October 9th, 2015 | Published in Dragon Wars
â€œKaz did say that you’re some sort of relative,â€ Lydia said. â€œAnd I’m pleased to meet you as well.â€ She looked up the Doncaster Belle’s poster above the bed. â€œYou like football?â€
â€œI like sport,â€ Maggiee said. â€œBut I’m especially fond of football. What about you? I mean Kaz never told me that she had a sister and certainly not that she’s a dragon.â€
â€œI wasn’t until yesterday,â€ Lydia said.
â€œHair. Dry. Wait.â€ Karen said.
Maggie rolled her eyes at Karen before turning back to Lydia. â€œOkay, leaving aside the dragon thing until Kaz has stopped being vain, tell me about yourself.â€
â€œWe’ll be waiting a while, then,â€ Lydia said. â€œApart from that, I’m the same age as Kaz, obviously, and I’m pyrokinetic and enjoy orienteering, wilderness survival and netball.â€
â€œNetball!â€ Maggie sat on the edge of the bed. â€œI love netball. I play Goal Attack. You?â€
â€œCenter,â€ Lydia said.
â€œIf you’re coming to school here you should try out for the Morgan team,â€ she said.
â€œNot a bad idea,â€ Karen said. â€œRini is mediocre at best. Even I can see that and I’m awful at netball.â€
â€œShe’d be better as a Wing Attack,â€ Maggie agreed. â€œAre you done with your hair yet, Kaz? I’m itching to know what’s going on and it looks dry to me.â€
â€œNot quite.â€ Karen put down the hair dryer and smoothed some sort of serum over her hair before fussing at it with a brush for a few moments. Finally she turned around and nodded. â€œOkay, I’m done now.â€
â€œFinally! Now please tell me what’s going on. I mean I heard about where dragons come from but…â€ She trailed off and met Lydia’s eyes. â€œObviously something drastic happened to you in the last few days.â€
â€œDrastic is a good word for it,â€ Lydia said. She took a breath then explained what had happened.
By the time she finished, Maggie was staring at her in horror. â€œOh, sweet heaven,â€ she whispered. â€œWhat sort of a war have we got ourselves into? Can we really win this?â€
â€œI don’t know,â€ Karen said. â€œBut they’re the ones who started it. We have no choice but to try.â€
Maggie took a shaky breath. â€œTrue enough. W-what can I do to help?â€
â€œYour spatial affinity will be useful in moving extraction teams around, Maggie,â€ Karen said. â€œThat’s really important at the moment. And if it does come to fighting, we’ll need you to use both it and your water primary in combat.â€
â€œI can do that,â€ she agreed. â€œI’m trained for it, but I don’t relish the thought.â€
â€œI don’t blame you, Maggie,â€ Matthias said from the door. â€œI’d be worried if you did. The thought of fighting is not a thing to be relished. Now why don’t you come downstairs, girls? I’m making hot chocolate for everyone.â€
Lydia immediately leapt to her feet and headed for the door with Karen right behind her. Maggie rose more slowly and she still looked pallid and unhappy.
â€œI don’t think even your hot chocolate is awesome enough to fix this mess, Uncle Matt.â€
â€œI know,â€ he said. â€œBut it’s still comforting and it tastes good while we’re thinking about what will.â€
Maggie gave a weak smile at that, then followed them from the room.
Sure enough, there was a large gathering in the lounge. Not just their family but Kyle’s grandparents, all the Lavernes, Faith Silver and a few other people Lydia didn’t recognise were there. All the seats were already taken and some beanbags had appeared, no doubt teleported in by someone. As Lydia flopped onto one, her father reappeared with a tray of mugs and began to hand them out to people. â€œOkay, as soon as we’re all settled we can start talking.â€