Interviews From The Writer’s Desk: Adira Billings

This is one of my favorite characters from a roleplay I’m doing with a friend, and she’s also Slade Ellery‘s cousin, along with having a pretty big part in his book. Please let me know what you think! 😀

I check my watch for the bazillionth time. Still five minutes. I’m both excited and nervous about this interview.

Benedict stick his head into my office. “She’s here.”

I nod. “Send her in.”

Half a minute later, a very tall, slender girl enters the room. Her light blond hair is in a French braid and pulled over her shoulder, and her green eyes glisten with excitement. She’s wearing a plain black t-shirt with a brown leather jacket, black pants, black leather fingerless gloves, and – yes – tall black boots. A gorgeous quiver is thrown over her shoulder, and she clutches her bow tightly, the only sign of her nervousness. I nod toward the chair and she sits.

I pull my laptop towards me. “Are you ready?” I ask. She nods. “Okay. What is your full name, and how old are you?”

“I’m Adira Billings, and I’m twenty-nine,” she replies.

“Where are you from?”

“I’m originally from Lerali,” Adira says. “But I recently moved here to Earth – more specifically, New York.”

I nod, typing. “Why did you decide to move?” I ask.

Her face reddens. “Um, well, I wasn’t exactly comfortable on Lerali anymore.” I raise an eyebrow, and she sighs. “Okay, fine. I was wanted on Lerali for quite a number of crimes, and I decided it would be best to lay low for a while. Hence, Earth.”

I nod again, not wanting to push her too much. “So since you’re a Leralian, I assume you have a Gift. What is it?”

“I’m actually one of the rare people with half of two Gifts. I’m half a Suspender, like Slade, and I’m half a Messenger, like Ellis. So I can send telepathic messages and read minds, along with doing some telekinesis, limited, though, not like Slade.”

I type. “That’s interesting. How would you describe your personality?”

Adira makes a face. “I’ve always been a bit of a rebel, seeking out adventure and excitement. Other than that, I’m sarcastic, and I tend to have a bit of a temper and go into things headlong without thinking.”

I smile. “Sounds a bit like Slade.” I hurry on when her face turns sad. “What about your family?”

Her face gets sadder. “Slade, his mom, and his sister are my only family. Both my parents and my older sister, Arza, are dead.”

Oh, goodness. How much more awkward can this get? “I-I’m so sorry. I just keep asking the wrong questions.” I pause. “What about your bow and quiver? Do you like archery?”

Adira laughs. “That might be a rhetorical question. Yes, I do. I’m pretty good at most fighting and martial arts techniques, and weapons are my forte.” She frowns. “But of course, after Slade’s dad died, I turned and used that for the wrong reason, the wrong people.”

The silence hangs awkwardly for a second and I clear my throat. “Well, I think that’s all for now. Thank you for coming.”

She nods. “I’m sorry if I made this more awkward than it had to be.”

I shrug, pushing away my computer and standing up as she leaves. “I don’t mind. Have a nice day.”

She gives a slight bow, a smile, and leaves the room. I slump back in my chair and laugh at myself.