The Waverer - part three"What about you?" Her voice wasn't unremarkable enough for a girl who looked and seemed so ordinary, in such an ordinary town. No one in the town noticed it of course, but Waver did. It wasn't quite as calm or slow as the others in the town, and changed tone more frequently. It didn't quite match her personality, but in a way, he supposed that was just fine.
When he looked over at her, a peacock colored lock of hair fell into his eyes. Most of his hair was black at the moment, but there seemed to be a theme of green and blue throughout all that wasn't black. "I haven't seen them in a while."
A while was an understatement, and he wasn't fooling Constance. All it took was a look from her, and he knew it. "Waver." It was almost ironic, that she would be one to pry, being from a town of such conservative normality.
"I haven't seen them since I was just a kid," he began. He hadn't ever really planned on telling her the rest of the story, even at that moment, but it seemed that his willpower