Read Online Blaize and the Maven: The Energetics Book 1 by Ellen Bard - Free Book Online Page B
Authors: Ellen Bard
Ads: Link
her.
Chapter 9
FIVE weeks after her Manipura trial Blaize found herself on a plane.
Time spent meditating in the energetics’ temple had helped her process her feelings of being abandoned, or sent away, by her family. Exploring and examining them despite the ‘ouch’ feelings they brought her, she was able to realise that she had total confidence in Fai and Marius’s love for her, and their attempts to do the right thing.
Now, on her way to her next Maven, she didn’t feel exactly enthusiastic, but she managed acceptance. Her journey gave her more time to centre herself, with several flights and a bus that took her from the hustle and bustle of Vancouver airport to a bus station at the edge of a small town.
She hadn’t spoken to Cuinn directly yet — they’d emailed a couple of times before Cuinn had directed her to Tierra, who’d helped Blaize with practicalities. Tierra had been friendly, and her emails managed a lively and welcoming tone.
Cuinn on the other hand … he was a bit of a mystery. His communication was terse, signed ‘C,’ with no niceties, and always focused on the factual information. There were no questions about herself, which Blaize didn’t mind. Well, OK, she did mind a bit, but then he hadn’t responded to her probes about him either.
Maybe it was a guy thing. She’d been used to working with her Aunt, a woman and a family member, on her dominant Chakra, and Blaize wasn’t sure if working with a male Maven would be different. Or whether she would like it.
She sighed as she got down off the bus and stretched out the kinks, trying to shake off a sense of apprehension. She reminded herself of her promise to be positive — after all, she could be here for years.
She looked around the deserted bus station. A lone woman stood waiting at the exit gate, reading from a tablet. Given that no one else was in sight, Blaize assumed she must be Tierra. Cuinn’s delegated again .
Cuinn certainly gave a good impression of someone disinterested in her. How would that work when he was her Maven? The bonding ritual would create a link between them that would be long-lasting. Perhaps he was giving her space until then, when there would be a lot less choice about the two of them interacting.
She walked to the petite, curvy woman, who looked up and smiled. She radiated an earthy femininity — warm and natural. Blaize faltered, intimidated by her despite the fact that she could probably take her out in seconds. Blaize was good with violence. She was less good with unconditional acceptance.
Tierra was quick to close the gap between them, and Blaize's hands were already half-raised in a defensive gesture before Tierra had thrown her arms around her. Tierra was a good few inches shorter than Blaize, with a soft, long skirt the colour of pine needles, and a fitted white sweater.
Tierra stepped back and met Blaize’s gaze with dark-chocolate coloured eyes.
“Pleased to meet you! I’m Tierra. Of course I am, who else would I be? It’s so exciting you’re here! Your boxes have already arrived; I’ve put them in your cottage. You’ll love it; it has privacy but is close enough to the main house that you can pop over whenever you need. And for meals! It will be great to have someone else to cook for. I just love cooking.”
Blaize let the words stream over her, and considered interrupting but decided there was no need. Tierra kept up her chatter all the way to the car, and for most of the half-hour journey back to the house. She peppered Blaize with questions, but rarely gave her the opportunity to answer them, which was fine with the weary Blaize. Despite that, Tierra was extremely likeable, a nurturing and agreeable presence.
Eventually Tierra said, “Almost there. It’s spring now — a few weeks ago we still had snow, but it’s starting to warm up. I guess still a lot colder than you’re used to.”
Blaize nodded. She was wrapped up warm — a lot more warmly than
Chapter 9
FIVE weeks after her Manipura trial Blaize found herself on a plane.
Time spent meditating in the energetics’ temple had helped her process her feelings of being abandoned, or sent away, by her family. Exploring and examining them despite the ‘ouch’ feelings they brought her, she was able to realise that she had total confidence in Fai and Marius’s love for her, and their attempts to do the right thing.
Now, on her way to her next Maven, she didn’t feel exactly enthusiastic, but she managed acceptance. Her journey gave her more time to centre herself, with several flights and a bus that took her from the hustle and bustle of Vancouver airport to a bus station at the edge of a small town.
She hadn’t spoken to Cuinn directly yet — they’d emailed a couple of times before Cuinn had directed her to Tierra, who’d helped Blaize with practicalities. Tierra had been friendly, and her emails managed a lively and welcoming tone.
Cuinn on the other hand … he was a bit of a mystery. His communication was terse, signed ‘C,’ with no niceties, and always focused on the factual information. There were no questions about herself, which Blaize didn’t mind. Well, OK, she did mind a bit, but then he hadn’t responded to her probes about him either.
Maybe it was a guy thing. She’d been used to working with her Aunt, a woman and a family member, on her dominant Chakra, and Blaize wasn’t sure if working with a male Maven would be different. Or whether she would like it.
She sighed as she got down off the bus and stretched out the kinks, trying to shake off a sense of apprehension. She reminded herself of her promise to be positive — after all, she could be here for years.
She looked around the deserted bus station. A lone woman stood waiting at the exit gate, reading from a tablet. Given that no one else was in sight, Blaize assumed she must be Tierra. Cuinn’s delegated again .
Cuinn certainly gave a good impression of someone disinterested in her. How would that work when he was her Maven? The bonding ritual would create a link between them that would be long-lasting. Perhaps he was giving her space until then, when there would be a lot less choice about the two of them interacting.
She walked to the petite, curvy woman, who looked up and smiled. She radiated an earthy femininity — warm and natural. Blaize faltered, intimidated by her despite the fact that she could probably take her out in seconds. Blaize was good with violence. She was less good with unconditional acceptance.
Tierra was quick to close the gap between them, and Blaize's hands were already half-raised in a defensive gesture before Tierra had thrown her arms around her. Tierra was a good few inches shorter than Blaize, with a soft, long skirt the colour of pine needles, and a fitted white sweater.
Tierra stepped back and met Blaize’s gaze with dark-chocolate coloured eyes.
“Pleased to meet you! I’m Tierra. Of course I am, who else would I be? It’s so exciting you’re here! Your boxes have already arrived; I’ve put them in your cottage. You’ll love it; it has privacy but is close enough to the main house that you can pop over whenever you need. And for meals! It will be great to have someone else to cook for. I just love cooking.”
Blaize let the words stream over her, and considered interrupting but decided there was no need. Tierra kept up her chatter all the way to the car, and for most of the half-hour journey back to the house. She peppered Blaize with questions, but rarely gave her the opportunity to answer them, which was fine with the weary Blaize. Despite that, Tierra was extremely likeable, a nurturing and agreeable presence.
Eventually Tierra said, “Almost there. It’s spring now — a few weeks ago we still had snow, but it’s starting to warm up. I guess still a lot colder than you’re used to.”
Blaize nodded. She was wrapped up warm — a lot more warmly than
Similar Books
