Fathers

"My birth father's awful." "Girl I could tell you stories."

In other words, I realize I have two female OC's with Daddy issues that probably would never even interact if it weren't for those reasons, and now I can't get aged up Opal and aged up Naomi spilling their stories to one another simply because no one else is around out of my head.

In the Cafe
In hindsight, maybe it wasn't a good idea for Opal to wonder away from the hotel alone in Camelot. After dark, on her first night there no less. In all fairness, the seventeen year old didn't really know what she was doing. She had woken up to her parents arguing in low voices, about her father. About whether or not they should have invited him on the trip. And she knew they weren't talking about Garvey.

Daniel. The name tasted like vomit in her mouth, felt like broken glass skittering up her throat and onto her tongue. She barely even noticed when it started to rain on her, because really, it fit her mood.

"You okay?" A voice asked, making Opal turn around. Behind her, under a blue and white umbrella, stood a girl about her age, that looked kind of familiar. She was probably an Ever After High student as well.

Opal's lack of response caused the girl's brow to furrow. "Come on." She lead Opal a few doors away. "There's a cafe here. I rarely go into it, but it's never very busy, though it's open twenty-four hours." She spoke gently, kindly, as if afraid something would set Opal off.

"I don't need anything from the cafe," Opal tried.

The girl glared. "At the very least, you need to get out of this rain. Clearly your a stranger to Camelot, as you don't look familiar and my...relatives get around so I've at least seen everyone here." She still spoke calmly.

Opal let the stranger guide her to a booth with menus. "You gonna order this time milady?" An older man called out.

"Perhaps, I'll let you know." The girl said graciously, earning a grumble from the man as he headed into the kitchen.

"Now, whatever led you to stand outside in the rain at night in a place you aren't native too?" If this had been anyone else, Opal was certain they would have been yelling, but something helped this stranger to keep her cool. In many ways, that was more unsettling.

"Something on your mind?" The girl pressed. Opal bit her lip, then nodded. "Listen, I don't know if this will help, but I am the ward and "niece" of the king and queen. If someone's harmed you, I'm sure I can get them to help take care of it."

"It's nothing like that!" Opal was quick to reassure, recognizing a strange fire lighting in the other girl's eyes.True, someone had harmed her and was on her mind tonight, but there wasn't anything this girl could do about it, no matter how well connected she was.

The girl got quiet, thinking. "My name's Naomi, and...I can be a pretty good listener if you need that." She seemed reluctant as she introduced herself, but she did seem sincere.

"My birth father's awful." Opal let slip.

This girl...Naomi laughed. "Girl I could tell you stories." She said, surprising Opal.

"Why don't you?" Opal figured it might be good to hear about someone else's paternal problems.

"I tell you about mine, you tell me about yours, deal?" Naomi held a hand out, suspended in mid air. Opal stared at it for a second, before giving it a firm shake.