3.24 The Date II


    “I’m the youngest,” Rosalie said. “Charlotte is two years older, and Elodie, four.”


    They had made their way from the guild and were well on their way toward Zoey’s chosen park. It was a beautiful day out; Zoey couldn’t have asked for better. She and Rosalie were crossing one of the many stretching bridges that connected the gargantuan trees that acted as structural supports for the city. Each enormous trunk had rings of scaffolding encircling it, where denizens took up residence or operated businesses.


    Zoey had memorized the way. It would be four bridges before they arrived to the park, one of the few structures built on a tree without a canopy: where the sun would shine down without being blocked by a mountain of branches and leaves. The shade was nice in normal circumstances, but it would obviously kill the vibe of a park. How one of the titanic trees had been stripped of its leaves, Zoey had no idea. Probably, it’d died some years ago—centuries—and simply remained standing. How could a tree of that size copse?


    “You know,” Zoey said. “You <em>did </em>strike me as a youngest child.”


    “I did?”


    “It’s your blushing innocence, I think.”


    “<em>Blushing innocence</em>?”


    “Though, you’ve started to change my mind on that front. With how often you’re trying to seduce me, and everything.”


    “<em>I</em><em>’m </em>the one seducing <em>you</em>?” Rosalie shook her head, exasperated, realizing she was being teased. “Stop goading me. As I was saying, Elodie is the oldest.” Rosalie considered her next words. “She’s always been … adventurous, and determined, but not in a good way. She’s unreliable. She seeks thrill for the fun of it. I wouldn’t be surprised if she wasn’t in Mantle when we arrive, even. You might not get an opportunity to meet her. She might be out hunting.”


    “Unreliable?” Zoey asked. It was an unexpected description for someone of Rosalie’s family. “You know, I kind of figured your sisters would be … older clones of you, I guess.”


    Rosalie raised her eyebrows at Zoey, and Zoeyughed.


    And also, Rosalie having turned toward her, Zoey was struck for the tenth or twentieth time in as many minutes by her appearance: her tinum blonde hair done up in a pony tail and her bright red lipstick. Rosalie was gorgeous when sweaty and covered in grime, having hacked her way through droves of monsters. When she <em>tried </em>to be pretty? She could stop Zoey’s heart just by looking her way.


    “Well,” Rosalie said, looking back forward, not noticing Zoey’s brief crisis. “It’s a half correct assumption, I suppose, but not in the way you mean. The three of us look shockingly simr.”


    “You do?”


    “And you better not be thinking what I think you are, about that.”


    “Just that your mom must have strong genes,” Zoey replied. But two Rosalie look-alikes … she wondered <em>how </em>simr. That would be, uh, quite the sight.


    Rosalie side-eyed Zoey. Zoey paused, knowing by Rosalie’s expression that she’d said something odd. But what? A secondter, Zoey realized. Or, had a guess. ‘Genes’. That wasn’t a word regr folk knew, was it?


    Earlier today, Maddy had asked Zoey if she had a schrly background for using the word ‘exponential’. Zoey was too free with how she spoke, wasn’t she? Though, with Rosalie, Zoey didn’t care if she slipped up. She hadn’t decided if she was going to tell her the full truth of her circumstances, but if she did, then slip-ups like these would make the eventual exnation more reasonable.


    “I suppose she must have,” Rosalie agreed, brushing past it. The reaction confirmed in Zoey’s head that this hadn’t been the first time Rosalie had gleaned something from the way Zoey spoke. “Anyway, Elodie is tallest by a full hand, and Charlotte keeps her hair short, these days. I doubt you’ll be mistaking us.” She eyed Zoey again, emphasizing, <em>you better not, at least.</em>


    And yeah, Zoey would obviously be ying that whole situation very, very carefully. “Elodie’s adventurous, you said?”


    “It’s the reason she isn’t the family heiress. She’s outstandinglypetent, but distractible and prone to … unproductive pursuits.”


    “Like what?”


    “The arts. Adventure, for adventure’s sake rather than advancement.” Rosalie’s nose wrinkled. “Men.”


    So, normal things for a young woman to be interested in. Hobbies and romance. Four years older than Rosalie, Elodie would be twenty-two. “Sounds like she’s just living life. That’s so bad?”


    It seemed Zoey had stepped in it, because Rosalie frowned at her, then went quiet. Zoey itched to smooth the question over, but it was, ultimately, a goal of Zoey’s: she didn’t want to <em>change </em>Rosalie, but she did want to confront her in some small way… to make sure she was happy with the breakneck pace she set for herself, and the mountains of responsibility apparently loaded onto her shoulders.


    “It’s not bad,” Rosalie finally said. “Perhaps Elodie … and I, for that matter,” she emphasized, “can take time off for less practical interests, but ultimately, we have responsibilities. Elodie takes it to excess.”


    Rosalie had, of course, seen through Zoey’s question, had seen the real intent behind it. She reminded herself that Rosalie was a politician, or had, at a minimum, grown among them. She had called the ce she’d been raised in the ‘Highreach Court’. Zoey’s clumsy nudging would be seen through every time. Or, maybe not every time—Rosalie did seem to have blind spots—but this asion, at least, she had.


    “They’re wayfarers, right?”


    “Indeed.”


    “And Charlotte? What’s she like? Is she the ‘heiress’, being second oldest?”


    Rosalie’s lips pursed. “She was.”


    “Was?”


    Rosalie’s shoulders hunched forward, and there was a hint of bitterness when she replied. “Charlotte had the dedication, but shecked the talent. That was my father’s perspective, at least.”


    Ah. Zoey could tell in a nce this was a topic they shouldn’t go down. Rosalie had … what, taken her older sister’s ce as primary inheritor? She wanted to learn more about Rosalie, but not at the expense of souring the mood.


    But still. That meant Rosalie, despite being the youngest, was the family heiress? It made sense, honestly. The way Rosalie acted suggested it. Zoey wasn’t surprised at all.


    “I’d talk about my family if I could,” Zoey said. “But I can’t, really. Some stuff is starting to trickle back, but not the specifics. Hazy pictures.” She chewed her lip, then offered, “I think I had a brother?”


    Rosalie nced at her, concerned.


    Zoey shrugged to dismiss the worry. “You don’t have to tiptoe. The memory stuff is … unfortunate … but I guess I’ming to terms with it.”


    She did, at least, have a guarantee from Ephy that once ‘her purpose had been aplished’, her memories would be returned. Or, Ephy hadn’t specified exactly when, had she? Not ‘when Zoey finished saving the world’, just a vague ‘eventually’. Would her memories continue to solidify, passively, as they had been the past week? Until she remembered everything?


    Zoey wished she could get that troublesome goddess into a room. She could use some rification on her circumstances. For that matter, she didn’t know <em>what </em>she was saving the world from. The only hint had been her date with Delta, that brief discussion of how the Fractures were ‘decaying’. But that could just be some rumor, a group of crazies perpetuating it. Zoey’s world had had plenty of those. Why not this one, too?


    Probably not something to be musing over during a date.


    “Well,” Rosalie said, taking Zoey’s reassurance at face value. “I suppose I <em>am </em>curious. Your random, unexinable appearance into the shard I distinctly entered <em>alone </em>has been … perplexing me. Have any details of that returned?”


    Zoey paused, grimacing. Rosalie had gone straight for a hard-hitting question. “I know more about how it happened than I’m admitting,” Zoey finally said, slowly. “Not that it was intentional, or expected, or even … usible.” Maybe she shouldn’t have used thest word, because it piqued Rosalie’s interest. “But I guess I haven’t organized how I want to talk about it, yet. I was talking more … me, if you have questions.” She shrugged. “Y’know. Date stuff.”


    Rosalie flushed, as if she’d been chided. Zoey hadn’t meant it in that way.


    “Right,” Rosalie said, turning forward. “I suppose you wouldn’t want to focus on … all that. This isn’t the time.” She nced away. “I’m not … experienced at this.”


    “You? Inexperienced at dating? I never would have guessed.”


    Rosalie tensed, briefly, at Zoey’s teasing, then rxed. She met Zoey’s gaze and rolled her eyes. “Yes, well. You’ve certainly chosen an interesting target of your affections. I’ll admit I don’t fully understand why.”


    <em>That </em>was a statement that had Zoey staggering. Rosalie didn’t understand why Zoey would be interested in her?


    “Yes,” Zoey said dryly. “The gorgeous, caring, brilliant woman who saved my life. How did I ever—“ <em>fall for you, </em>Zoey barely managed to strangle off, “take interest. An unsolvable mystery.”


    Rosalie flushed. She didn’t reply, but her brief insecurity did seem to disappear.


    They walked together for a while, traversing the crisscrossing bridges of Treyhull. Zoey squeezed Rosalie’s hand, and she squeezed back. Zoey looked out across the sprawlingndscape. Suspended thousands of feet into the air, she had a great vantage point. It was a good thing heights didn’t make her dizzy.


    “Almost there,” Zoey said. “This should be thest bridge.”


    Rosalie hummed in acknowledgment. “What else do we have nned?”


    “Feeding the ducks, a pic, a surprise event, then dessert. I didn’t want to pack the schedule too tight, so we could rx and chat.” She nced at Rosalie. “I hope you weren’t wanting something big and shy?”


    Rosalie shook her head, instantly. “No, definitely not.” She paused. “<em>Expected </em>it, perhaps, but not wanted. This sounds better.”


    Zoey rxed. She <em>had </em>been worried, however much she’d been convinced it was the right idea.


    “So,” Rosalie said. “We got side tracked. You said some of your memories are trickling back? A brother? What else? Parents? Where you lived?”


    Zoey chewed her lip. How best to go about this?