Celta Thursday, sneak peek Heart Fire
Druida City, Celta, 422 Years After Colonization, Early Spring
"I know you want my position, dear," the High Priestess of GreatCircle Temple, the main priestess on the planet, said to Tiana Mugwort.
Tiana stumbled over a small rock in the meditation path. Her mentor's comment caught her off guard. She'd been concentrating on keeping her new, expensive and white formal robe from catching on some of the twiggy bushes along the trail instead of watching where she was going.
"I hear you," she muttered. No help for it, she'd have to use psi-power, Flair, to coat her gown. She'd anticipated this career review would take place in an office instead of one of the winding paths near GreatCircle Temple.
With a huge, hopefully discreet breath, she used nearly the last of her Flair to protect her robe for a half-septhour. Surely that would be enough. She'd spent her psi energy recklessly this morning with several teleportations before the meeting.
She'd thought there'd be tea and flatsweets. Instead she needed to catch up, both on the path and with the conversation.
Of course she shouldn't have expected her own ambition to become the High Priestess -- no matter how masked behind a quiet manner -- to have been overlooked by the savvy woman.
Now to go look around the bed where Dingo and Mystery Merlin were chasing each other. I have to find them before tomorrow!