The Harvester

Aaaand there it was, the one question she’d hoped they wouldn’t ask. “Nnnno? But I wudn’t meanin’ to stay fer long, so I figured nobody’d notice.” She shrugs almost sheepishly.

“Maybe I was just bein’ uneasy fer no reason. I doubt there’s anythin ‘round here besides dirt an old stuff.”

“… Yeah? You and me both.”

It didn’t help, really, only succeeding in dredging up all the feelings she swallowed so the Raiders could keep going. That only made her more bitter, angrier at herself and the order of the universe that decided it was okay to take Maya.

“She told me to be ready. Guess I let her down on that too.”

Sammy almost breathed a sigh of relief as she felt her fall halt suddenly. For a moment she thought she’d activated phaseflight and saved herself, then glanced to where the gold marked being stood. She crossed her arms in a sort of pout, gently being set down from the telepathic hold.

“I was lookin fer whoever was lookin at me.” She turned to look up at the drop, it wasn’t that fall a far, atleast for the siren’s standards, she surmised she could’ve easily caught herself. Then she turned back to Harv, raising an eyebrow herself.

“But I guess ‘whoever’ mighta just been you, huh?” She wasn’t accusing, moreso just asking out of curiousity.

“Yeah there was!” It didn’t take much to set Ava off, throwing her hands into the air furiously.

“One of those stupid Calypsos could have eaten it! Or– or– Or anyone else! What do you know about it anyway?! You weren’t even there!” Her hands fell limp at her sides again as she scowled into the distance. When she spoke again her voice betrayed her look of rage.

“It didn’t have to be Maya.”

Unexpected

James listened, taking a swig of his own drink as he took in this new information. He did however grimace a little at the mention of fostering… his little girl had a family. 

“… So you’re here cos of Hannah? And what she is?” James asked, brows furrowing, “You’re… not going to take her away… are you? She has a family here, and while we don’t know everything about her powers she’s happy here.”

After a moment, Sammy pulled away from the hug. She’d noticed the soft glow but hadn’t made any concern of it, glowing was just a normal thing for her to see nowadays.

“Ah well, business is good iffin yer business is makin arm ‘n leg replacements.” She gently nudged, a wink and a smile curling on her lips. “Granted their mostly donations to the good doc, but-“ she raised her hands with a sense of ‘who cares?’ to her. “-sides, I still got the scrap shop back home an’ Ma said she’s fine wit me workin fer her.”

“It’s been somethin, that’s fer sure.” Sammy replied, wrapping her arms around them, momentarily forgetting they weren’t human. “Aside from them remainin’ cultists and the occasional fanatic, I’ve been awful pleasant.”

She pulled away from the hug. “But I’m sure what I’ve been doin is small potatoes t’yer schedule, how ya been?”