Heart Quest by Robin D Owens

Author:Robin D Owens [Owens, Robin D]
Format: epub
Published: 2010-01-19T00:23:00+00:00

Trif figured that meant "not good enough."

I am here too, announced Greyku, unlatching her claws and leaping down.

"So you are, FamCat," D'Holly acknowledged. "It's a pleasure to meet you too...." She raised her brows at Trif.

"My kitten's name is Greyku."

"Greetyou, Greyku."

Greyku sat in front of D'Holly, tail curled around her paws. I have heard of you from My friends, FamCats Meserv and Phyl.

A flash of pain crossed D'Holly's face, but her voice remained cool and steady. "Ah, the Fams of my son and daughter-in-law."

Surely, D'Holly wasn't supposed to call Holm and Lark her son and daughter-in-law! Hadn't the GreatLady broken her Vow of Honor to accept Lark into the Family? Trif didn't know where to look, so she focused on the small, elegant figure of Greyku.

Meserv and Phyl send their love, Greyku said matter-of-factly.

D'Holly smile was soft. "Thank you."

Greyku lifted a paw and studied her tiny pink pads. Holm and Lark Apple will be in Druida within the next eightday. T'Heather called them to consult with Healer Lark.

D'Holly's hand reached out for the solid back of a nearby comfortchair and she sank into it. "Thank you for telling me this," she said, tones husky.

No one said anything, and Trif was painfully aware of the last rattling note of her tin whistle on the music sphere.

Another minute passed; then D'Holly coughed into a softleaf and looked at Trif. "From my own Apprentice days, I do recall that the first thing I did was audition for my teacher."

Trif jerked a nod, raised the instrument case in her death grip.

Gaze sharpening, D'Holly said, "Let's see what you have there."

Trif walked over to a table and opened the case. Made especially for her by her father, it contained enough room for her wooden panpipes in a separate bag, her tin whistle, and her silver flute.

D'Holly joined her at the table; her hand drifted over the fine-grained wood of the top of the box, opened the smaller bag to see the panpipes. "Excellent workmanship. And so are the instruments. Did you make the panpipes yourself?"

Trif flushed. "Yes." She cleared her throat. "The design and where to find the raw material and everything came to me in a dream."

"Don't be so anxious, child, that is often the way. And I don't bite."

But the woman could dash Trif's soaring hope into crystal splinters too small to see but painful in the heart.

"Let's start with this one." D'Holly's fingers hovered over the silver flute, as if feeling the Flair it so often contained. She tilted her head in question.

Trif nodded and D'Holly picked it up. Trif couldn't tell what the Lady felt from her flute, D'Holly was too experienced a musician for that, but knew it had affected the woman in some way.

D'Holly ran her hands up and down the instrument. 'Truly, a wonderful flute. Well seasoned with Flair. You have a superior instrument here." Her gaze went past Trif to a collection of her own instruments hanging in a wall case behind a shieldspell. "I haven't played my own flute since .

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