The Little Things | Fey

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The park was vibrant and sunny; the playground full of children, mostly human, people walking along the paths, playing with their pets in the grass, or simply relaxing on the benches, enjoying the weekend afternoon. Vendors for snacks, drinks, and ice cream did good business in their quaint little stands. It was a good temperature; warm enough to encourage people to come out, but not so warm that she would look out of place wearing a hoodie. It was one of the few nicer parks in Dagos, inside the Esfuerzo Hills neighborhood. Vistoso Springs was too gated for Fey; a magi would stick out like a sore thumb. But the moderately mixed neighborhood was perfect for a little shadowing session.

She had left a day for Fey to relax and acclimate herself to her new home, but insisted she come with her for a small lesson in information gathering. She walked lazily alongside the magi, following the quaint stone path through the middle of the park. She explained it was important to look casual; it would be second nature to Fey, once she got any “secret-spy” fantasies out of her head, if she did have any of those thoughts. Maybe it was nerves. She engaged her in small talk and laughter, both to keep up the illusion that they were just visitors to the park, perhaps friends, and because she was curious about Fey; how was her night in the safehouse? Is she doing okay? How long had she been slumming in Dagos? What does she do for fun? Maevia had distractions of her own; she caught herself examining the shorter woman often, replaying her encounter with Kupiec and what he had told her over and over in her head.

“It really is easy,” she said. “Eventually you won’t even have to think about it.”

She scanned the park as they walked. It was a reflex to her, and her mind was excellent at documenting and sorting details. Her gaze was drawn to two men sitting on a bench, a few dozen yards up the path. She nodded at them.

“Those men are more than they look,” she said. Her voice was firm but friendly, like a teacher trying to encourage a student, eager to see the wheels turn in their head. “Not unlike us. They’re good, but they have a few tells. What are they? Who do you think they might be? And don’t stare too long; look around the park, drag your gaze over them and pick up details. If they catch you staring, they might spook.”

Maevia smiled, interested to hear what Fey would notice. She knew the two men were undercover detectives; had she not had prior knowledge, she could have assumed so by the obvious clues. They were constantly looking around, subtly, perhaps, but they had a strong sense of their surroundings. Secondly, you could see a part of a gun holster sticking out from under one of the jackets; civilians couldn’t carry so openly. Third, they remained an odd distance apart from each other, and faced slightly away; this was not the posture of two friends or brothers. They weren’t committing fully to the act; perhaps tired or complacent. They had no kids, no dogs, no newspaper or phones; it looked like a meeting, it just had that feeling about it. There were other hints that indicated they weren’t just meeting for fun, and she wanted to test how much she could pick up on.

Tags: Fey Lomeli

Notes: Please add a million cute little details or scenes to buff the Yuri Class as the thread goes on

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