overdone dramatics, he turned to face us. “
Prince Kalan , if you would be so kind as to instruct her on the expectations of this proceeding, you may enter when you are ready to begin.” He bowed low and with that, he disappeared. Assumedly he entered the room leaving us alone in the entryway. I had to wonder why he didn’t just weave us directly to this location, but what did I know of the rules in this place? Besides, I was happy that I was able to see some of Kalan’s home, even if it was rushed.
Kalan exhaled heavily and looked directly into my eyes, but did not speak. I smiled at him but his expression remained blank. I was stunned at what happened next. Mind to mind he forced knowledge into my brain that he had not shared with me at home. It was such an aggressive act that it caught me by complete surprise, making my nose burn and my eyes water. “Kalan that hurts,” I whispered. To which he gave no response. Rather, he pushed the doors open and placed his hand on the small of my back to encourage me to continue. I lost my balance, and Kalan shoved me forward. In the back of my mind I thought, get it together Jo-Jo . I brushed at my nose, which I realized was bleeding. Not wanting to make a mess of myself, I weaved a tissue and held it to my face. Classy, but what else could I do?
The room was more like a cathedral with marble floors and vaulted ceilings. Embedded within the octagon angles, I noticed enormous fan blades that turned within gear-like structures. I was equally impressed by an assortment of clocks built into the walls. Aside from the ticking sounds they emitted, it was unnervingly quiet. To my dismay, I realized that thousands of people sat in elaborate grandstands that went from floor to ceiling. I felt like I’d entered a deranged Roman gladiator arena. Seven people were seated on a vaulted, glass stage before us. Torvin had a higher chair in the middle, with three women to his right and three men to his left. I had a momentary surge of panic and debated weaving myself out of this place. Somehow, I just knew if I tried, it wouldn’t work so I continued toward the Elders until I was directly in front of them.
I curtsied as low as I could, and then took a position on my knees b efore them. I was still holding the stupid tissue to my nose and feeling less than confident. The crowd murmured and despite my handicap, I sensed that I’d behaved as expected to their surprise. Kalan was escorted by two young boys dressed in puffy pants that were stuffed into knee-high boots. Both of them had bronze colored tubes that twisted down their arms and fluted into smooth bands that wrapped around their wrists. I thought it was odd that they were both wearing round sunglasses indoors, but that wasn’t the weirdest part. They were wearing what looked like over-sized oil filters around their necks! At first I thought they were going to perform some sort of musical number, or maybe a dance routine but as they continued I realized they were guarding Kalan. I thought they were directing him toward me, but they lead him instead to an ornate throne bedecked with an assortment of machinery that looked like gears and spiky clock hands. I hadn’t noticed it at first because it was placed just to the left of the glass stage. I watched in astonishment as he abandoned me before the crowd, taking his seat on the crushed red velvet. He’d promised not to leave me! I’d never felt so betrayed!
“ Let us not waste time as we all know its value. Every moment is but an empty vessel, a haphazard trinket of misguided fate unless we unravel the threads that define them, and make them something more. Something resonant, meaningful, and right. This is the sacred work of weavers and has been for all of time.” You could have heard a pin drop as that man spoke. All eyes were on him now, mine included. “In this moment in time, we will
Prince Kalan , if you would be so kind as to instruct her on the expectations of this proceeding, you may enter when you are ready to begin.” He bowed low and with that, he disappeared. Assumedly he entered the room leaving us alone in the entryway. I had to wonder why he didn’t just weave us directly to this location, but what did I know of the rules in this place? Besides, I was happy that I was able to see some of Kalan’s home, even if it was rushed.
Kalan exhaled heavily and looked directly into my eyes, but did not speak. I smiled at him but his expression remained blank. I was stunned at what happened next. Mind to mind he forced knowledge into my brain that he had not shared with me at home. It was such an aggressive act that it caught me by complete surprise, making my nose burn and my eyes water. “Kalan that hurts,” I whispered. To which he gave no response. Rather, he pushed the doors open and placed his hand on the small of my back to encourage me to continue. I lost my balance, and Kalan shoved me forward. In the back of my mind I thought, get it together Jo-Jo . I brushed at my nose, which I realized was bleeding. Not wanting to make a mess of myself, I weaved a tissue and held it to my face. Classy, but what else could I do?
The room was more like a cathedral with marble floors and vaulted ceilings. Embedded within the octagon angles, I noticed enormous fan blades that turned within gear-like structures. I was equally impressed by an assortment of clocks built into the walls. Aside from the ticking sounds they emitted, it was unnervingly quiet. To my dismay, I realized that thousands of people sat in elaborate grandstands that went from floor to ceiling. I felt like I’d entered a deranged Roman gladiator arena. Seven people were seated on a vaulted, glass stage before us. Torvin had a higher chair in the middle, with three women to his right and three men to his left. I had a momentary surge of panic and debated weaving myself out of this place. Somehow, I just knew if I tried, it wouldn’t work so I continued toward the Elders until I was directly in front of them.
I curtsied as low as I could, and then took a position on my knees b efore them. I was still holding the stupid tissue to my nose and feeling less than confident. The crowd murmured and despite my handicap, I sensed that I’d behaved as expected to their surprise. Kalan was escorted by two young boys dressed in puffy pants that were stuffed into knee-high boots. Both of them had bronze colored tubes that twisted down their arms and fluted into smooth bands that wrapped around their wrists. I thought it was odd that they were both wearing round sunglasses indoors, but that wasn’t the weirdest part. They were wearing what looked like over-sized oil filters around their necks! At first I thought they were going to perform some sort of musical number, or maybe a dance routine but as they continued I realized they were guarding Kalan. I thought they were directing him toward me, but they lead him instead to an ornate throne bedecked with an assortment of machinery that looked like gears and spiky clock hands. I hadn’t noticed it at first because it was placed just to the left of the glass stage. I watched in astonishment as he abandoned me before the crowd, taking his seat on the crushed red velvet. He’d promised not to leave me! I’d never felt so betrayed!
“ Let us not waste time as we all know its value. Every moment is but an empty vessel, a haphazard trinket of misguided fate unless we unravel the threads that define them, and make them something more. Something resonant, meaningful, and right. This is the sacred work of weavers and has been for all of time.” You could have heard a pin drop as that man spoke. All eyes were on him now, mine included. “In this moment in time, we will
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