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“Who was the world’s first carpenter?” Roque asks again.
“You don’t have to start all over!” Pebble moans.
“Well, it works best that way.” R
oque sighs. “Eve.”
“Eve?” Daxo asks.
“Because …,” Roque leads. “She made Adam’s banana stand?”
A collective moan.
“That’s just embarrassing,” Pebble says with a sigh. “Never thought I’d miss Tactus.”
Then a high-pitched whining laugh springs out of Daxo. Just like Pax. “Eve! Eve, he said. Banana stand. Ahh.” It’s like the giants have little ridiculous elves inside them just waiting to spring out and cackle. Just takes a lot of provocation.
“I think he broke Daxo,” Pebble giggles.
“Does anyone smell that?” Clown asks.
“I smell bacon,” Daxo tries. There’s a crunch as he bites into a piece.
“No,” Clown says. “Smells like a suicidal madman recently risen from the dead after conquering a planet and abandoning his friends to get himself cut to gory ribbons like a slagging fool.”
Daxo sniffs. “That’s a particular scent.”
“Oh, Darrow dear,” Clown calls. “Are you lurking behind the door?”
Mustang pushes me out awkwardly.
“You eavesdropping Pixie!” Daxo glides to his feet and pulls me into a surprisingly gentle hug. The golden angels on his bald head glitter in the morning light. “Glad to see you, my friend.”
They all greet me in turn. More hugs than I’ve ever received from Golds. Roque hugs me mechanically. A perfunctory gesture. There is still mending to be done.
I gorge myself on breakfast as my friends banter. We spend the day on the property, whiling away time in conversation and games. It’s been so long since I’ve had either that I’ve nearly forgotten how to do nothing. Mustang has to kiss my ear and tell me to relax three times before it really sticks. We’re in the library listening to music when she sees Roque out the window on the lawn. She nudges me.
“Go.”
I find Roque watching a pair of deer eat from a feeder underneath an old elm. He doesn’t turn to look at me as I sidle up next to him. It smells like fresh-cut grass. The sea somewhere over the hill.
“It makes sense this is where Mustang grew up,” I say. “It’s wild and tranquil all at once.”
“My home was in the city,” Roque says. “Though I snuck off to the country with my tutors whenever Mother was away. Which was often. She seemed to think there was nothing out here worthwhile. That the business of cities was more important than this. But this why we fight, isn’t it?”
“For land?” I ask.
“For peace, in whatever way we find it.” He turns to me. “Isn’t that why you fight?”
“Some of us weren’t born with peace,” I say, gesturing to the deer and the land. “I didn’t have this growing up. Anything I have now or will have in the future I have to earn. But you’re right. It’s why I fight, so I can have this for me and the people I care about.”
His eyes search my face. “Fair enough.”
“I want to apologize to you, Roque.”
“Oh?”
“Since the Academy, I’ve kept you at arm’s length. I’ve taken you for granted. I shouldn’t have done that. Not when you’ve always been so kind to me.”
