Tressa's Treasures (The King's Jewel Book 1) by Belinda M Gordon Page A
Authors: Belinda M Gordon
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seen one myself, and I've never been sorry about that. I always believed seeing one would have a negative consequence.
"We Seelie Sidhe come closest on the spectrum to the angels, and the Unseelie to the fallen. Though we have variations, our auras are discernibly lighter or darker than humans.
"The colors and textures are harder to explain. They're subtler, and they take a while to understand when you first receive the gift. They can tell you many things—for instance, how artistic, healthy or intelligent the individual is.
"When you know these things about a person's makeup, it isn't hard to predict that a person with a dark aura may end up in jail one day, or that the marriage of a person with poor health to a person with little fortitude will fail."
It was a lot to take in.
"I see what you're saying. However, if you excuse me for saying so, you encourage people to misunderstand your ability when you make half statements or refuse to answer questions."
She smiled and nodded. "Aye. I find it's best not to reveal all you know about a person, otherwise they behave differently around you. The aura is an even more useful tool when you compare someone's behavior to their true nature. If they know about what I can see, they become cautious." She held my gaze with a look in her eyes that I didn't quite understand. It looked almost like a warning.
I tried to imagine what it would be like to be born with such a gift, and then I remembered something.
"Wait—earlier you said 'when you first receive the gift'. ‘Receive’ seems like an odd word to use for something you're born with."
"Aura Sight isn't something you are born with. We pass it down through our family, but not by genetics. It can only be bestowed upon you by the one who last possessed it. My great-aunt Tressa, for whom you were named, bestowed it on me when she passed on. I was a great favorite of hers, and I loved her dearly."
Her gaze became distant, reliving her past in her mind's eye. Sadness cloaked her face when she spoke again.
"She died when I was a child, suddenly and violently. I was quite young and had no warning. I did not understand what had happened. It was terrifying at first. The auras were so strong—overpowering, really. They blocked the physical person from my sight. However, I quickly learned to control the ability. Now when I meet someone for the first time, their aura is bold and obvious, but I'm able to tone it down." She sipped her tea before continuing.
"It's like when you meet someone with big ears. The ears are all you notice at first; you can hardly keep your eyes off them. But when you get used to the person, you stop noticing their ears, except every once in a while when it hits you: Joe really has big ears."
I nodded. "Do auras change?"
"Sometimes, but it’s rare. As I see them, anyway. It may have been different for the others before me, but I've only seen it happen once in my considerable lifetime."
She patted my knee.
"I suppose we better place wards around the estate in case any Unseelie fae have entered this realm. Will you go to the herb garden and get some cuttings for me?" she said, effectively ending the conversation.
"Of course, Mamó." As I put our dishes on the tray I asked, "Would you like me to take Sophia with me?"
"Let her be. Her father will return soon. And you can leave the tray there; Shamus will take it downstairs."
I leaned over and kissed her cheek. I was halfway to the door when she spoke again.
"Oh, and speaking of her father, I meant to tell you something about him." I turned back to her.
"What was that?" I had forgotten that she had mentioned him.
"His aura is different. Certainly not like any other human's I've ever seen. You're fighting your attraction to him, but you shouldn't."
"You know that just from seeing his aura?"
"You think running from him will keep him safe. However life isn't that simple. There are never any guarantees, no matter what you do. Don't miss out on love because
"We Seelie Sidhe come closest on the spectrum to the angels, and the Unseelie to the fallen. Though we have variations, our auras are discernibly lighter or darker than humans.
"The colors and textures are harder to explain. They're subtler, and they take a while to understand when you first receive the gift. They can tell you many things—for instance, how artistic, healthy or intelligent the individual is.
"When you know these things about a person's makeup, it isn't hard to predict that a person with a dark aura may end up in jail one day, or that the marriage of a person with poor health to a person with little fortitude will fail."
It was a lot to take in.
"I see what you're saying. However, if you excuse me for saying so, you encourage people to misunderstand your ability when you make half statements or refuse to answer questions."
She smiled and nodded. "Aye. I find it's best not to reveal all you know about a person, otherwise they behave differently around you. The aura is an even more useful tool when you compare someone's behavior to their true nature. If they know about what I can see, they become cautious." She held my gaze with a look in her eyes that I didn't quite understand. It looked almost like a warning.
I tried to imagine what it would be like to be born with such a gift, and then I remembered something.
"Wait—earlier you said 'when you first receive the gift'. ‘Receive’ seems like an odd word to use for something you're born with."
"Aura Sight isn't something you are born with. We pass it down through our family, but not by genetics. It can only be bestowed upon you by the one who last possessed it. My great-aunt Tressa, for whom you were named, bestowed it on me when she passed on. I was a great favorite of hers, and I loved her dearly."
Her gaze became distant, reliving her past in her mind's eye. Sadness cloaked her face when she spoke again.
"She died when I was a child, suddenly and violently. I was quite young and had no warning. I did not understand what had happened. It was terrifying at first. The auras were so strong—overpowering, really. They blocked the physical person from my sight. However, I quickly learned to control the ability. Now when I meet someone for the first time, their aura is bold and obvious, but I'm able to tone it down." She sipped her tea before continuing.
"It's like when you meet someone with big ears. The ears are all you notice at first; you can hardly keep your eyes off them. But when you get used to the person, you stop noticing their ears, except every once in a while when it hits you: Joe really has big ears."
I nodded. "Do auras change?"
"Sometimes, but it’s rare. As I see them, anyway. It may have been different for the others before me, but I've only seen it happen once in my considerable lifetime."
She patted my knee.
"I suppose we better place wards around the estate in case any Unseelie fae have entered this realm. Will you go to the herb garden and get some cuttings for me?" she said, effectively ending the conversation.
"Of course, Mamó." As I put our dishes on the tray I asked, "Would you like me to take Sophia with me?"
"Let her be. Her father will return soon. And you can leave the tray there; Shamus will take it downstairs."
I leaned over and kissed her cheek. I was halfway to the door when she spoke again.
"Oh, and speaking of her father, I meant to tell you something about him." I turned back to her.
"What was that?" I had forgotten that she had mentioned him.
"His aura is different. Certainly not like any other human's I've ever seen. You're fighting your attraction to him, but you shouldn't."
"You know that just from seeing his aura?"
"You think running from him will keep him safe. However life isn't that simple. There are never any guarantees, no matter what you do. Don't miss out on love because
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