Finding Joy

[shadowdreamer]

Written as a submission to the Elsewhere University collective fiction blog. Warnings: Kidnapping, temporary
 

[I Am A Pagebreak]

Her safename was Joy.

That worried people, when taken with her bubbly personality- the laughter that filled the heart, the smile that lit a room, blue eyes sparkling over freckled dimples. The silly hoodie, with huge blue ears that were taller than her head- "Easier to find me in a crowd, that way," she'd said, and well, it's not like she was wrong. More than once, the blue ear tips weaving through a sea of shoulders was the only way to find Joy, short as she was. The iron bell around her neck only helped a little- it's ringing often swallowed by the noise.

Joy fit her, really.

And that was why they worried.

Her RA had spoken to her about it, of course. "Are you sure you want to go with Joy? You know the point is that they're not supposed to fit, right?" And Joy had nodded in complete understanding, smiling brightly.

"I read the introductory packet- if it starts to fit too well, I'll change it, I promise! But I'm not too worried about that." Another bright smile. A name, cautiously, added to the floor register. (Written in calligraphy, sprinkled with salt, locked in an iron drawer. Maybe Clip was paranoid, but she wasn't losing any students that way ever again.)

The first meeting with the Gentry came a month in. Accidental, of course- she hadn't been watching the trail they'd been following, locked in an animated conversation with her friend about the robotics project she'd been working on. "-so I've got it measuring soil conditions every three hours, now, and comparing it against the plants showing optimal growth, to match them- I think I can set up pre-programmed routines, with some more data, to keep soils on a prepared regime! The hard part will be getting the fertilizing-"

The rest of that sentence would never be heard. What was heard was a shout, crashing sounds, and a loud pair of dual thuds.

What was seen, was the gentleman who'd been crashed into and knocked to the ground, golden hair in disarray, blinking dazedly- and Joy, on top of him, where she'd crashed into the man, her papers scattered around her.

(Off to the side, her friend wasn't sure whether to start filming or to grab Joy and run. She might have been too busy laughing, though.)

Joy had sprung away, then, like she'd been burned. "Oh my gosh, I am so- are you okay? Do you need to go to the nurse, did you hit your head? I should have been watching where I was going, my bad!" Snatching up her papers, she offered a hand down to the gentleman, who, still disoriented, took it, and pulled him to his lanky feet. Golden eyes blinked down at the girl, as he brushed dirt off his coat, clearing his throat.

"That will not be necessary, I assure you, miss...?"

"Oh! Right, Joy, you can call me Joy, I'm so- no, wait, I'm not supposed to say that, right, right."

A gentle huff of laughter. A hand brushing dirt off a blue coated shoulder. "It suits you. No harm, no foul, as you children say. Run along, now." A dazzling smile in return, as she ran off to catch up with her friend. Distantly, he could hear them chattering.

"Dude! That was one of Them! Are you okay, you didn't say anything you shouldn't have, right?" "I'm fine! It's fine, don't worry about it, he wasn't mad." "You told him your name, though!" "Don't be absurd. I told you, it doesn't fit, that's the whole point."

 

 

 

Days passed. Her roommates watched her like a hawk. Weeks- caution started to ease. Months- and when October rolled around, it found the two girls sprawled out under a tree on the grounds.

"Coleslaw heard you crying the other night- what was that about?"

A shrug. Her stylus traced over her tablet, tracing out details. "Just a call from my godfather, no big deal."

"You're still homesick?"

"I guess. More than I thought, anyway."

"Well, you know, fall break's coming up soon. Maybe you can go visit?"

"Yeah, maybe."

The conversation had turned, then. To the party coming up, a masquerade hosted by the drama majors- of course.

An idea took root.

Joy wasn't much one for dancing- too small, she'd laughingly tell anyone who asked, "My partners would have to bend double to meet me!" It was an exaggeration- but not, to be fair, by that much. She contented herself, instead, drifting around the room, giddy in the face of her classmates happiness, and possibly the double-shot cookie-mocha she'd snagged from the snack bar.

It was because of her drifting that she saw the girl being led off by the golden haired gentleman, away from the courtyard, to the path leading to the Forest. Following wasn't a decision- her legs moved almost of their own accord.

The pair went into the trees.

Joy hesitated, for half a breath- then lifted her chin, eyes flashing steel, and marched in after them.

 

The gold eyed gentleman grinned at her, across the ring of mushrooms. His hands rested on the shoulders of the girl he'd taken, her eyes wide and watery as she stared at Joy.

"Give her back. She isn't yours to take."

Teeth showed behind the predatory grin. "She came willingly, little butterfly. Stepped into my arms, to save her guardian from himself, wouldn't you know? A life for a life. Her life, to save his from the bottle."

Of course she'd made a Deal. Well, two can play at that game. "I'll barter for her."

The grin turned sly. He leaned forward, resting his chin on the girl's head. "And what would you have to offer me, bold little butterfly? I told you already- a life for a life. Are you so willing, to trade your freedom for a stranger?"

A breath of hesitation. His grin grew. "Perhaps I'll be generous. I'll take your godfather, then- unless you'd care to give me your true name, Joy?"

Joy led the shaking girl through the forest, plucking her iron butterfly clips from the trees they'd marked the way from as they passed. Their absence had been noticed, by now- Clip's eyes lit up in relief to see both students emerging down the path, Joy's shawl wrapped around the other girl, and one of the girl's friends ran forward to greet them, nearly tackling her in a hug. Joy stepped back to let them have their reunion, moved over to her RA. Looking up at Clip, she smiled a bit, sheepishly.

"Is it too late to register to stay over break?"

 

 

"So what do you think? Are you really going to join the Knights?"

The student traced her pen over the lines of the sign-up sheet, tip drumming against the page. It was already most of the way filled out- the reasons, the class schedule, the dorm number- there was only one thing left to write down. The question got her gaze to lift, and she nodded.

"I think so, yeah. I mean, I've already rescued one classmate- imagine what I could do with some support."

"You mean imagine what they could do, with a few more engineering majors."

"Po-tay-to, po-tah-to. I'm definitely looking into the blacksmithing elective next semester, I'm gonna build us armor."

A laugh answered that, and her friend reached across the table, shoving her playfully. "Well then what are you waiting for? Hurry up and go turn it in!"

The student formerly known as Joy laughed, a sound like bells, as she wrote her name into the final blank. "Alright, alright! Come on, come with me- maybe they'll know where to pick up a sign-up sheet for the Scribes for you."

"Alright, I'm coming, I'm coming."

Blue ink glittered as it dried, Iris written in gentle swoops across the top of the page.