Belated Celta Thursday, Cut from Lost Heart
She awoke, pain radiating through her. Though weariness hunkered behind her eyes, she couldn’t sleep. Her nerves itched. This morning she’d felt awful, too. She hadn’t quite been the same since . . . backtracking through the day, she found nothing…then the night before…that evening meal, the long nap in the afternoon, suffering through the nausea, the aching body, the filthy headache . . . after she’d been in Secure Vault Prime.
She rose and crossed to the long glass doors that led to the balcony, opened them and stepped out into the warm summer night. Not a hint of autumn coming next month. Glancing to her right, she saw only darkness from Glyssa’s rooms. Her sister had flown away to a new adventure at the excavation of the recently discovered starship, Lugh’s Spear and for other reasons Enata sensed but Glyssa had hidden from her and their parents.
Enata missed her sister, but they hadn’t been close since the spring. Enata rolled her shoulders. Mostly her fault. A deep dissatisfaction with her life had hit her about that time, along with an overwhelming loneliness and the hard realization that she didn’t have a HeartMate like her parents or her sister. She’d never connected with a HeartMate during the fugues that freed her Flair as her sister, her younger sister, had.
And HeartMates bonded so closely that they always died within a year of each other. So when one of her parents died . . . . and if Glyssa found and HeartBonded with her HeartMate and one of them perished . . . Enata would be left alone. The sole member of her Family.
She leaned on the rail and sucked in air. Here, in the privacy of her own rooms, she could weep. Self-pity. Anticipatory loss. Both of those emotions coursed through her, both rather foolish, but Lady and Lord, Enata ached.
Wiping her tears away, she noticed across the green park of their back grassyard, in the PublicLibrary that connected with their land, a small light shone in one wing. The building never closed, was always open and available to the public, with a librarian ready to serve patrons.
Impulsively, she decided to head back to the vault, discover what might have affected her.. Dressing in an acceptable robe if she were discovered and arranging her hair simply, Enata teleported to the staff’s basement pad closest to their strongest vault. No one should be down here unless a patron requested something from restricted stacks, very unlikely.