Kara found herself with some uninterrupted free time after the cookout. After so much happening in the few days she had been there, she couldn't be more grateful for the peace and the chance to just be alone with herself.
The sun was still rising when she left the lake and trudged along the dock into her house. Her legs felt stronger today. All that food had given her some much needed energy.
"Time to get you fixed up," she whispered, looking around the house with a determined expression and a million ideas. And with a little magic, she was ready to get straight to it.
Introducing magic house fixer montage. The great thing about sirens is this; there isn't much they can't make out of magic so long as they have access to water.
New floorboards? Done. Tiles where the kitchen will be? Piece of cake!
Kara settled for bright yellow walls and dark warm floorboards. When she opened her eyes, it was to an entirely transformed room. Good enough to pass inspection, certainly.
If she were to hypothetically get visitors, they'd sit in this room to chat. Kara would need some furniture, though.
Honestly, the kitchen is the only room that mattered to her. If she could, she'd just live in the lake full time and only come out to cook and eat in the kitchen.
She had separated the kitchen from the rest of the room with a counter and some stools to sit at when she ate. A table was overrated, honestly. Kara lived alone and she wouldn't need a table to share a meal with others.
She couldn't let herself get close to those humans. No more get-togethers, no more late night walks, and definitely no more being carried around by big, strong men. It was true she probably judged Theo too harshly, but that didn't erase what he was.
Human.
"Not that I want to get closer to him," she said aloud, laughing. "Nope! Zero interest."
Choosing instead to focus on her home, Kara walked around the counter into the kitchen. The tiles were a faded white and the walls were now a soft blue.
Blue. It had to be blue. The same blue that used to stare into her eyes when she was just a little guppy as her mother taught her the Siren Song that had been passed down from generation to generation. The most beautiful blue she'd ever seen.
Kara slumped against the wall and just looked at it. It wasn't like her home in Raverden, but Kara was starting to accept that it never would be.
Nothing will ever be like it was.
No, Kara couldn't think about that. It wasn't worth remembering.
"Happy thoughts, Kara, happy thoughts," she sang to herself, standing straight and turning her attention to the outlet in the corner.
There were some things a siren couldn't create from nothing, unfortunately. Well, she probably could, but it'd take a lot more magic than she could spare in one sitting. So, to make her appliances she'd need something to build off of. Something with a similar purpose would be easiest.
Luckily, the insulated bag that Donna had given her- still full of trays of food- would do nicely. Kara brought the bag over and carefully situated it in the corner. It grew and reshaped itself, morphing into a nice sizable refrigerator.
Inside, the takeaway dishes were stacked neatly as it hummed and started to chill. Kara nodded proudly to herself. Not perfect- yet- but it was getting there.
Unfortunately, she still had no oven, no stove, not even a sink. Kara considered trying to renovate more of the house, at least an oven, but when she took a step her entire body nearly dropped in exhaustion.
Kara barely made it to the counter to lean on as her strength sapped and her magic dimmed.
"Oh Spirit, I think I over did it a little," she grumbled as she rested a hand against her aching temple. She was still new to this body, barely awake from her long rest in the water. As eager as she was to get the house finished, she needed to learn to pace herself.
"Maybe just a short break...? Man, I'm hungry." Kara grabbed the cheesy noodle ham dish from the fridge and settled herself at the counter to eat it. A little food could do wonders.
Even gone cold, the food is amazing. As strange as they were, that Hart family made delicious meals. Would this be good with fish instead of pork? She'd have to try to make it once she... went shopping...
Man, in Raverden there had been a market not far from her house. Somehow she doubted that was the case here. Kara would just have to get a phone in order to order groceries.
Technology truly was the closest thing to a blessing humans could give her.
"The apes sure have come a long way." As she chowed down, Kara hummed to herself and ran over her mental list again. It seemes to grow longer every day.
Fix the house.
Find a way up to the attic.
Get this new body under control.
Find... Avery.
Kara had given a lot of thought to it and she knew she had to find that poor girl. William's story yesterday had been upsetting, but not as upsetting as the knowledge that somewhere out there was a little girl, lost. Kara knew what it was like to lose someone and never get closure.
That stung. A lot.
Plus, and maybe this reason was a little shallow and selfish of her, but Avery was in Kara's lake. A human, resting in her territory. She didn't like that.
Above all else, maybe it was just... It was something she could do. Something that would take her mind off Raverden, off her Mom, off everything she'd rather not think about. Eventually she would run out of work.
Speaking of...
"Okay, house," Kara muttered, setting her macaroni aside and standing up with a stretch. She was feeling bummed out now, which meant it was probably time to find something to do. "Round two."