Of Threadsister and Threadhearts
*shout out to Melody for thinking of a proper title!
Summary: a threadsisters reunion, with Leopold wanting to talk about Aeduan but not getting any breathing space because Iseult has decided that she does not. Spoilers for Bloodwitch!
Iseult had spent hours imagining what her threadsister might say when they met again. But not one of her fantasies prepared her for Safi’s companions.
Iseult didn’t really pay them any attention at first, too excited to have her threadsister by her side again. She did take note of Safi’s nervous glances, though. The strange trio composed of two men and a woman, and their threads were like none she’d ever seen before.
Leopold and Owl emerged from their hiding spot shortly after Safi let out a not-so-subtle and anything but quiet sound of joy. Leopold and Safi had their own little reunion, though Iseult was satisfied to say that he got less excitement than she did. Her companions, however, greeted him as well. With proper titles no less. It seemed like she was the only one who didn’t know what the Cartorran prince looked like. Or maybe they were Cartorrans as well, perhaps involved with Safi’s uncle.
Thank the Moon Mother, Safi didn’t say anything about Owl. She just raised her eyebrow at Iseult, in such a way that she knew exactly what her threadsister wanted to say. Iseult tried to give a dismissing look, but her face was about as expressive as a rock. That was the only thing years of threadwitchery training gave her; Not the abilities Gretchya and Alma had, just uncomfortable faces. Iseult mouthed ‘later’, seeing no other option.
Owl’s threads caught her eye. There was a dozen colors mixed, lime green curiosity and tan confusion amongst others. Iseult was glad to see that Owl wasn’t afraid. The girl kept unusually calm in front of strangers, and Iseult didn’t know if it was because of her newfound respect for the threadwitch, or because she truly had nothing to say.
“Weasels’ piss, how did you two even meet?”, Safi asked. The question was directed at both Iseult and Leopold, but Iseult found that her threadsister was mainly looking at her.
“We-”, Leopold said. He was about to answer the question, but Iseult wasn’t quite ready to talk about Aeduan yet.
“Want to hear your story first!”
Safi raised her eyebrows again, but gave in. She started her story from their separation in Lejna. Of course, Safi being Safi, she put an unnecessary emphasis on how 'outrageously boring’ the time abroad Empress Vaness’ ship was. And then, after the attack, Safi hesitated to continue.
The supposedly Cartorran woman Iseult didn’t know rolled her eyes. “I belive she meant they wanted to hear the story today, domna”.
“I’m just looking for words to explain the absolute joy I felt when I was kidnapped by you three, thank you very much”, Safi shot back. She must have seen the disbelief on Iseult and Leopold’s faces, because right after that she said: “oh, it’s alright, it’s not like they were capable of harming us much”.
One of the men coughed loudly. “I remember someone saying I ruined her life, though”.
“And I remember Lev saying you should shut up, and that advice is worth gold”.
The banter continued as Safi and her apparently former kidnappers referenced happenings from their journey.
Iseult wasn’t sure she heard the kidnapping thing very well. Safi and the strange trio were all too comfortable with each other for it to be true.
Leopold was chuckling at their conversation. “Is this a daily occurrence?”, he asked.
“It’s more like a whenever-either-of-them-breathes occurrence”, the woman, who Iseult guessed was Lev, said, again rolling her eyes.
Iseult wasn’t surprised; her threadsister picked fights with everything that could respond, or, if she hit her toe hard enough, the furniture as well. Iseult was never on the fire zone of her anger, but if she found out about Aeduan… well, there was no saying what Safi would do. He had chased and almost killed them. But Iseult forgave him long ago, and she hoped Safi would too…
Still, Iseult decided she just wouldn’t tell her right away. Or ever.
She couldn’t talk about Aeduan. Not then. Not after the origin well. Not with Safi, who looked like she couldn’t be happier. Well, she might have been a little bit displeased because she turned around with an offended look on her face.
“-I am absolutely not. Iz, am I 'obviously a domna’?”, Safi asked.
“I do not know what that means”.
“Just say no!”
“That’s cheating”, the man protested.
“Says the one who stole my life savings!”. Then Safi realized what she said and turned to look at Iseult with a smile that was most likely supposed to be innocent but instead was anything but. So that was the Chiseled Cheater.
There was an uncomfortable silence before Leopold started laughing. “This is truly too good. You both-”
“Forgave the man who ruined our lives!”, Iseult said rather loudly. “I trust Safi’s judgment”, she said as a way of explanation. Before anyone could voice their confusion, Iseult added: “and what about your other… friends?”
Safi frowned. Moon Mother, Iseult didn’t think about her truthwitchery at all. “You do know that I-”
“That you can’t introduce them when they’re present because it’s impolite? Of course, I’m so inconsiderate. What are your names?”
The woman laughed. “I’m Lev, that’s Zander. I suppose you already know Caden”.
Safi was still frowning. “I don’t remember you being this… friendly, Iz”, she said. Iseult knew she was probably done for. She never hoped to fool Safi, just to avoid the inevitable for a little while.
Leopold chuckled. “Friendly? Who wouldn’t be when traveling-”.
“Through Tirla! The people are so pleasant, it’s hard not to like them”.