#desivy

Maybe he was meditating like his master tells him to do, or maybe he was reflecting on the past. Perhaps he was troubled and wanted some time alone to think, or perhaps he wanted to enjoy the scenery around him. It might stay a mystery to all but himself. A cloud covered his head as his feet carried him around the building.

“Amyr?” A small and soft sound brought his head up and his mind back into this world. A gentle smile spread across his lips. A small girl with a mess of orange hair peeked from behind a glass door. Her feet were smooth and bare, standing only on their toes to keep her balanced. Her brows were of worry but her mouth was of happiness. Her pale hands slid the door open more to accommodate the other’s large size. “Vito said to help with dinner.”

“You should call them Ustaaz even if you aren't speaking directly to them,” spoke the man, a strong suggestion. Amyr walked inside through the glass door but was stopped immediately from taking another step inside of the house. He looked down to the girl with a raised brow.

“Clean your feet!” Her thin finger pointed to his large dusty feet. Shuffle by shuffle his feet rid of filth from outside. He lifted up each foot to the girl for inspection. “Okay, you can come in now.”

It was cool indoors, he could feel the heat emitting off of his back. Walking to the main staircase, the girl’s feet pitter pattered the tiled floor as Amyr’s feet plopped next to them. “How was your afternoon, Bella?” his voice bounced off of the tiled floor and muffled into the wall’s tapestries. Metal clanking together mixed with the sounds of two voices exchanging thoughts echoed from downstairs. They started down the stairs before Bella replied.

“I finished that book…” she started.

“Oh? How was it?” he replied.

“Um… the ending was strange…”

“Hm…” They both paused.

“But it was good until that point…” she continued.

“Well, why not make a better ending yourself?”

“H-Huh?” she stumbled on her response almost stumbling on her feet.

Entering the kitchen, the two were greeted by a large and bright teethy smile. “Gonna help with dinner?” A young man with frizzy short blonde hair and light freckles sprayed across his sun kissed skin sat at the island bar in the middle of the kitchen. He had his large arms crossed on the counter next to a cutting board with a variety of partially cut vegetables laid across it.

“Please continue cutting, Ty,” another voice came from the person standing in front of the stove. They turned as they lifted a large metal pot to the counter. Before the pot got above their knees, Amyr lifted it for them and placed it next to Ty. “Thank you habibti,” their words like silk from lavender lips and chocolate skin. “We are making curry tonight.” Bella hurried over to the counter, hiding her delighted smile. “I can tell you are excited, Isabella.” The girl’s faced slowly turned red as if she were sunburned from embarrassment.

“Thank you, Ustaaz…” her quiet voice was muffled from under the counter.

“I already put on the rice,” Ty motioned over to point out the rice cooker on the counter behind him. He was standing now, continuing what he seemed to have paused from. “Can you make the naan, Amyr?” His smile turned into a pleading one.