Vega had arrived at the Mwẹnz Tsäbtä with two friends, delighted to be able to do that, but she had left with just Arlo. In the aftermath and hullabaloo of the realisation that they had shared their evening with an Immortal, there had been more than enough opportunity for them to just turn and walk away, which had been what they did after he pulled her up from the log she was sitting on. Normally, usually, she'd have batted him away at the attempt, but she just went with it. There had been a number of questions, of course, from those who were gathered there, since Cassion had kissed her, but she'd answered none of them. Arlo, too, had been bombarded with questions and so, they got out of there.
Ti'niva, the other friend they had arrived with, had wandered away some time before so, at Arlo's suggestion and following her own instincts both, Vega stomped off. She walked with the kind of stalking stomp which made her seem determined and moving with a purpose. Nothing, of course, could be further from the truth as she was just walking. She wasn't entirely paying attention to where she was going, even, simply walking and thinking. By now, the journey back to the camp was a familiar one and her feet took her there without much thought. Just walking with Arlo and not speaking as she built up into a good head of steam.
That had been Cassion. Vega felt her cheeks burning anew and she picked up her pace. Arlo's hat was Cassion's hat and the more she thought about it, the more she realised that Arlo had known who it was. Long before he'd announced himself. She'd even thought how unusual it was that Arlo liked him quite so much and Vega's face settled into a deep frown. With the benefit of hindsight, it was obvious that Arlo had known him and obvious who he was. Of course, that really didn't help and if her frown had been deep before, it simply deepened as she thought it through.
They got to camp and she sat, back against a tree and heels dug into the ground. Vega was furious and she knew that; it wasn't a new emotion and she recognised it for what it was. However, what she couldn't work out was what, or who, she was furious at and why. She knew, in reality, who it was that she was angry at ~ it was herself. Her hand had been raising to punch him and then, rather than do that she had literally felt her knees buckle. What sort of an idiot did she look to be?
Vega usually didn't care about how she looked, what other people thought of her but the fact that her first kiss was in public, with an Immortal, in front of her friend who knew what was happening and didn't bother to tell her just made her want to kill someone. Anyone. Him.
"How long had you known?" Vega asked Arlo. "Who it was, I mean. How long had you known?"
