Vyatautus drabble
“Vyti, hold on a second,” Vyatautus’ father called after him before he could open the door.
“What?” He asked. “I’ve got my scarf on and my hair’s down.”
Vyti’s very human father walked to him, a bag in his hand, holding it out to him.
“What is it?” Vyti asked. He took and opened it, his brown eyes opening in surprise.
“I thought it’d be good to have a backup, since your last one shrunk,” his father said.
Vyti pulled out the black scarf and replaced the one he had been wearing to cover up his gills. “A summer scarf too, you’ve learned the difference,” he laughed.
“It, uh, looks good on you.”
“Dad, it’s ok. Thanks,” Vyti said. He walked over to the mirror in the hallway and looked at it.
It was simple, but it went well with the rest of his ensemble. He had to grow to be fashion conscientious. If his clothes didn’t match things like fashionable scarves, it’d be too easy to pick him out for a hiding Suliss. Thankfully, his hair was thick and he grew it long so that it could be used to help hide his ears. The illusion made it so that he was still obviously Iathe because of his dark blue skin, but his eyes and brown hair still claimed his human blood. People would simply think Iaeto and Human, that being a more common mix of races in the area.
Vyti clumped the black patch of hair that grew up front to make it look better and double checked that the rest of his hair was where it should be after disturbing it when he changed scarves. He felt the bulge of his gun hidden in his red and black jacket and then turned back to his father.
“I’m out,” he said with a smile that was ever-present in his eyes.
“Stay safe,” his father said.
“Always am,” Vyti said as he left his house. “How lame is that?” He murmured to himself as he walked to the edge of the yard. “I should be living on my own by now.” As he walked towards the main hub of town, he wondered if he should do something.
A thought had been swirling around in his head for a few years now, but indecision kept him from making up his mind. The world was still in trouble, worse than ever, so leaving would be dangerous. But he knew there were plenty of people who had to hide their heritage or were in really bad lots because of it and he wanted to help them if he could. He thought about adopting the Iaeto way and creating a tribe, one that was a haven for others like him.
As he mulled over it, he felt something within him that he didn’t recognize. All that he knew was that it was something he should do –had to do. He felt better now that he had made up his mind and started thinking about where to start.