As it turned out, Dr. Charles Aswynn had indeed forgotten.
He had to be trundled out of his lab where he had been arduously be at work
making potions. According to Michaela, who
had been sent to fetch him, he often forgot everything for days at a time. It
took an hour, but she extricated him and brought him before Jessica and Aeron.
“Charles, so nice of you to join us,” Aeron said.
“Yes, yes, sorry, I know, I missed out on the important
meeting this morning,” Charles said, plopping down in a chair, “so are you
going to tell me why I’m here?”
“We need a quorum and you, Jessica here, and I are it,”
Aeron replied deftly.
Charles polished his glasses thoughtfully and peered through
them first at the Loremaster and then at Jessica.
“A new Diviner? Why wasn’t I told?” he demanded, turning to
look at his daughter. Michaela rolled her eyes but said nothing.
“Yes, the new Diviner,” Aeron said patiently, “you are the eldest
witch amongst us, Herbalist, thus you make our third.”
“Ah, yes, well, of course, I see,” Charles mumbled, “I will,
of course, be the third, and do my part for the coven. Was that everything?”
“We will need more than your usual attention span, Charles,”
Aeron said gently.
“Yes, well, as you will. I s’pose with a youngster like this
for a Diviner – ”
“Doctor, I know I am young,” Jessica interrupted, “but I can
See.”
“What – oh, I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to be disrespectful,
Diviner.”
“That’s quite alright,” Jessica replied, “we need to build
our strength so we can help Alyxa get the little Dreamer back.”
“No kidding,” Michael muttered. Jessica reached for him and
took his hand.
“There is much work to be done,” she told them all.
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