Intimism, Chapter 1

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 “Haaaah! We’re finally here!”

The peaceful sounds of waves brushing against the sand below and the soft, sunny breeze above were interrupted by an exclamation of excitement and followed up by wheels bouncing against wood. The young woman, warm blond hair flowing down her back as she came off of the boat and onto the dock, could barely contain herself.

“Evie.”

She grimaced and turned around, seeing another young woman, slightly older, but only slightly, with dark chestnut hair and more discerning eyes, currently securing their boat to the wooden dock. It wasn’t a very large boat, as it had only needed to bring the two of them here, so it was a job one person could do.

“I asked you to stay on the boat until I secured it and determined the area is safe.” Though initially working on a contrite expression, Evie waved a hand.

“Amaya - come on, there’s nobody else around for miles! I’m not gonna get dragged off into the ocean by a shark because I got off the boat a couple minutes early!”

“Mmmn….” Amaya didn’t seem convinced. “Well, please wait here while I get the rest of the bags,” she said, and, not wanting to push her luck, Evie complied. Amaya was, as always, quick, vanishing back into the boat for only a moment before she came back out with a pair of suitcases, one held in her right hand, the other rolling behind her. The two walked down the dock, Evie in a white sundress with a straw hat and Amaya right behind her wearing a white button-up shirt with a black waistcoat and tie. Amaya couldn’t help but notice the spring in Evie’s step as the two of them walked down the dock and onto the white sandy beach.

“You’re excited,” she said. “Do you think you’ll be able to convince her?” She asked.

“I’m….not totally sure! But, she let us come all the way out to this island and she hasn’t done that for practically anybody!” Evie gestured around them. “If she had no interest in what we had to say….she would’ve said no, right?”

Amaya just nodded. She didn’t have nearly the investment in this that Evie had, but she didn’t need to to understand to know how important it was to her. She looked around - as far as private islands went, at least compared to some she’d seen in her travels with Evie, it wasn’t exactly expansive. Around her, she saw the beach. Behind her was the dock and their boat. In front of her was an only slightly modest one-story beach house. There wasn’t room for much on the island besides all of that. It looked to be about enough for one person and that was it. And that one person happened to be standing at the point where dock turned into pavement heading in the direction of the beach house.

Evie couldn’t contain herself any further. She dropped her rolling suitcase and ran the rest of the way to meet the woman, throwing her arms around her.

“Oh — oh my!” The woman laughed as she practically had to catch Evie out of the air. She was dressed in flowing purple robes that twirled in the same direction as Evie’s white sundress when touched by the wind. “I hope that’s because you’re excited to see me and not out of relief because of a bad ride here!” She said with an awkward chuckle.

“It’s excitement!” Evie said, still only halfway done with her hug. She let go and let out a slightly awkward laugh, but only slightly. “Oh. Uh. Inara Tarrab — this is Amaya Nightingale!” She said, gesturing to her companion as she brought up the rear.

“Thank you for your gracious hospitality,” Amaya said, briefly setting down the (now three) suitcases she was carrying to fold her hands in front of her and half-bow to Inara.

“Yeah — again, thank you so much for letting us come out here and meet you in person!” Evie said, practically bouncing on her feet.

“Well, you sounded so passionate when you reached out to me, and…I couldn’t very well turn down a fellow Kirby alumni, could I?” She said and held up her own hand, showing a gold ring with a blue gem inlaid in it. Evie immediately made the same gesture, showing a similar golden ring, but slightly different. They’d gotten them from the same place, just at different times. Inara made a beckoning gesture with one finger and the two lightly clinked their rings together.

“Yeah!” Evie giggled as the rings touched. Amaya observed the small ritual with interest. She wasn’t so much surprised that Inara had welcomed them to her home, but moreso surprised that she’d asked for no compensation. She’d expected them to have to pay such a reclusive figure a lot to get here.

‘Especially when she found out who Evie was…’ she said only to herself as she picked up the suitcases again, following the two of them towards the house as they spoke about their shared school and the shared interest that had brought them here.

“Now. I looked through a bit of your portfolio. But I wanted to ask you face-to-face, what are you interested in working on while you’re here?” Inara asked.

“Uh, well. I want to work on my painting. But. I also wanted to work on my drawing — and I mean. If I didn’t get some of your thoughts on my poetry, I wouldn’t be able to forgive myself. And I think—“

“A bit of choice paralysis, hm?” Inara let out a small chuckle into her hand, which got a sheepish grin out of Evie. “Don’t worry. We have two whole weeks, we’ll figure it out. Come,” she beckoned with her hand as she opened the front door to her home. “Let me show you my home, first.”

Leaving the suitcases at the front door, Amaya half-listened as Inara gave them a tour of her home and Evie and Inara spoke about whatever Inara was showing them at the moment. Amaya’s eyes kept wandering as she took a mental inventory of the home in her own way. Eventually, Amaya noticed both Evie and Inara looking at her. Had her wandering eyes been caught, or had she been directly addressed and just missed it? Oops.

“Is everything okay?” Inara asked. Amaya blinked once.

“Is anybody else here?” She asked, plainly. If she had already committed one faux-pas, might as well get some work done while she did it.

“Oh, no, just me,” Inara waved a hand. “I keep the guest bedroom, just in case, but. I haven’t had much need for it. You two are my first visitors in a very long while.”

“Is it safe to be out here by yourself?” Amaya immediately followed up. “Do you ever worry about the storms?”

“Well, thank you for such a seamless segue,” Inara said and beckoned the two of them to a downward staircase, leading down into a basement. At the bottom, Inara grabbed a drawstring and pulled to turn on a light. Amaya saw multiple fully stocked shelves, as well as metal door at the back of the room.

“Dry food is here, toiletries there.” Inara gestured. “And I have the refrigeration unit there. All told, I have enough supplies for myself for a very long time. For three people…a couple of months, at least. And a generator to keep everything running. I do so love to read by candlelight, but only when I know the lightbulbs are there and I’m choosing not to use them.” Inara gave Amaya a smile. Evie gave her an elbow in the ribs.

“Uff.” Amaya grunted.

“You satisfied? Now stop interrogating her!” Evie scolded. “We’re her guests here, show a little graciousness!” Inara waved a hand dismissively.

“Oh, don’t worry, I welcome the scrutiny. If Amaya noticed any imperfections in my home’s safety measures, I would want to know all about them.” Amaya caught a glint in Inara’s eyes as her lips turned upwards. “Besides, I’m quite glad to only be receiving a couple of pointed questions. I’ve seen what happens to people who make the mistake of having calamitous intent towards you when they’re within arm’s reach of her.”

Evie couldn’t help but giggle. Amaya’s cheeks turned a little bit red. Everybody knew what she was referring to. A little video clip named ‘RICH GIRL’S BODYGUARD BREAKS MUGGER’S ARM’ that had spread across the web to the tune of 34 million views. Amaya was used to Evie getting lots of attention. Her own minor brush with celebrity had been and right up to this moment, continued to mostly just be embarrassing. Either way, she quietly thanked Inara for showing her the cellar and didn’t have any more follow-up questions, allowing the tour to continue.

“This is the drawing room. It’s where you’ll be working, most of the time,” Inara gestured. It was well stocked with places to work and supplies. Amaya saw brushes, paints, easels, all kinds of pens and pencils, notebooks, art books, she even saw a tablet tucked away and charging in a corner. All of it was framed by a large bay window, which Amaya had to admit had a pretty great view of the beach. She imagines it was the kind of thing artists probably found pretty inspiring. One thing, however, was conspicuous by its absence.

“This is all so amazing….are you working on anything in here right now?” Evie asked, confirming she had noticed it too. This room had all of the supplies to make art, but no art currently taking up residence.

“Oh, I’m fluctuating between various stages of the artistic process at the moment. Mostly the canvas and the wine cellar,” she said with another coy grin, which got a giggle out of Evie. “Come. Let me show you to your room,” she said and moved on. Amaya couldn’t help but notice that she hadn’t answered the question, and that she also hadn’t seen any art in any of the other rooms of the house, either. But that wasn’t really any of her business. She had to admit the art was only of mild interest to her. She was here for work.

On that note, on the way to the bedroom, Evie quickly excused herself from Inara’s company and took Amaya aside.

“Amaya, I want you to leave.”

Amaya furrowed her brow.

“Evie. I’m here to guard you. I can’t leave.”

“The only people here are Inara and I! Nothing’s gonna happen!” Evie insisted. She stole a quick look over her shoulder. Inara was being a good host and keeping her back to the girls. Evie gestured to her wristwatch and in particular, the small button hidden on its side. “If anything goes wrong, I’ll just call for you!” Amaya seemed…unconvinced.

“Do you want me to. Go all the way back home?”

“No, no, just. Take the boat and go a little ways away. You don’t even have to go out of sight of the island, and if you get a bad feeling for any reason, you can come back, I promise!” Amaya grimaced, still unsure. Evie went on the offensive, putting her hands together over Amaya’s. “I just really want this to go well and I think Inara will be more comfortable if it’s just the two of us.” Then, she fixed her bodyguard with the best big blue doe eyes she could manage and in her sweetest tone of voice, asked, “Pleeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeease?”

Amaya let out a sigh. She was defeated and she knew it.

“Okay. Just a little bit of space.”

“Thank you!” Evie threw her arms around Amaya. “Take some time for yourself - relax and enjoy yourself for once!” As she broke the hug, she left a hand on Amaya’s shoulder. “But. I’m going to have to insist you don’t host a fake news panel with my stuffed animals.”

Amaya cleared her throat and murmured something about not knowing what Evie was referring to. Inara, meanwhile, accurately sensed that she no longer needed to be at not-eavesdropping distance when the girls started approaching her again.

“Thank you very much for your hospitality, Miss Tarrab. I…admit I’m not much of an artist myself and I don’t want to get in the way, so I’ll be taking the boat and going.” Amaya forced herself not to look at Evie during the explanation and tip off that she was being told to hit the bricks. “But.” She took one step forwards towards Inara. Just one. “I’ll remain close so that if anything goes wrong, Evie can contact me. I can be back here very quickly.” Inara just smiled.

“I’m grateful to know someone so capable will be keeping an eye on us,” Inara said. “But, please, if you see any sign of a storm, return at once. Even for a well-furnished Callahan vessel, they’re very dangerous.” Amaya’s brow twitched a bit. Inara had either not noticed or simply not reacted to the warning (or, rather, implicit threat) Amaya had given. It made her even less sure what to think of her and even more skeptical that leaving was the right choice.

“Thank you.” Amaya nodded. She then nodded to Evie, who gave Amaya a quick hug.

Then…she left. She left Evie’s two suitcases and took her own back to the boat. She untied the boat from the dock and…she left.

Once she came to a stop in the water a short distance away from the island, she quickly realized she didn’t really know what to do with herself. For a while, she just stared at her phone, waiting for Evie to call her and tell her to come back. At first she imagined it was panicked, as if Inara was chasing her with a knife at that very moment. She didn’t like that mental image, so she changed the tone to a more joking one, oh, I didn’t actually want you to leave, that was just a little prank, I didn’t expect you to actually do it! Then she imagined Evie very contritely saying she thought more about it and realized she’d been very inconsiderate about Amaya’s feelings and wanted her to come back right away and be a part of this as well. Amaya quickly decided that one was significantly less likely than her being chased with a knife and put her phone down.

Next, she tried exercising, but besides the fact that strenuous physical training on a boat that was currently bobbing in the ocean made her a bit nauseous, Evie had planned for this trip to last two weeks. She couldn’t spend every waking moment for the next fourteen days working out her core.

After she realized that, she started trying to rather unabashedly contrive an excuse to go back. First, she tried to convince herself she saw a fire, but it was just lights inside the house. Then she tried to convince herself the island was about to be attacked by pirates, but, it was just seagulls. She then tried to convince herself the island was being attacked by aliens, but given that it was pretty much just the same flock of seagulls, she realized she was gonna need to do something else to occupy herself.

“Is everything going okay?”

By that point, she figured it had been long enough to call Evie and at least check in to make sure everything was fine. It had already been an entire day or two by this point, it was fine to call her after that long, right?

“Amaya, it’s been like six hours. Everything is fine.”

Amaya blinked once, then looked at a clock on the wall.

“…oh.”

“You dunno what to do with yourself, do you?” Evie asked. Not wanting to get into a discussion about the seagulls, Amaya didn’t answer. Evie just sighed. “Alright. Let’s just take this in baby steps. What do you want to do, Amaya?”

“…I don’t think I know how to answer that.” Particularly because the truthful answer was ‘come back and guard you’, but Amaya knew that wasn’t the answer Evie was looking for.

“Don’t think about it! This is about what you want. Just say what you want to do.”

“I’m not sure I underst—“

“Don’t think!”

“But I—“

“First thing that comes to your head!”

“I don’t—“

“Say it say it say it say it say it say it say it say it say it—“ Evie was now just repeating herself into the phone over and over to not give Amaya a chance to continue fretting.

“The movie?!”

Both were quiet for a second. It sounded like a question coming out of Amaya’s mouth, quick and panicked. Evie tilted her head a touch.

“The movie?”

“The movie you were watching,” Amaya explained. She tapped her fingers on the side of her leg. “On the way here. It had a spy. Her mission was to sabotage an airship. Then she fell in love with a scientist working on the airship. It looked like there was about 30 minutes left when you turned it off and I was….curious how it ended.”

It was quiet for a moment.

“…. …. ….sooooooo. Watch it?” Evie said in a tone that suggested she was pretty sure she was missing something.

“The movie and the TV belong to you. I shouldn’t touch your things.” Shortly after that explanation, Amaya felt a beleaguered sigh coming from the other end of the line.

“Uhhhhhgghhh,” Evie grumbled. This was getting more, rather than less confusing. “First of all. You’re absolutely allowed to touch my things and I’m not sure what transpired that made you think you’re not. You’ve used stuff that belongs to me kind of a lot over the years!” The two of them had lived together since they were young and Evie had a lot of stuff because of her family’s wealth and Amaya had shared that stuff, even if, y’know, somewhat hesitantly.

“That was when we were kids,” Amaya said sheepishly. “I’m…your bodyguard now. And besides, you’re not here. It feels. Off.”

“Oooooooooooookay,” Evie said. She was starting to piece this together now. “Okay. Just to be entirely clear. I know our. Personal and professional dynamics have shifted. But. One thing that hasn’t changed is that you’re allowed to touch and use my stuff as much as you want! You don’t even have to ask permission! And that applies to everything on the boat, too! So if you watch to know how the movie ends…just watch it! And after that, do whatever else you want to do next!”

“W-well. Alright, but.”

“And if you’re not sure what to do next, just imagine me repeatedly telling you to do the first thing that comes to your head just like in this conversation telling you to just do the first thing that comes to your head! Got it?”

“I don’t know if that’s going to work twice….”

“And you’re not allowed to call again until you relax and have fun!”

“I don’t know how I’m supposed to quantify tha—“

“Bye, Amaya!” And then all Amaya heard was a click. She let out a sigh.

“Goodbye, Evie….” She murmured to nobody and put her phone down.

—

Amaya watched the movie again from the beginning. The part where the spy and the scientist kissed while standing on the airship as another different airship exploded behind them was her favorite part.

It was dark by the time the movie was done. Amaya wasn’t sure what to do next. She supposed she could just start getting ready for bed…

“You’re hesitating.”

Amaya imagined a floating Evie next to her, arms crossed disapprovingly.

“I…was just thinking about going to bed.”

“There’s something else you wanna do first, isn’t there?”

“I. I don’t know. Is there?”

“What’re you askin’ me, for?! You’re the one who knows! Come on, say what it is!”

“I-I’m not sure it’s a good idea—“

“Say it say it say it say it say it say it say it—“

“O-once when I was guarding Evie at a dinner party, I noticed somebody drinking something and I asked them what it was and they said it was a Chocolate Cherry Martini and they asked me if I wanted one, but I said thank you, but I can’t, I’m working right now and Evie said it’s okay if you have just one drink but I said no again, but ever since then I’ve been really curious what it tastes like!”

The floating Evie gasped, hands over her mouth.

“Are you gonna make a martini? Are you gonna get drunk?!”

“N….no. No. I still don’t want to drink alcohol,” Amaya said. “I might need to drive the boat, you’re not supposed to operate a boat while inebriated.” She scratched her cheek. “B…but I could look it up and see if there’s a non-alcoholic equivalent.”

“That’s called a mocktail!” The floating Evie helpfully added as Amaya headed for the boat’s kitchenette. It wasn’t quite well stocked enough to follow the recipe exactly, but Amaya didn’t seem to mind as she sipped her hot chocolate with blended up cherries in it.

“I guess I can go to bed after I finish this…” Amaya murmured. “Hm….”

“You’re trailing off. There’s something else, isn’t there?” Floating Evie asked.

“I-it’s silly…”

“Who cares if it’s silly! Just say it! I’m gonna start repeating it if you don’t!” Floating Evie took in a deep breath, presumably to start saying “say it” over and over again.

“I. I want to try having a snack in bed, without brushing my teeth afterwards!” Amaya blurted out. She blinked. Then she started going through the pantry again.

A few moments later, Amaya was sitting in bed, the covers up to her waist, enjoying a cherry hot chocolate in one hand and a peanut butter s’mores in the other.

“That’s a lot of chocolate,” Floating Evie commented.

“Mmhm!” Amaya nodded, in the middle of a bite of her s’mores.

“I’m supposed to be encouraging you to do whatever you want, but you probably shouldn’t do this one too often if you don’t wanna get cavities.”

“Mmhm.” Amaya nodded again as she took a sip of her drink.

It was a pretty good night.

—

Over the next couple of days, Amaya did a lot of things. Some she’d thought of doing, but never done. Some that just came to her in the moment.

“A humped shape is rising out of the pit. I can make out a small beam of light against a mirror. What’s that? There’s a jet of flame springing from the mirror, and it leaps right at the advancing men. It strikes them head on! Good Lord, they’re turning into flame!”

She laid down on the couch with her eyes closed and listened to the narration coming from her phone. Her eyes opened and got a bit wide when she heard loud screams.

“Now the whole field’s caught fire.” The screams were followed by explosions. “The woods . . . the barns . . . the gas tanks of automobiles . . . it’s spreading everywhere. It’s coming this way. About twenty yards to my right . . . “ Amaya picked up her phone as the play continued.

“I can see why this scared people when it first aired…” She murmured.

“Is that an audiobook?” The floating Evie asked.

“It’s a radio play,” Amaya answered.

“What’s the difference?”

“….um.” Amaya thought about it for a second. Then she searched ‘difference between a radio play and an audiobook’ on her phone.

—

Amaya tilted her head back as she finished sliding her contact lenses in place, blinking a couple times to make sure they were properly in place. She smiled into the mirror and then went outside. She spared a second of checking her swimsuit (and checking to make sure the ladder was down), then dove off of the side of the boat into the ocean below.

She swam around for a while, even seeing how deep she could dive before she had to come back up. When she was back on the boat, she grabbed her phone and opened up an app that scanned her eyes, or rather, the lenses she was wearing. A grin spread over her face as she saw pictures of the things she’d seen in the water appear on her phone, seamlessly transferred from the smart lenses to her phone. She immediately made a folder called “Underwater Photos!!!” and started transferring them.

“…hm….”

She frowned for a second. She highlighted the folder, selecting its name.

“Underwater Photos”

Floating Evie gave her a nod and a thumbs up. This was more professional. Amaya suddenly blinked once and rubbed some water out of her eye. The app on her phone misinterpreted this as a request to send one of the pictures she’d taken to someone. By the time Amaya had gotten the water out of her eyes and noticed, it had also sent the same picture to the same person an additional nine times. Amaya’s cheeks puffed out and she slowly released a breath.

“….I’m sure that’s gonna be fine,” Floating Evie comforted her.

—

“That’s an interesting point. I would like to hear what Dr. Morris has to say in response.”

Amaya was sat a table. Sitting on the table in a circle were….three stuffed dolls, a black cat, a goat and a wolf. They all had paper nameplates in front of them. There was also a paper sign at the center of the table titled ‘ECONOMIC ROUNDTABLE DISCUSSION’. Amaya looked at the goat and nodded along a couple times.

“I understand, doctor. Now, I know you and Dr. Truby have agreed on this point in the past,” she said, pointing a pen at the black cat. “That you think we should be more judicious where we’re putting our money in these zones that are considered to be at the highest level of danger for an irreversible storm surge in the next 5-10 years. But I think Senator Fluffy Wolf makes a compelling argument that we also have to weigh the human cost of what cutting corners may do to the people living in these zones. I’d like to read this statement from the director of the Extreme Weather Event Task Force….”

Floating Evie slowly ran a hand down her face.

—

“Haah…..”

Amaya had been alone for about two days now. It was partway into the third day of Evie’s vacation (and she guessed her own vacation now, too). As that 48 hours had progressed, she had finally gotten kind of used to doing what she wanted. What she was doing right now was just laying back on the deck of the ship, staring up at the blue midday sky above. Feeling the sun and listening to the waves. She was doing “nothing” with herself like she had right after Evie had sent her away, but…

“If you’re doing it the right way, doing nothing can be kind of enjoyable too….” She said to nobody, closing her eyes. She still wasn’t entirely how she felt about Evie sending her away, but all of the anxiety she’d felt at not being around her and not sure what to do with herself was finally starting to evaporate. She didn’t want to get too used to it. She would have to go back to guarding Evie soon. But for now…being in her own company wasn’t too bad.

She stayed there like that for a while, adrift in her own thoughts. Until one thought bubbled up the surface, but refused to drift away. Her brow furrowed a bit. That was all it took.

“Hey.”

She felt something poking her temple.

“Something’s distracting you. I can tell! What is it!”

Floating Evie was poking her with a stick. Where had she gotten a stick? Amaya sat up. It was true that she had thought of something that now refused to leave her mind. She grabbed her phone and opened up to her contacts, going to a specific one…

“Whoa….”

Both of them stared at the name that Amaya had selected. Even Floating Evie seemed a bit hesitant to start badgering Amaya about this one.

“Are you gonna…?”

Amaya took in a breath, closed her eyes and pressed the “Call” button.

It rang.

It rang again.

Partway through the third ring, there was a click as the call was answered. Amaya sucked in and held her breath.

…

“Hello, Amaya.” Amaya swallowed, her grip on the phone tightening a bit.

“H…hello, mother.”