may have when you are around someone you are attracted to.” Melody pulled her knees up under her chin. She knew Genewen was supposed to do this, but she really wished it were not happening. Genewen paused and looked around before she went on, “I know you have probably figured out the gist of things on your own so I thought I could just come in and see if you had any questions for me.” Genewen finished. Melody thought for a while before responding. She stared at the floor.
“I guess I have a few,” Melody eventually answered. Genewen nodded patiently until the Pramacretine asked, “How can I know if I can trust someone – someone I like?”
“Well, Melly, you pose a difficult question. Sometimes we trust someone and they betray us. You may not always know someone cannot be trusted and that someone may not mean to hurt you. The best you can do is protect yourself until you know they are trustworthy,” Genewen answered. Melody nodded slowly.
“I should protect myself by not giving them too much too soon?” Melody asked. Genewen smiled and nodded as Melody asked, “How do you know when?”
“You may be ready when you are old enough to give yourself to someone but also know you would survive without them,” Genewen answered, “you know real adult love when it is calm and vast like the sea at rest. If it is tumultuous and short as a storm you know it is immature. You must avoid giving away too much when you have unruly emotions.” Genewen supplied. Melody considered the words.
“Gen,” Melody said, turning to the Macretine. “What if what happened to my mother happens to me?” Melody’s eyes were wide as saucers as she asked. Genewen shook her head.
“Your conception is not common, Mel. Your mother was Meta and she had to choose to give you her life. I do not think you can do such a thing by accident. For all we know, she had been trying it for years before she found your father,” Genewen reassured the fearful Pramacretine, “But Melody, you know a girl with power as strong as yours must be very careful. All of your decisions could have more drastic consequences than what is normally expected. You are still very young and though you have been trained in the usual Ethereal traits, you may have abilities that go far beyond what we know how to teach you.”
“You mean in regards to relationships?” Melody asked.
“Yes and in life. Just remain diligent and discerning. Above all, make sure you are always aware and attempt to control your base reactions. Fear, anger, lust, joy, they could all cause Ethereal reactions in you and they could be catastrophic,” Genewen advised.
“Why?” Melody asked; her voice small.
Genewen adjusted her skirts trying to think of how to say what she wanted to say. Finally, she spoke, “You are a being set apart from what we know. You were conceived the way a pure Meta would be, save the part where your mother gave you her life. What we do know about Metas is that they are largely Ethereal. We know they can transcend their physical form at will. What we do not know is how much of this you have inherited. This is why you must be wary.”
Melody sighed in a hefty gust and rested her head on her knees. She looked at Genewen and said, “That is a phrase I have been hearing often of late.”
The Departure
The day was mild as a breeze cut through the summer heat. The smell of fall drifted over the heat. Melody looked across the garden at the gathered. Many of their workers had gathered to fuss over this and that, to bring food in packs and to be make the small party of youths properly attired for their journey. Melody closed her
“I guess I have a few,” Melody eventually answered. Genewen nodded patiently until the Pramacretine asked, “How can I know if I can trust someone – someone I like?”
“Well, Melly, you pose a difficult question. Sometimes we trust someone and they betray us. You may not always know someone cannot be trusted and that someone may not mean to hurt you. The best you can do is protect yourself until you know they are trustworthy,” Genewen answered. Melody nodded slowly.
“I should protect myself by not giving them too much too soon?” Melody asked. Genewen smiled and nodded as Melody asked, “How do you know when?”
“You may be ready when you are old enough to give yourself to someone but also know you would survive without them,” Genewen answered, “you know real adult love when it is calm and vast like the sea at rest. If it is tumultuous and short as a storm you know it is immature. You must avoid giving away too much when you have unruly emotions.” Genewen supplied. Melody considered the words.
“Gen,” Melody said, turning to the Macretine. “What if what happened to my mother happens to me?” Melody’s eyes were wide as saucers as she asked. Genewen shook her head.
“Your conception is not common, Mel. Your mother was Meta and she had to choose to give you her life. I do not think you can do such a thing by accident. For all we know, she had been trying it for years before she found your father,” Genewen reassured the fearful Pramacretine, “But Melody, you know a girl with power as strong as yours must be very careful. All of your decisions could have more drastic consequences than what is normally expected. You are still very young and though you have been trained in the usual Ethereal traits, you may have abilities that go far beyond what we know how to teach you.”
“You mean in regards to relationships?” Melody asked.
“Yes and in life. Just remain diligent and discerning. Above all, make sure you are always aware and attempt to control your base reactions. Fear, anger, lust, joy, they could all cause Ethereal reactions in you and they could be catastrophic,” Genewen advised.
“Why?” Melody asked; her voice small.
Genewen adjusted her skirts trying to think of how to say what she wanted to say. Finally, she spoke, “You are a being set apart from what we know. You were conceived the way a pure Meta would be, save the part where your mother gave you her life. What we do know about Metas is that they are largely Ethereal. We know they can transcend their physical form at will. What we do not know is how much of this you have inherited. This is why you must be wary.”
Melody sighed in a hefty gust and rested her head on her knees. She looked at Genewen and said, “That is a phrase I have been hearing often of late.”
The Departure
The day was mild as a breeze cut through the summer heat. The smell of fall drifted over the heat. Melody looked across the garden at the gathered. Many of their workers had gathered to fuss over this and that, to bring food in packs and to be make the small party of youths properly attired for their journey. Melody closed her
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