smile at her.
“I am Ziodin Callfah,” the man told her. “I have heard much about you.” Ziodin extended his hand to the Pramacretine. Jennifer looked as though she was at ease but Melody could sense the tension coming from the Infeline.
Taking Ziodin's hand politely, Melody replied, “As you know, my name is Melody. It is a pleasure to meet you Ziodin Callfah. I enjoyed your son’s visit recently and I hope he is well in his travels.” The Pramacretine was proud of her calm when like a coiled snake, ready to strike. She thought of Jax's scars and immediately knew Ziodin was responsible. The elder Callfah held on to Melody's hand long enough to make everyone around them uncomfortable. Thane looked over at her from across the room. His eyebrow raised slightly in his usual sign to her. She made a slight nod and he strode over. Fortunately, his long legs carried him quickly to her rescue.
“Melody, dear sister, I have something urgently requiring your attention,” Thane said as he steered the Pramacretine away. Andover shook his head over his shoulder, cautioning them. Melody steeled herself in an attempt to calm her heart. She trembled as adrenaline coursed through her veins. The Pramacretine had a strong urge to speak with Jax. She longed for him to return. The urge worried her. She was still not certain she could trust the young Conjurer.
“That was Jax’s father,” Melody whispered to Thane when they were out of the conference room. Thane looked surprised.
“You went pale,” Thane replied. “I knew something was wrong.”
Melody tried to stop the tremors that coursed over her before speaking, “I think everyone figured it out, I was fine until he would not release my hand. I hope Father is not upset.”
Thane shook his head seriously, “Father looked close to ending the handshake as well, and I just thought it would be less suspicious if I did it instead.” Melody frowned. Her hands were shaking from the onslaught of anxiety. She excused herself from her brother and made a break for her bedroom.
Melody had barely begun to prepare for bed when a short rap sounded at her door. She opened it to see Genewen. The Pramacretine groaned.
“Am I in trouble?” Melody asked; her exhaustion evident in her rather childish tone. Genewen merely smiled.
“No, not yet,” the Macretine replied. Melody moved back from the door to allow her stepmother inside.
“Is this about our crashing your meeting?” Melody asked, “We were looking for Alastaf.”
“No, I have been informed of the recent events behind our closed doors,” Genewen advised. “I wanted to talk to you about something else.” Genewen waited for Melody to respond. After a moment, Melody shrugged.
“Okay,” the Pramacretine replied. Genewen seemed nervous and it made Melody nervous.
“Well, your father and I noticed the interactions between you and Jaxon Callfah,” Genewen started uncomfortably. Melody inhaled, ready to protest but the Macretine held up her hand and said, “Please, darling, let me get through this. I have not come to tell you I disapprove or to judge you in any way at all. You are growing up and I know you are capable of proper judgment in any situation. I only wish to address the usual complications which may arise when beginning romantic relationships.”
Melody blushed crimson and looked away from her stepmother. She suspected her secret tree was not as secret as she had hoped.
Genewen continued, “I just wanted to make sure you are prepared for the emotional and physical reactions you
“I am Ziodin Callfah,” the man told her. “I have heard much about you.” Ziodin extended his hand to the Pramacretine. Jennifer looked as though she was at ease but Melody could sense the tension coming from the Infeline.
Taking Ziodin's hand politely, Melody replied, “As you know, my name is Melody. It is a pleasure to meet you Ziodin Callfah. I enjoyed your son’s visit recently and I hope he is well in his travels.” The Pramacretine was proud of her calm when like a coiled snake, ready to strike. She thought of Jax's scars and immediately knew Ziodin was responsible. The elder Callfah held on to Melody's hand long enough to make everyone around them uncomfortable. Thane looked over at her from across the room. His eyebrow raised slightly in his usual sign to her. She made a slight nod and he strode over. Fortunately, his long legs carried him quickly to her rescue.
“Melody, dear sister, I have something urgently requiring your attention,” Thane said as he steered the Pramacretine away. Andover shook his head over his shoulder, cautioning them. Melody steeled herself in an attempt to calm her heart. She trembled as adrenaline coursed through her veins. The Pramacretine had a strong urge to speak with Jax. She longed for him to return. The urge worried her. She was still not certain she could trust the young Conjurer.
“That was Jax’s father,” Melody whispered to Thane when they were out of the conference room. Thane looked surprised.
“You went pale,” Thane replied. “I knew something was wrong.”
Melody tried to stop the tremors that coursed over her before speaking, “I think everyone figured it out, I was fine until he would not release my hand. I hope Father is not upset.”
Thane shook his head seriously, “Father looked close to ending the handshake as well, and I just thought it would be less suspicious if I did it instead.” Melody frowned. Her hands were shaking from the onslaught of anxiety. She excused herself from her brother and made a break for her bedroom.
Melody had barely begun to prepare for bed when a short rap sounded at her door. She opened it to see Genewen. The Pramacretine groaned.
“Am I in trouble?” Melody asked; her exhaustion evident in her rather childish tone. Genewen merely smiled.
“No, not yet,” the Macretine replied. Melody moved back from the door to allow her stepmother inside.
“Is this about our crashing your meeting?” Melody asked, “We were looking for Alastaf.”
“No, I have been informed of the recent events behind our closed doors,” Genewen advised. “I wanted to talk to you about something else.” Genewen waited for Melody to respond. After a moment, Melody shrugged.
“Okay,” the Pramacretine replied. Genewen seemed nervous and it made Melody nervous.
“Well, your father and I noticed the interactions between you and Jaxon Callfah,” Genewen started uncomfortably. Melody inhaled, ready to protest but the Macretine held up her hand and said, “Please, darling, let me get through this. I have not come to tell you I disapprove or to judge you in any way at all. You are growing up and I know you are capable of proper judgment in any situation. I only wish to address the usual complications which may arise when beginning romantic relationships.”
Melody blushed crimson and looked away from her stepmother. She suspected her secret tree was not as secret as she had hoped.
Genewen continued, “I just wanted to make sure you are prepared for the emotional and physical reactions you
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