kylee. “Of course I won’t tell them, this can stay between us.” He was glad she had trusted him, it meant so much. He wouldn’t betray that trust. “I won’t worry that you won’t stay focused, I trust you.”

He looked back at her, thankful that free she had emotion in her eyes still, instead of that terrible blankness. But…about what she said, the gods didn’t usually approve of bringing anyone back, especially not when a demigod asked. They hadn’t brought back his brother. “Maybe,” he said, failing to keep all the skepticism from his voice.

“Of course,” he whispered. She was crying now, of course she was, it wasn’t unexpected after what she had said. But…he had no idea what to do when people cried. Actually, he didn’t really have any idea what to do in most cases with people. That was part of why he’d secluded himself. But, even with all the complications, he decided it was worth it to have a friend. Now he just needed to learn how to help her. He kept his arm around her, hoping it would help.

Edgar put a comforting arm around Jenny. Or, what he thought was a comforting arm, he wasn’t sure. “I’m so sorry,” he whispered. He hated that this had happened to her, at the reason why she’d done it. It may have, in the end, been her fault, but that didn’t mean nothing else had influenced her. He hated the gods, for what they made their children go through.

He turned back towards her. “I don’t hate you.” His voice seemed oddly choked. “I’ll listen.” She…wanted to talk? Had he done the right thing after all? No, he couldn’t be that lucky.

Edgar’s expression immediately turned to one of pain. She…she was scared of him. Because of what he’d done, what he’d made her say. He took a step back himself, then turned, hiding the tears in his eyes. He didn’t cry though, he kept his reactions mostly in check.

Edgar was angry. Not at her, but at himself. Why had he made her think she talk about this, it obviously hurt her. And he still didn’t know what to say! Did he tell her it wasn’t her fault? Well, maybe it was. Did he tell her it was ok? Was it? Instead, he still said nothing. He walked towards her, his face a mask of anger.

Edgar felt terrible. She was his friend and he was making her cry. This was obviously something she didn’t want to think about, much less talk about. He hated himself. And he didn’t know what to say, so he just stood there like an idiot.

Edgar looked her straight in the eyes, forcing himself to have the courage to say his next words. “Could it…be something with your dad?” They didn’t seem like words he’d need courage to say, but they were.