The house felt full now that there were actual people in it;
for Jessica this changed the very timbre of the atmosphere, adding all manner
of colours and hues to the odd sense of sight she now had. For the most part,
the newcomers were strangers to her; as Morgan’s apprentice it had never been
necessary for her to meet or work with other witches. Aeron introduced them to
her one at a time so she could get a feel for the sound of everyone’s voices,
not that she could remember them all, but a few stuck out. Michael’s presence
was always there, somewhere in the room – the coven had accepted his presence
as part of her own, and if there were any questions they were asked out of
earshot.
“You alright, Jessica?” Delia asked her softly.
“Yeah, just a little overwhelmed.”
“You’ll get used to it,” came the reassuring reply, “or
not...Morgan just referred to everyone as ‘dear’ or ‘darling’, I guess that
helped.”
Jessica laughed.
“I think I might be a little young to call people that.”
“You’re the Diviner, you can come up with something else
more appropriate.”
“I’ll think about it,” Jessica said, “right now I’m more
concerned about how I’m supposed to be choosing the new Coven Master.”
Delia patted her hand in a maternal fashion, odd for someone
her age and a small part of Jessica resented it.
“It’s meant to come to you, I don’t think you’ve got much to
worry about.”
Jessica bit her tongue; she was really tired of people
telling her there was ‘nothing to worry about’. No, she thought sarcastically,
I’ve got blind, see weird colours and occasionally have weird dreams about the
end of the world.
“At least all the candidates are here now, right?” she asked
instead.
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