The sea is restless and uneasy

❝ Just a trip, ❞ she replies curtly, green-grey swirls lifting momentarily to rest on Chloe as she takes a sip from her own shiny tumbler. ❝ It’s not my fault you don’t have appropriate clothing. Besides rummaging through your stuff would’ve taken too much time. ❞ She says this as if it’s the most natural thing in the world. Most people would find the flippant way in which she dismisses Chloe’s store of clothes insulting, and to a large degree it is, but then again, this is Violet Merchant. 

They stop at a runway, the cold morning air whipping their faces as they exit the vehicle and are escorted towards the waiting jet. ❝ Mr Carlowe is unavailable on short notice ma’am, ❞ one of the attendant informs Violet slightly nervously. ❝ We found you someone else, but he is young. Freshly out of the league, 9 flights under his belt. ❞ 

❝ …. Thanks? So there’s no problem with us leaving, right now — right? ❞ If this information worries Violet at all — which it doesn’t, her features are an open book. 

Chloe followed along like a shadow, observing the exchange and putting some pieces together. When they boarded the plane, Chloe huffed and glared at Violet for a few seconds. 

“We’re flying somewhere with an inexperienced pilot and you won’t tell me where. Can you at least tell me if we’re headed straight for my funeral?” Truthfully, she didn’t care. Any trip with Violet was bound to be fun, and she could use the time away. But she didn’t want to admit to that just yet.

She’s already sweeping past the large sliding door. No rest for the Merchants, really. ❝ I’m leaving you! ❞ she calls as nimble feet track down the stairs swiftly. 

It’s difficult to get much out of Violet in the elevator, answering emails on her phone, endlessly, she barely responds to the next barrage of questions or anecdotes now rolling out of Chloe’s mouth. Truth be told she wouldn’t be able to tell you if Chloe had actually been speaking or if it had just been the news blaring from the mini-screen in the elevator.

 It becomes apparent as they get into the SUV that this is yet another one of Violet Merchant’s impulse decisions, that the staff are quite used to at this point. 

❝ Oh coffee, ❞ is all she says absent-mindedly as she hands Chloe a travel tumbler  full of the stuff.  

After realizing Violet was completely elsewhere, she continued to just speak her thoughts out loud until they got in the SUV and she was handed the caffeine.  “Thanks,” she took it gratefully and drank about half right away. The vehicle pulled away and she tried to see where they were going, but she had no idea.  “You’re not answering me, where are we going? And why is my stuff not good enough?”

❝ God are you fairytale people always this slow, ❞ answering  the  young  brunette would be pointless, since she’s already  strutting out of the room.    ❝ Be in B3 in 3, or I’m LEAVING  without you. ❞

With a few movements and some artful magic, Chloe was ready in a few seconds. “All right, all right, I’m ready. Where exactly are we going? I trust you way too much,” she muttered the last sentence with a sleepy shake of her head.

❝ Have you heard a word I’ve been saying? I don’t have time for this!  I said I packed you a bag, not packed you your stuff. Do you have any  idea how much money people would pay to have Violet Merchant pack  them a bag? I did it for free I’m practically Mother Teresa right now. ❞  

& then she finally looks up from her emails.

 ❝ What are you still doing there?!        is that drool?❞

A groan escaped her lips. “I’m up, I’m up.”

❝ I booked you a ticket, packed you a bag,  come on, come on, come on, no time to  waste lets go. By no time to waste I mean  my time, like do you know how expensive  that is? — you literally can’t afford it. ❞

“Je ne veux pas manquer de respect, mais ce charme ne vais pas de bon augure dans ce cas. L'occupant n'a pas de sens de l'humour.”

“You are fortunate that she is not. Only Violet can enter in her absence, and even that lays in context.”

❝ She has been very generous, I feel bad for imposing.  I do wish you hadn’t left so suddenly, but … we’ve been  through so much, you deserved to have your own time.  ❞

❝ How was home? ❞

“Well I didn’t like to broadcast it, but I helped her family a lot back then. I appreciate it though, I think it helped me clear my head a lot.”

“Si vous tenez à votre vie , vous ne serez pas en train de danser dans cette salle.”

“Ms Storm will not be pleased.”

“Toutes les salles devraient etre pour danser!”

❝ I’ve missed you. ❞

Chloe is upset there’s no daughter of Ursula ok.