“Faker” Julian said with a shake of his head as he leaned back onto his stool and took a healthy bite out of his pastry. He could hear Atheya over there muttering to herself and congratulated himself on confusing her at the very least. Inhaling the rest of his breakfast he cradled his cup of tea in his large hands and solemnly regarded the rest of the group as they convened in the kitchen.
Sometimes he couldn’t believe that they were here, living in Italy with people who understood what it was like to born with a little something extra. They were actually providing a safe haven for the poor, unfortunates of the world, people who are just like them and needed their help. Not exactly the life Julian foresaw for himself but one that he wouldn’t give up, not without a fight.
Now that the kitchen was full and the room buzzed with plans for the day, Julian drained his cup and went for a refill. He knew of the girl Reyna and wasn’t sure if he should be the one to tag along. Julian was often described as intimidating or cold, but in his opinion everyone did in comparison to Atheya, who was the epitome of warmth and understanding. He knew it to be true when he first met her and even more so now. She always impressed him and he was pretty sure she knew it.
“Well, seems like we’ve got a prospective recruit to court. I’d say we could make it a big happy family and all go but we want her to join us not flee in terror.” Julian offered with a lopsided smirk, turning to face the others. Crossing his arms across his chest Julian leaned back against the counter and weighed the options. It seemed like an alternative plan would have to be made.
“Maybe we should split up? Theya and one or two others go and track down this girl and me and whoever’s left will head into town. We need supplies, especially if our lil family is growing.”Julian offered with a shrug, setting his tea cup near the sink.