The Weaver's Source

Chapter 6

Gabi fluttered about me as she made tea. I sat by the fire with a blanket wrapped round me, shivering lightly. I didn't know why I was so cold, it hadn't be so awful outside. I took the mug gratefully when Gabi presented it to me then narrowed my eyes in suspicion when she sat next to me with a very expectant and excited expression on her face. She fidgeted when I remained silent until she couldn't stop herself from speaking.

"So?" She blurted out with impatience.

"So what?"

"So, what was he like? What was his name?"

I hesitated. "I don't know his name and I didn't speak to him that much."

Gabi looked a little annoyed. Obviously she expected my reaction at facing my Weaver for the first time a little differently. Possibly a little less scared and more enthused. I had to admit, I agreed with her. I had always imagined my Weaver to welcome me with open arms and not as...hostile as he actually had. As if he didn't recognise me.

"Well, what was the impression then?"

"Stern and someone who is quite irritable but that's all I gathered." I mumbled. 

I wished silently that I had spoken to him longer so I could actually know who I was tied to for the rest of my life. He scared me though. Scared me in a way no other had.

"And what did he look like?"

I reddened a little as I remembered his face; a face that was both new and familiar to me. Gabi grinned slyly.

"You liked what you saw." She guessed.

I glowed brightly and fidgeted. Gabi laughed. I glared.

"Don't laugh." I demanded defensively.

"I'm sorry, Lyra. Seeing you show interest in a man is rare." She said, holding her hand up to her mouth to hide her smile and slowly sobered a little. "I'm so happy he's found you."

I remembered how he reacted to me and what he said about my eyes, as if he wasn't familiar with me at all. "I'm not sure he knows who I am."

Gabi blinked and laughed lightly. "Of course he does. You're his Source."

"Yes but he might not be mine, Gabi." I stammered. "I could be wrong and jumping to conclusions."

"How can you be wrong?"

"I've never had a man get that close to me. For all I know, I'm just flustered from the attention and little else." I said, my cheeks flaring as I recalled how he'd held me, how close he'd been.

Gabi gave me a disapproving frown. "Since when have you been flustered around any man. None in town have ever interested you since you've been dreaming." She stared at me and folded her arms. "Well, how did your magic react?"

I hesitated. My magic had reacted to him, insistent I draw close to him and fanning my instant attraction to him, 

"I'm not sure what it was doing but he didn't stay with me. He was quick to get away." I couldn't help the frown of sadness covering my face and placed the cup aside. "Although I was too. The magic was a little too much."

Gabi's face brightened with triumph. 

"There you go then. Your magic is telling you something new. Listen to it." She urged. "If he's not recognised you instantly, it could be because the magic works differently to him. We've no idea what it's like for the Weaver, only you. Maybe he's not recognised you because he's never been exposed to you in any way." Gabi sighed then snatched up my hands to force encourage me to stand. "To town we go. I want to find him and speak with him. If we tell him who you are, he should change."