"She loves to be around books, and writing," she was saying. "Celestyn can't really cook well, only enough for it to be edible, but-"
"Not quite tasty, I noticed," he smirked.
"Stop laughing at your cousin!" Meara reprimanded before resuming to her thinking. "Oh! And she also has this way of becoming cold and calm when you annoy her, but hits back quite well when it comes to words."
"Tell me about it..."
"Celestyn can be generous to a fault, even to the point of sacrificing her relationship with other people just to protect them. I had to constantly remind her that I was going to stand by her through thick or thin. So make sure she doesn't do that again, ok?"
"Hey! I'm family, so even if she pushes me away, I'm still connected to her!"
"Good!" Meara emphasized with a nod of her head, before putting her finger to her lips again. "Was there anything I missed...?"
A tap from the shoulder made her turn around and found herself facing a very amused young man.
"You've been quite talkative these days, haven't you?" Onyx asked, smiling.
Zack raised an eyebrow. "So this is the famous Onyx Dremischee I've been hearing about," he grinned, extending his hand. "Zachary Farnham, cousin of Celestyn. It's good to meet you. I've heard about your... skills at making this young one here all a-flutter."
Meara felt her cheeks heat as she cried, "Zack!"
Onyx returned the handshake. "I guess there's no need to introduce myself. I doubt the 'famous' part though. And yes, I seem to have acquired the skill you're talking about," he said playing along with the other man's joke.
She stood there between the men, coloring a little bit more.
"Well, I'm glad my cousin thinks she's leaving her friend in good hands. And I couldn't agree more," Zack replied as he ruffled Meara's hair again. "Don't you have anywhere else to go?"
Sticking her tongue out at him, Meara pushed back the wayward strands. "I will eventually if you don't stop treating me like a child."
"Oh she is a child. She treats me like a sob-pillow most of the time. Very cute, I tell you," Onyx teased along.
A scowl litted over her pretty face, but grinned afterwards as a feeling of endearment washed over her. Meara turned back to Zack. "One more thing you have to know about Celestyn."
"What?" Zack reeled back as the girl who was nearly half his size pointed a finger to his nose. Charming and fiery, he thought to himself, grinning.
Meara gave him a warning look with her eyes, while grinning in amusement. "She's a matchmaker. So if you want to get somewhere with Ariadne..."
"H-Hey! What does this have to do with me?!"
"Nothing!" Meara straightened, her smile almost angelic.
"You're as bad as my cousin..."
Onyx chuckled at Meara's statement. "Well, you know what they say, 'birds of the same feather'..." he wasn't able to continue because Meara went pouting at him. He laughed.
"But I didn't know. That you seem to have a good lady too, Farnham." he remarked.
Meara scowled again. "No wonder Kierlan calls you the 'lord of the dense'."
Onyx felt very amused and relaxed with the whole conversation. It's not everyday that I get to have this.. he thought, while watching Meara 'interrogate' the clueless Zack.
"So, are you going somewhere today?" he asked out loud.
Meara turned to Onyx and shook her head. "I've just had lunch at Kierlan's home, and I have finished packing."
"I better get back to the Casthamor place before Kierlan has my hide for making his 'little sister' talk too much," Zack snickered. "I'll leave her in your capable hands, Dremischee."
Onyx raised an eyebrow. "Oh...you might be scolded. Casthamor tends to go suspicious of everything.." he said, emphasizing the last part. The two men laughed as if sharing a private joke.
"Come, little sister, let's yonder off. I'd like to have your company for the afternoon," he invited extending a hand.
"We'll see you soon," Zack called as she left with him.
"Take good care of Celestyn!"
"You can count on it!"
"And stop being dense! Don't want to make Ariadne wait too long!" Meara couldn't resist adding. She laughed as his sputtering response indicated his surprise and to avoid another retort, she prodded Onyx to go a little faster as she began to run.
Onyx ran along with her. "What was that all about? Is he having some problem with the woman you're talking about?"
Meara giggled as they both came to a stop. "N-No, he's just a little slow in making headway with her when it's so obvious that they like each other."
Onyx's eyes widened. "Why do I feel like I've heard that situation from around here before...?" he teased.
"W-Well!" she felt all the blood rush to her face again, but with the way he was looking at her, she couldn't tear her gaze from him.
Onyx chuckled. "Farnham is right. I do have that skill he's talking about!"
The young man gave a small laugh once again. "Come on..let's stroll around the town. For the last time," he added.