Carol and Wyppet get into a fight because Wyppet says a slur.
cw: violence / r slur
‘What’s your problem, Wyppet?’ Carol asked with an angry snort.
‘You’re too good for him!’ Wyppet replied.
‘Excuse me?’ Carol gasped. ‘He is the funniest— the sweetest— The most kind-hearted person I have ever met!’
‘There’s something wrong with him, Carol!’ said Wyppet. ‘And you’re the smartest person I know! You speak five languages, for Scara’s sake! You can’t stay with him!’
‘Why not?’ Carol snapped.
‘Because he’s not on your level,’ Wyppet sighed loudly. ‘You’re never going to have an intellectual conversation with him! He’s an idiot, Carol!’
‘Shut up!’ Carol exclaimed.
‘It’s the truth, Carol!’
‘I said shut the fuck up!’ Carol hissed, jumping to her feet. ‘Don’t you dare talk about him like that!’
‘Why not?’ Wyppet growled back, standing and glaring at Carol. ‘It’s true! He’s the dumbest person I’ve ever met! You deserve better than a retard boyfriend!’
Geoff dropped the tray of drinks and the girls turned to the door, finally realising he’d returned.
Paling, Wyppet looked away and began to stammer an apology. ‘Geoff, I— I didn’t mean—‘
‘—I know I am not smart,’ he interrupted. ‘My head does not think properly, and I do not learn like normal. I know. I have known since my head hit rock and all my thoughts came loose. Everyone has known. You are not the first to use that word on me, but … you are the first to act as a friend and then call me ababhi when you think I cannot hear. Why? Why would you say this? Why have you lied to me? I do not understand why you would hate me for my head!’
‘That’s not what I meant,’ Wyppet stammered. ‘I just meant that—’
‘—But you said it,’ Geoff whispered, his voice breaking as his tears escaped his eyes and streamed down his cheeks. ‘You said it! Kaka mia mal sasao! Kaka mia— You said it!’
‘Geoff! Geoff, come back!’
Geoff barely heard Carol call after him as he rushed away. He leapt down the stairs, catching air with his wings to slow his fall— then collided with Warner.
Food spilled across the hallway floor as Warner dropped his plate and stumbled against the front door.
For a moment the two were stunned, then Geoff pushed off Warner and turned to the lounge. He was at the open window before Warner grabbed him from behind and wrestled him onto the couch.
‘Geoff! What happened?’ Warner exclaimed, pulling him onto the floor and holding him tightly. ‘What’s wrong?’
Carol’s heavy footsteps sounded down the stairs as she rushed after Geoff. She slipped on the last step and crashed into the door. Barely noticing that she’d shattered the decorative glass she turned and ran to Geoff, throwing her arms around him and burying her face in his hair.
‘Geoff! Geoff it’s okay!’ she gasped. ‘It’s okay! It’s okay!’
‘No! No it is not!’ Geoff shook his head and struggled in Warner’s grasp. ‘It is not okay! It is not okay!’
‘Geoff,’ Wyppet mumbled from the hall. ‘Geoff, I didn’t mean—’
‘—Get out!’ Carol interrupted.
‘—I SAID GET OUT!’ shrieking, Carol leapt to her feet and advanced on her friend. She grabbed the closest thing to her and threw it. ‘GET OUT! GET OUT GET OUT GET OUT!’
Wyppet barely managed to avoid the wine bottle as it flew past her head; and the glass cup that followed hit her in the shoulder and shattered. With a cry of pain and another cup hitting its mark, she stumbled out the door and disappeared down the street.
‘I HATE YOU!’ Carol let out a shriek as she slammed the front door— And gave another as it bounced open. She slammed it again and again until the last panel shattered, then she kicked it and swore, and slammed it again. ‘I HATE YOU I HATE YOU I HATE YOU!’
Then she went quiet, and slowly stumbled back to the boys.
Geoff sobbed as she pulled him into a hug. He tried to pull away when his makeup smeared into her shirt, but she pulled him back and kissed his cheek over and over.
‘I am— I— Not a— Am not—’ he choked on his words before finally managing to take a breath and crying loudly. ‘I am sorry I am ababhi! I am sorry! You deserve better than ababhi!’
‘No!’ Carol put her forehead against his and looked him in the eye. ‘You’re the most I could ever want. Ever. Nothing could ever, ever change that.’
‘Hey, no, Richard can be strict,’ Dale replied. ‘Example: I kept telling Gav not to put his stuff in the walkway. So many times! And still, there it was, in the middle of the hall. Then Dick comes over, and POOF! Gone as if by magic! I don’t know what he said to the kid, but it worked.’
‘Probably “please”,’ Anna piped up. ‘Always works for me.’
Talia shook her head as a loud slurp followed, and Dale peaked in the rear view mirror to catch a glimpse of Anna meeting his eye as she drank her frozen cola.
‘You’re special though,’ he retorted. ‘Gav knows you’ll tell on him if he misbehaves.’
‘What, and you wouldn’t tell me?’ Talia scoffed.
‘I mean, depends on what he did and if he blackmailed me into not telling!’ Dale joked. ‘That kid knows how to dig up dirt.’
‘Ooh, boy, does he ever!’ Trish responded. ‘Big feel though. I don’t report anything back unless I have to.’
‘I can’t believe I let you two watch him,’ Talia rolled her eyes. ‘Well, congratulations. I certainly feel better about him being with Richard now. Not so much about ever leaving him with either of you two again!’
Anna’s next slurp was comically loud, and her shit-eating grin told Dale it was deliberately so. Then her eyes widened. ‘Oh, wow. That’s your house, Dale?’
‘I hope Centy’s doing alright with her,’ Liamara mumbled. ‘I hope she’s not too hard to handle.’
‘Centela loves her,’ Geoff said gently.
‘Good. She deserves that,’ Liamara sighed and rolled over. ‘I’m glad that she can get it from someone.’
‘Why not from you?’ Geoff asked.
‘It’s hard,’ Liamara rolled back to look at him. ‘Whenever I look at her I see. …’
‘You said he was nobody important.’
Liamara sat up. ‘Doesn’t mean it doesn’t hurt to think about it.’
Geoff hugged her. She hugged back so tight it hurt.
‘If we ever do go back to Heck’ne, point at him and tell me who he is,’ Geoff mumbled. ‘I will break his neck for you.’
‘Thanks, Geoff,’ she sniffed into his shoulder. ‘You’re the best.’
Mingan and Centela reunite, first draft
‘Centy...’ Mingan looked like she couldn’t decide whether to laugh or cry. ‘I didn’t believe a word Linzor said.’
‘He was clearly having a breakdown,’ she stated so matter-of-factly it made Centela blush.
‘And what I said... about...’
‘Do you love me, Centy?’
‘Do you love me?’
‘Yes. Yes of course I love you— How could I not?’
She put her hand on his, and smiled warmly. ‘Then it’s okay. You’ve never lied to me— Only kept secrets. And remember that I said it was okay? That you were allowed your secrets?’
‘I do,’ his shoulders dropped, and he seemed to relax. ‘But I still feel... I still feel guilty.’
‘I know,’ she said, gently. Then she took a deep breath, and sat up straight. ‘Centy... I think you should stop keeping secrets. At least from me. Is that okay? I know it’s hard, and scary, but no more secrets.’
Centela nodded. ‘No more fear. I like the sound of that.’
Dale slammed the breaks on the car, stopping in the middle of the quiet road. ‘Where did you learn that!’
‘Trish said it while babysitting me,’ Gavin beamed. ‘She gave me five dollars not to tell mum.’
Finished maps for Demrefor (reuploaded because waterfall... did something weird when I tried to fix an error)
Basic // Land Sentient Territories // Seasons
Maps I still need to do:
International Political Influence
Original Carra'Jor Map by Echo
Incorrectly made Torat Map
Ocean Sentient Territories
‘What was it you used to call me?’ she asked, a tired sigh making her seem smaller. ‘I can’t remember.’
‘Honeysuckle,’ Taldurl’s voice was scarcely a whisper as he pressed against his wife, his lips almost touching her neck. ‘It was honeysuckle.’
From Ka'harja's Journey, chapter 6
‘She’ll be fine,’ said Distro. She began to stretch as Dena dried and dressed herself.
‘You gonna get dressed?’ Ka’harja scoffed. ‘Or at least dry off?’
‘Nah, I’m alright!’ Distro grinned, starting back towards the camp. ‘I’ll just drip-dry.’
Ka’harja watched the two mothers leave with Little Demon. They talked happily between themselves; like old friends who’d known each other for years. Ka’harja felt almost jealous that Dena and his mother had bonded so quickly in the past month. Especially when he considered the cold looks Dena gave him.
He shook his head. It wasn’t Dena’s fault; she’d lived with Kay’oten for … who knows how long? He could only imagine what she saw when she looked at him. He thought it must be for her like it was for him when he was young, and first saw himself in a mirror. … That horrible, familiar face that wasn’t quite his parents’ but close enough to make him sick.
He sighed. He just had to be patient with Dena until she saw him as himself, and not a reminder of the Heck’ne.
‘That’s not fair,’ Stars mumbled, swimming up next to Ka’harja. ‘Everyone gets to be naked except for me.’
‘You’re naked now,’ he pointed out.
These guys are rarely seen; they're a Mystic race native to Bia Boralis and are the reason Sentients don't travel past the edge of that continent. They're not violent; just not social with other races & don't often allow them on their land.
I've actually wanted to put these guys in for a while in the outer territories, but with the map redraw I might as well give them some concept art!