Vivika walked slowly to the door and peered through the adjacent window. Her heart pounded loudly in her chest when she saw his dimly lit features under the porch lantern. Ryan. He was here. He had told her he never wanted to see her again and had avoided her for months now, but he was here. She had almost grown comfortable in her misery when he wouldn't acknowledge her existence if they happened across each other in town because that meant she never had to hear how much he hated her again.
Bellegere closes the book with an exasperated sigh. This is the third unsuccessful attempt to entertain her impatient cousin.
"Yeah, but then I have to get up." Amaya smirks when Bellegere grunts loudly in frustration.
"Why am I letting you stay here again?"
"Because you love me."
Bellegere smiles. "Yeah, I guess I do."
"It's seriously an oven in here." Amaya groans, getting up and prodding Bellegere to do the same. "Take me to this festival. Anything is better than cooking alive in here."
"All right! You win!" Bellegere scowls. "Now we do something that's more up my alley."
Amaya smirks. "Probably not something to brag about Belle."
"Holy shit! You look... beautiful." Bellegere snickers.
"Well, memories do need to be preserved."
"No you won't." Amaya counters with a sly smile. "You'll frame it and put it in the living room."
"I'm prepared to fight you on this."
Amaya shrugs. "It's pointless. You will find a way to hang it somewhere publicly whether I fight against it or not."
"True. Let's do this then!"
"A travelling con artist." Amaya scoffs. "Welcome to the neighborhood!"
"Quiet!" Bellegere places her hand over her cousin's mouth with a deep frown. "Don't be so loud when you're being rude. Whoever lives here might hear you."
"And do what? Put a spooky curse on us?"
"Not interested." Amaya grabs for Bellegere's arm, clearly on a mission to get away from the strange woman.
"It's free." The old woman raises her brow, accentuating the tattoo on her forehead, with a wide grin.
Bellegere pulls away from Amaya's grip. She has an uneasy feeling about the whole situation, but she also feels strangely compelled to take the woman up on her offer. "Free is always good." She smiles nervously, motioning for Amaya to come with her. Amaya, to her credit, doesn't fight Bellegere's weird compulsion and follows.
"What is your name, child?"
"Beatrice!" Amaya interrupts. "Her name is Beatrice."
Bellegere is momentarily mesmerized by the floating orb and symbols, unable to contain her amusement of the whole spectacle. Amaya, however, is obviously unnerved.
"It is clear that you both are new in town." The old woman says, breaking the silence.
"I'd be surprised if you didn't gather at least that much, seeing as you live across the street from us." Amaya points in the direction of their house with a mocking smile. "Travelling con artist, just as I said."
"No." She answers slowly.
"Oh? I see here that you were offered jobs in more populated cities, where your cooking talents would be duly appreciated, but you chose to move here. Something about this place seemed... comfortable, inviting, necessary. Do you still deny it?"
"H-how do you know that?"
"You belong here, just as your cousin does."
"You will live here though. You know that as well as I."
A tingle travels down Amaya's spine at the woman's certainty. "No I don't. What exactly are you getting at?"
"That you see things too. Things that come to pass and you are scared to your very core of it."
"Excuse me?!" Amaya stands suddenly, knocking the chair over in her anger.
Bellegere wrinkles her nose in concentration, trying to voice the many questions she has; but nothing comes out except a small gasp. Amaya takes the opportunity to grab her cousin's arm and drag her away. "Let's go." She pleads. "This woman is plainly insane."
"When you're ready, we will come." Amaya and Bellegere both hear the blind woman's words as they walk briskly back to their home; the weight of the statement causing nothing but silence between them until they reach the safety of their front yard.
"Oh. Right. Sorry." Amaya lets her limp hand fall to her side. "It's raining. We should go inside."
"Amaya... maybe we should -"
"I don't want to talk about it." The redhead interrupts. "I just want to go inside."
Amaya nods curtly, an expression of worry hidden beneath her cool gaze. "Suit yourself."
"When you're ready, we will come."
Uneventful chapter, for the most part. I just purchased about four expansions at once, so I'm still slowly discovering all the goodies they have - hence the incredibly long chapter of a seasons festival. Also, what is going on with Bellegere/Amaya's parents will be explained later in the story. In case it isn't obvious, Amaya is Niles' and Cosette's only daughter and Bellegere is Ari's (and a yet to be revealed father's) daughter.
I stole Bellegere's name from a minor character the A Song of Ice and Fire series. To be entirely honest, I'm not sure what the official pronouncement is - but I've always assumed it sounded like Bell-eh-jeer.
Side Note: The beginning of this chapter is a story that I wrote long ago. It was a pathetic attempt to write romance/drama that I gave up on. It was interesting going through and editing that piece of crap and now you all get to read and share in my embarrassment. *shrug*
Anyways, I'm glad to be back! Thanks to everyone for being so supportive and generally awesome. You all are the reason why I love and remain within the sims community. <3