We wiped their memories. Corsel said it wasn't time for everyone to know who I was, not yet. We fed them a mixture of herbs that put them to sleep immediately. I used my powers to transport them all downstairs to their bunks, and when they awoke they did not remember anything from the time they got on the boat to when they woke.
By then we were in port and they exited the boat, but not before applauding the confounded capitain on his exemplary sailing.
I was overjoyed when I woke up from fainting to find Miki licking my nose. I was relieved that he was okay from the perilious journey.
Corsel retreived our bags from the storage area and we departed, Miki at my heels.
This new world was amazing. The buildings were puncturing the sky, the streets made of some black material instead of dirt. The people dressed funny to me, but from the way they looked at me I knew they thought I looked funny also. There were men and women on bicycles and motorized scooters riding in the street, squeezing in between the walkers. I saw large, shiny cars in the distance, zooming on another black road.
"Where are we going?" I asked Corsel, who was steadily walking with two bags in each hand. I felt bad, my one bag filling up my arms.
"I already have a ride prepared for us," he said and nodded. I looked in that direction to see a sturdy yellow car parked in the street, a man standing outside with a piece of paper in his hand that said Corsel Amontiallo.
"Is that man waiting for us?" I asked. He kept a straight face when he nodded, but I saw the smile in his eyes. I scoffed in disbelief.
When we came to the car I reached out and touched the gleaming paint. It was smooth under my fingers and the sun bounced off the polish and reflected into the eyes. I looked away to see the man with the paper staring at me, his eyebrows arched and mouth in a frown. I quickly retracted my hand and took a step back. Corsel opened the door and slid in, then took my bag and placed it next to him. I was about to follow him when I heard "Hey you, wait!". Recognizing the voice I turned around and glared. The boy who was on the boat was running across the street, his hand out and waving to me.
When he reached the car he was taking deep breaths and his face was flushed, but he smiled at me. "Wow, you're pretty hard to track down." I didn't know what to say.
"Oh, okay," I replied, but it sounded more like a question. He smiled again and stood up straight, no longer taking ragged breaths.
"Listen," he started, leaning closer. I leaned away. "Could I talk to you for a minute?" I stared at his face for a moment, which wasn't so red anymore, then ducked in the car.
"A minute, Corsel?" He looked up from petting Miki, who was on his lap, glanced from me to the boy, and frowned, but nodded slowly. I closed the door behind me and walked around the car to the lighter colored sidewalk as another shining car whizzed past.
"So, what's your name?" The boy asked with an impish smile. I took a deep breath. Though I appreciated what he had done on the boat, I could have handled it myself. I know I could have if he hadn't gotten in the way.
"My name is Aellae and if this is only small talk I really have much more to do. So if you don't mind..." I ended the conversation and headed back to the car. But he caught my forearm and stopped me, saying "Hold on!" I heard the handle to the car click and Corsel started emerging from the car with a flaming expression.
"I can handle it!" I said angrily, and he melted into the car, his face still furious. I didn't mean to yell at him, but he needed to let me take care of this by myself. Noticing my arm was still being held I whipped it out of his grip and glared at him.
He looked slightly surprised by my strength, but he kept it secret.
"Please, just a minute. Walk with me."