Mira listened intent as Madame Jones spoke, her hand curled under her chin. Even as the room swam in darkness and the older woman spoke of their fates, Mira’s expression never seemed to waver beyond quiet contemplation. The truth was, she was shaking inside. The thought of this malignant seer breaking through their dreams as his plans left the fate of the world hanging in the balance frightened her. Even so, joining up with these people to try and find out what was going on would solve her current problem of getting out of the city as soon as possible. Mira’s concern about finding a stable job and making a life for herself was swept away by the Madame’s dark omens. Mira could even feel a sort of nagging in the back of her mind. Perhaps it was Boleyk, sending faint tremors through their bond, nudging her in the right direction, or whatever direction he wanted her to go. She knew that he could see and hear everything she could, so it was quite possible that he was urging her from afar. 


Then, the Madame turned her attentions to each person at the table, allowing Mira the chance to gain some insight on the others. She recognized them, but only from fleeting encounters and knew almost nothing about, aside from Johnny. When Madame turned her gaze towards Mira, she froze in her seat, the awkwardness of the situation hitting her full force. As the older woman mentioned Boleyk’s selfishness with a sneer, Mira could practically hear his temper tantrum even now. Already she dreading her next communication with him.


At Madame’s mention of her heritage, Mira’s heart leapt into her throat for the umpteenth time today. She had hidden her contract from her family, not wanting to get them wrapped up in magical matters that might endanger them. The thought of this affecting them back home where she couldn’t help them was bone chilling. Even worse was the idea that they were involved already, or had been the whole time.


[i]“Now, I assume you all have questions for me. Please. I will answer the best I can.”[/i]

Mira snapped out of her reverie, meeting each person at the table with a brief inquisitive glance before asking, “...when and where do we need to go?”