Leondra stood her ground and let her teacher consider the contents of her gift.
“Fairy bread.” Farhana held it up for Leondra to inspect. “Eat.”
Leondra took it, hesitating a few moments more to see exactly what it was. The colourful nature of the bread was due to the multicoloured sprinkles which littered its surface. She took a bite and forced herself to swallow.
They both ate their piece of bread, similarly methodical. Perhaps it was too sweet for either of them.
However, unlike Leondra, Farhana made a point to eat all of the fairy bread except for one. Then she determined their lesson for the day over. With only one piece inside of her, Leondra agreed. Perhaps it wasn’t that sugary, but she certainly didn’t eat that much sugar normally.
She could only imagine how Farhana had managed it.
Farhana’s birthday came in the middle of the week. Leondra only knew about it because the woman’s wife had shown up to drop something off. Farhana was busy and her wife didn’t even call out to let her know she was here, simply leaving the package there for when she noticed.
Leondra didn’t even know it was her wife until she gave out the description of who had stopped by.
Farhana waved it off. “I knew it was Michèle. My wife.”
Nodding, Leondra tried not to be too interested in the contents of the package. Farhana didn’t seem to be in any hurry to open it. “Does she come by often?”
“Only on my birthday. Guns too loud for her.”
“Well wishes,” came out of her mouth immediately. Not to wish someone so on their birthday was an insult. It had made for a very interesting school year, especially around those who didn’t mention when their birthday was, for whatever reason they held.
And much like some of them, Farhana waved it off, taking the box to the shop counter. There it was opened.
The gift she received for her sixteenth birthday was a rifle. Leondra had considered the implications with a degree of separation.
Her father had given up on her showing any instincts of the beast. Goodness knew that her mother had already done so. Her sister said it happened. Plenty of people in the world didn’t have it. This family always did though. Hunters, the lot of them. With nails as good as claws and teeth to bite and eyes which were always feline in quality, let alone appearance.
Leondra had inherited some of the appearance, though in a completely human-looking way. The gun was her father’s way of saying there were other ways to hunt.
She accepted this wholeheartedly.
No one in her family knew how to shoot, so she decided to teach herself. That lasted three weeks before she decided she needed someone with some knowledge in the procedure to teach her some of the basics. There were things she could suss out. But considering the power suddenly in her hands, she decided this wasn’t something to mess around with.
Time to find someone who knew what they were doing.