Khari'na Made by Jean Winter

Author:Jean Winter [Winter, Jean]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Wintermuse
Published: 2016-12-27T08:00:00+00:00

CHAPTER 6

While she set the table, the window afforded a good view of J'Kor helping down a sweet-faced, light-brown haired girl in a bright bonnet. The girl hugged him hard then raised hands to his face, delighting in its new smoothness. J'Kor kissed her affectionately on the forehead. To the tall, gangly boy who leaped easily from the coach, he merely nodded.

J'Kor's son strode directly to the self-propelled carriage, clearly admiring the mechanical marvel. It looked like he was just beginning to develop the broad shoulders of his father and was the picture of how Lyra would have imagined J'Kor as a teenager. The girl, on the other hand, resembled the beautiful woman in the portrait Lyra had dusted the other day, though she exhibited a very soft build with movements and coordination reminiscent of a much younger child. J'Kor called his son back, who obliged only after veiling himself once more within his carefully crafted, bored, uninterested teenage visage.

Lyra turned her attentions back to her table setting and the soft clinking of plates and dinnerware, until galloping footsteps resounded on the porch. The door burst open and J'Kor's daughter practically tumbled in. She laid wide, innocent eyes on Lyra, then became eerily still in openmouthed astonishment.

Lyra hastily set down her handful of spoons. “Good evening, young miss,” she curtsied, “you must be Jos'lie. Your father has told me all about—”

Jos'lie gasped and scrambled back outside, leaving the door standing open.

“Strange. Jos'lie does no' usually react that way to strangers,” said Lady J'Kor from the sofa.

Lyra turned to her, flustered. “I'm so sorry, my lady. Did I do something wrong?”

“I do no' believe so. Jos'lie. Jos'lie, dear!” Lady J'Kor called to the girl. “Come back here and say hello to 'Na Lyra.”

A cautious, pixie-like face appeared in the corner of the window, eyes round as the moons as they stared at Lyra who retreated back to the table to quietly continue her work. She would give the girl space.

J'Kor's son entered next, arms full of luggage, and he looked Lyra up and down with a critical eye. “You are no' as pretty as my mother was,” he concluded. Then, he shrugged. “But at least I will no' have to clean the lavatory anymore. Hey, Shapler! Will you show me your mobile? Can I drive it?”

The luggage was dropped on the floor.

“Breht,” Lady J'Kor chided from her seat. “Come here and say hello to your grandmother before you run off to play mechanic with Mr. Shapler. I have no' seen you in a month.”

An apology was mumbled and Breht trudged to his grandmother to fulfill his duty.

J'Kor was carrying Jos'lie when he came in, her face bashfully hidden in his neck. Old and long as she was, Jos'lie seemed quite comfortable in her father's arms. “Breht, come take this luggage to your room. You know better than to drop your things in the middle o' the floor.”

“But is that no' the khar's job now?”

J'Kor's expression grew stern. “'Na Lyra is already busy with other things at the moment and I will still expect you to do your part.

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