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Why is my chest suddenly so tight? “It’s all right. You had to take care of hunting with Meda.”
“Soon, I may let her hunt alone.”
Wetting my lips, I go back to tracing the dots on the ceiling. “Kids grow up so fast.”
“She has suggested that she’ll maintain this form for a few centuries, at least.”
“What?”
A pause. “Right. Your knowledge of us is limited. Dream eaters are malleable creatures. Essentially, we are shapeshifters with very few rules and constraints. If Andromeda wanted to, she could take the form of an adult; however, she doesn’t believe she’s ready to grow up yet. She likes school.”
“And being doted on!” her little voice calls through the speaker. “Through a process of intent observation, I have learned that adults don’t get as many cuddles!”
I blink.
“Sorry,” Pollux says. “I thought she had drifted off.”
“Bamboozled again,” she murmurs. “Do the thing!”
“Please provide a more specific noun.”
“The thing with the video. Here. Let me see.”
After a few moments, a request to video chat appears. Because I can’t very well look worse than how I’ve already behaved in my dreams, I answer it.
Pollux and Andromeda fill the screen. They’re on the couch, and she’s curled up on his chest.
Grinning, she says, “Hi!”
Pollux pushes her curls out of his face and lets his lips graze her forehead. “Dear one, I was attempting to have a regular phone call.”
“This is better. More emotional clues.”
I tuck my nose beneath my blankets and adjust my volume, so I won’t accidentally wake my parents, before I say, “I thought faeries couldn’t be seen on cameras. Or heard on speakers. How does your phone work at all?”
“Willow had Cael make the correct enchantments for the cameras and speakers of this phone before giving it to us,” Pollux murmurs.
“Who is Willow if she’s ordering the prince around?” As in, an actual prince. Not just an egotistical cult leader. But, to be fair, I would be wary of someone ordering an egotistical cult leader around, too.
Pollux’s eyes close. “I believe she identifies as a threat.”
Oh, okay. I respect that.
“Anyway,” he murmurs, sleepily, “I was calling to apologize for missing out on seeing you and to request your schedule.”
“My schedule?”
“In order to identify an acceptable time for us to meet and sort through whatever questions you have.”
Chai coos and rolls over. Andromeda begins running her fingers through Pollux’s hair and making it stand straight up. I watch them for a moment. Chai purrs.
Remembering myself, I say, “School ends at three fifteen week days. Next Sunday, there’s a field trip.” My lips purse. “A field trip that I think Meda still needs a parent signature for.”
“Oops,” Andromeda says. “Did I forget to forge Willow’s for that? Let me check my things and see where I put it…” She slips out of the frame, leaving Pollux to wearily open his eyes.
He sighs. “Is forging signatures one of those things you don’t approve of?”
“Given the…situation…I’m not certain how much it matters. Exactly how self-sufficient is Meda if she can still throw tantrums hours after coordinating the construction of an entire playground palace?”
