“In that case, I am no one.”
“Dance with me again?”
She looked at him with a serious focus. His eyes were bright and dark green; his black hair coasted down over his forehead with a soft wave. She stared at him. “Is your hair curly?”
He winced. “Yes. My mom used to straighten it so I didn’t look like a black and white child star.”
“Wow. And now?”
“I brush it wet to keep it under control.”
She grinned. “Well, I will deal with that when the time comes.”
“What?”
“Kids with curly hair. Of course, that is contingent...”
“Got it. Working on it. I have checked, and there are thirty or so. I will find a way to lift what I stepped on.”
“So, you can feel them?”
He sighed and slumped a little. “Yes. Now that I know what to look for, I can feel them. I didn’t even know what the effect was until you mentioned it.”
She shrugged. “I know what it is to feel beaten down and disregarded. Words hurt. But if they didn’t hear you, you need only lift their spirits in one way or another. You are Summer. I am sure you will figure something out.”
He nodded. “I am getting ideas. Ty is on the same quest?”
“Yes. Delphine has the same bit of outrage when it comes to insulting people in public. She is not a fan. Ty is hope and waking, you are excitement and energy, Autumn is satisfaction and ogres. So many baby ogres.” She grinned. “And Winter is following with tiny mages.”
“Wait. Are you a seer?”
“Little bit. I can see what will be around me and have an effect.” She shrugged. “This will be different because Wylda is not linked to an equivalent being. Lord Rez is strong, but his life will be measured in three more centuries.”
“Maybe Wylda will extend his life?” Robert asked.
“Perhaps. Hey, where did they go?” Elodie looked around, but her friend was gone.
She sent her senses out and grinned slowly. “Oh. That’s where they are.”
“What?”
“Never mind. Everything is happening as it should.” She patted Robert’s hand and smiled.
Chapter Seven
Wylda blinked and inhaled. They were no longer at the party. The air was warm and scented with flowers.
Lord Rez smiled. “Thank you for agreeing to speak with me. This will be more comfortable than that party.”
She swallowed and nodded. “It is quieter.”
He took her hand and walked toward a bench in a beautiful garden with a huge pond that was bridged by carved wooden structures. There was something to see at every angle.
She let her wings fade but kept her horns. The larger spikes next to the smaller ones.
He stopped next to the bench and urged her to sit. “Please.”
She smiled and sat. “So, Lord Rez, why are we here?”
