Celta Thursday, Heart Fortune Cuts, 2ndary Love Story
Enata's appointment with Saille was in three days. The man had been booked, but had made time. Glyssa hadn'd been able to finess the reason why they were being given preferential treatment from her parents. Enata had squashed the idea that the whole Family would escort her, but asked Glyssa to come and said Jace could accompany her.
The morning of the appointment Enata had fussed with her clothes and make-up, trying on several tunic and trous sets before she dressed in a fairly formal gown of deep green with beautiful embroidery of a light blue that accented her eyes. She'd gotten darker auburn hair and blue eyes, damn her, even though her nose was a little sharp.
They were admitted to T'Willow's ResidenceDen, all three of them. The GreatLord waved Glyssa and Jace to a twoseat in the corner of the room – after he'd given them a long look and a grin – before he led Enata to one of the two chairs before his desk.
Jace squeezed Glyssa's fingers as they sat. He was just as fascinated with observing the consultation as she.
"Thank you for seeing me, GreatLord," Enata said.
T'Willow inclined his torso. "You are quite welcome." His smile appeared sincere enough though his words were cool. With a wave of his hand, the thick arm of the chair he wanted Enata to sit in lowered. He studied her and gestured again. The chair lowered slightly, tilted back a bit. Enata's gaze slid toward it.
The GreatLord smiled with more humor, bowed a little deeper. "I promise you, this will be painless." He held out a hand.
Since Enata jolted but put her fingers in the matchmaker's.
He straightened abruptly, took her other hand, his face wiped clear of expression except for a distance that came to his eyes. Glyssa sensed his Flair radiating around him in a huge aura as he used his natural talent.
Jace leaned forward in the seat just as she had.
Enata looked over her shoulder at them, her eyes wide and a little wild. It was no more than a minute before T'Willow dragged in a breath and released Enata's hands. She linked her fingers and kept them close to her waist.
"Pardon me for a moment," the lord said. He snapped his fingers and the chair returnd to its original position. Then he moved to his own chair, sat and turned toward the scryscreen inset into the paneled wall. "D'Licorice at the PublicLibrary, please." He shot a glance toward Enata. "That's where your parents will be, correct?"
"Yes," Enata said, looking back again at Glyssa and Jace.
"Neither of them had appointments outside the Library, though father may be working at home," Glyssa said.
"D'Licorice here." Glyssa's mother appeared in the screen. "T'Willow? Is everything all right?" Her gaze went past him. "Enata?"
"I. Don't. Know," Enata said, then rushed, "I don't know what's going on."
"I suggest you and your husband join us for the consultation," T'Willow said smoothly. "At once."
Her mother's mouth formed an "o" and her brows rose, then she smiled, fully and Glyssa thought she saw the hint of tears in the woman's eyes. "We'll be right there–" She stopped, swallowed her smile. "Enata? You permit?"
"Yes," Enata said in a small voice.
"We'll be right there." D'Licorice signed off.
"Private screen and channel," T'Willow said. His hands waved in a pattern Glyssa didn't know.
"Glyssa?" Enata said plaintively.
Glyssa sprang to her feet. Jace followed with a gleam of interest in his eyes. **This is fascinating, watching such Flair at work,** he told Glyssa mentally.
**Yes,** she said.
**Like watching Raz Elecampane on stage.**
They walked over to flank Enata. Glyssa pried her sister's cold fingers apart and took her hand.
Enata shivered and offered her other hand to Jace. He stared at it a moment, then enveloped it. "Thank you," she whispered. "Brother."
He flinched. Enata didn't seem to notice, but Glyssa did.
"Here," said a man's voice from the darkened screen. Glyssa frowned.
She should know that voice, shouldn't she? Almost...
"This is Saille T'Willow. I suggest you send your brother to me at T'Willow Residence immediately."
There was a long pause. "This is about what we spoke of at The Green Knight Fencing and Fighting Salon on last week?"
"He'll be right over," the man said. "Can I, or my parents come–"
"No," T'Willow said.
"Give me a septhour, maybe two."
"Maybe," the person on the other end of the dark scry grumbled. "Later." The sounds of what Glyssa finally realized was a busy office faded. Who had a busy office?
"Brother," Enata whispered, and they all knew she wasn't talking about Jace this time.
"Why all the secrecy?" Jace demanded.
"It's best for the parties to be surprised, have no preconceptions that might come with a name." T'Willow said. He smiled at Glyssa's parents. "Such as those who believe the Licorices are archetypical librarians and scholars."
They were archetypical librarians and scholars.
"People don't realize we are passionate about our studies," Glyssa said.
The matchmaker said, "It's a good thing to have in a relationship, passion." He rose and went to a no-time, pulled out a deep blue fizzing drink. "Please drink this potion." He held it out to Enata.
NOTE, THE CUTS WERE SIGNIFICANT, 2-3 CHAPTERS