Maps, Artifacts, and Other Arcane Magic (Dowser Series Book 5) by Doidge Meghan Ciana

Author:Doidge, Meghan Ciana [Doidge, Meghan Ciana]
Language: eng
Format: mobi, epub
Publisher: Old Man in the CrossWalk Productions
Published: 2015-07-23T07:00:00+00:00

CHAPTER NINE

‘The far seer awaits you,’ was pretty much the worst thing anyone could ever say to me. Ever.

Just to make that statement even more soul-crushingly terrifying, I walked through the portal to find the far seer — as expected — waiting in the nexus, and decked out in his usual gold-trimmed white robes. He glanced at Warner, eyed me up and down, and said, ‘Ah. Not today.” Then he wandered off toward the dragon residences.

I looked at Warner, who shrugged.

“A shrug is not an appropriate response in this situation,” I said, then instantly regretted my tone. “I’m sorry …”

“Walking under the gaze of the far seer must be unsettling,” Warner said.

He didn’t step closer to me, though I couldn’t blame him. My father might walk in on us at any moment, and I wasn’t sure how the warrior of the guardians felt about his newly found mortal daughter dating the sentinel of the instruments of assassination. God, my blood ran cold every time I thought of my dad and the instruments at the same time.

What the hell was I doing standing around?

I turned toward the door that led to the territory of South America, looking at it closely to make sure it was the correct one. It was constructed out of a smooth deep-red wood — bloodwood, I thought — and intricately carved like all the other doors of the nexus. I wasn’t sure of the nature of the design, though. Incan? Or Mayan? I knew those were cultures from South America’s history, but I wasn’t sure of the differences between the two.

The only good thing about walking through the portal into the nexus was that it somehow seared off all the dissolved foam that had dried on me, so I didn’t feel so sticky anymore. Though I steadfastly refused to acknowledge the crisply burnt shoulder of my pretty new sweater.

I reached for the door, pausing when I realized there was no visible handle. That was different … I hadn’t realized that certain territories could be closed. Or maybe I was reading too much into it and all it needed was a solid push —

“We should ask permission.” Warner’s tone was measured and slightly cautious, as if he thought I might explode for absolutely no reason. “And get supplies.”

“Supplies?” I said testily. I hated that walking-on-eggshells tone, especially from men, even if I was just imagining it now. I also hated being questioned as I was about to charge into battle. “You need supplies?”

“No,” he answered. “You need supplies.”

I turned on him. “Yeah? Like a bathing suit?”

“No,” he answered calmly. “A bathing suit would be unwise at the top of the Andes in January … well, at any time of the year.”

I snapped my mouth shut to chew on that piece of information. I actually wasn’t too sure what the Andes were … mountains, from the sound of it.

“I’d hate to see you ruin that pretty dress further …”

“It’s a sweater,” I said petulantly, though I was amenable to him cajoling me out of my temper before it got out of hand.

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