Celta Thursday, Heart Change, Cratag cut scene chap 13 end, after scry with Laev
Cratag rubbed his head, feeling more helpless than he had in a long time. He didn't know, exactly, what he was doing here, no solid mission. He didn't understand – in his gut – great Flair or Passage or HeartMates.
The place was beautiful but strange, the woman beautiful and strangely compelling.
"Is everything all right with young HawthornHeir? I knew you were worried about his Passage," the very woman Cratag was thinking about said, standing at the threshold of his sitting room. Had he closed the door? He didn't recall it latching, and gravity, or the Residence, might have swung it open.
"Yes, all is well." He let a breath out slowly. "His Passage is coming along smoothly." Cratag hesitated.
"You'd like him to visit here," Signet said.
"Yes, MidAfternoon Bell."
She nodded. "Avellana's Flair seems relatively stable, and my own catalyst Flair doesn't appear to be affecting her yet." Signet raised her brows at him.
Cratag nodded. "Yes, I think I'm being affected by you – by your Flair." Definitely by her and the attraction that vibrated between them. He went on, "My senses seem to be becoming sharper, and my Flair stronger in general." He shrugged. "I don't think even with all the catalyst nature of your Flair my own will increase to much more."
"Maybe not." She smiled at him and knots in his muscles that he hadn't known he'd had untangled. "I'm going to take Avellana to the craft room now." There was a slight lift in her voice as if asking if he'd join them.
"I need to look around the Residence again." Find a room suitable for sparring.
She spread her hands. "Be at home."
But when she left Cratag admitted that he wasn't quite sure who or where or what "home" was.
As I said this was the original end of chapter 13. I hope you enjoy.