The kaleidoscope of Jessica’s world settled momentarily into
patchy visions of caves and rocky surfaces.
“Jessica?”
She turned in the direction of Aeron’s voice.
“I’m alright,” Jessica said, smiling at him, “please,
continue.”
“Most of the Coven members are returning now. We should have
a full house in a matter of days. After that it will be up to you to choose the
next Coven Master or Mistress.”
“Because Maye left no successors we are facing an unprecedented
occassion,” Delia’s voice put in from the left side.
“And in such circumstances we defer to the Coven Diviner,”
her father finished.
“And I’m meant to See who the next Coven Master is?”
“I suppose,” Aeron said.
“You ‘suppose’?” Jessica laughed, “what do you mean by that?”
“It’s not like it’s happened before, Jazz,” Delia chided.
“I know, I know,” Jessica replied, “but it’s not like I’ve
done this before.”
“Touché,” Delia joked.
“We know this is a little intimidating, Jessica, but we are
all behind you.”
“That makes me...”
A flash of colours showed her the face of a beautiful young
boy in total agony.
“...Loki?”
One some other sensory level she realised Delia was
frowning. The negativity was almost tangible.
“Sorry,” Jessica
apologised.
“Morgan used to do that too,” Aeron commented, “you said
something about ‘Loki’?”
“The TrueSight is starting to show me something,” Jessica
explained, “but it’s patchy. I sort of feel like I’m not getting good reception.”
Delia chuckled.
“Give it some time, there are plenty of stories of Diviners
not receiving the full vision until the time was right.”
“So I just wait?” Jessica asked, “strikes me as slightly
inconvenient, but alright. Is there a time limit on making this decision?”
“Sooner would be better,” Aeron said, “the Coven needs
strong leadership in the times to come.”
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