Violet was sitting in the lounge room of their home, watching as Lucy paced back and fourth in front of her. Occasionally she would mutter a few words, almost like she was incapable of forming a coherent sentence, but Violet knew it was just Lucy blowing off a little steam.
Twirling a piece of curly black hair, Violet glanced a the clock. It read a little past noon. Daemon had said earlier that the evening bonfire begins at 5:30/6:00, so they still had a few hours to kill.
"Lucy, stop wearing a hole in the carpet, please." Violet snapped after a few boring minutes.
Lucy looked at her. "Sorry, I'm just a little whacked out at the moment." she started pacing again.
Pinching the bridge of her nose, Violet let out an aggravated sigh and stood. "Whatever. I'm going out for a bit, I'll be back before the Bonfire starts." she said, grabbing her jacket from the coffee table and heading to the door.
Lucy just nodded, her blue eyes glimmering with something Violet didn't understand.
This "Tree Top Hideaway" was alive with activity, despite the openness of the forest during the day. Violet walked along the rickety wooden bridges, weaving between people and heading towards the big central platform where the Bonfire will be held.
Daemon was standing by the massive pile of wood when Violet reached it. He had his arms crossed over his chest as he scowled at the teenage boy around Violet's age standing next to him, who was explaining something.
She stopped next to Daemon and looked over the boy. He was tall, not as tall as Daemon, but definitely up there. His wind-blown brown hair was messy in that just-got-out-of-bed way and his ice blue eyes sparkled in the afternoon sunlight seeping in through the canopies above. Something gleamed near his belt. Violet looked down slightly.
A silver dagger was hanging limply in its sheath.
He must be one of Daemon's guards. Violet thought skeptically.
"-Hardly, Blake. I'm surprised you and your sister even managed to enter the forest in the first place. You came from an enemy camp looking to murder us all in cold blood. How do think I'm going react?" Daemon said, his voice deadly calm.
Maybe a rogue killer, actually... Violet wrinkled her nose in distain at the thought of everyone around her dying. She'd seen enough bloodshed to last a lifetime.
"I know, but please. Give us a chance!" Blake pleaded.
Daemon snorted in derision.
"I just want my sister to be safe! If it was your sister, you'd do anything to protect her!" Blake argued,
Now it was Violet's turn to snort. "Please, Daemon would leave me home then come back get me, not that it would be of much help anyway, I do my own thing." Violet growled.
Daemon raised an eyebrow, but didn't say anything, while Blake gawked at me.
"You're his sister?"
Violet raised a perfect black eyebrow. "Well done, Sherlock." she snapped harshly.
Blake took a step back at her harsh tone. "Sorry, I-I-Didn't know."
Violet waved her hand dismissively. "Whatever. Where is your sister?"
Blake gesture over his shoulder at a small girl, about 6 years old, with soft blonde hair and warm, chocolate brown eyes. "Hope!" he called.
The little girl trotted over to them. She wrapped her skinny arms around Blake's left leg, and peeked up at Violet and Daemon from behind her brother.
Violet smiled at her. She offered a shy grin in return.
Daemon opened his mouth to speak but was cut off by a shower of flaming arrows flying overhead.