Page 47 of Just a Beta (Betas in Waiting)
“When she has a moment.”
The appetizers arrived, and Emhara wanted to clap happily, but she let the happiness show on her face after the first bite.It was really nice.The food was good, and she had friends.That made it amazing.
When a huge dark elf escorted a smaller pregnant light elf, they were both dazzled and escorted by a woman with long dark hair in a series of glorious twists that kept it contained.Her dress was black, and the small connections held it at the top of her shoulders.The sleeves were long panels that left the inside open, so her arms were always free.A thick gold band was on her left wrist, and it glowed against the dark caramel of her skin.But the eyes in a green so dark that it looked black had streaks of gold, and her face shape was simply...perfect.She was beauty.
Meritha grinned.“Hello, Nimue.”
The woman with the soft English accent said, “Thanks for the call, Meritha.This is going to be fun.”
“The least I could do.”Meritha inclined her head.
Nimue turned and walked back to the entryway.
Duran smiled.“Teyval, Myrtle, this is Emhara, and you may know Meritha Van Housen.”
Meritha asked, “Emhara, what do you see?”
“Dark elf with reading glasses, tusks, and four arms, each with a stack of books, and thousands of books behind him.She is also covered in books, but she’s a light elf with red eyes, and the stack of books with her supports a laptop.Definite writer.”She ate the marrow on toast and sighed happily.
Myrtle was still stunned.“How long have you been out and about?”
Emhara shrugged.“Puberty.”
Meritha nodded.“The same.I don’t know about Nimue, but she is the mage of beauty and truth.Perfect to straighten out lying would-be clients.”
Myrtle asked, “How many of you are there?”
“Don’t know.I know of twelve so far.Have met seven.We keep to ourselves and do our own thing as we pursue our focuses.”
Myrtle whispered, “What is your focus?Both of you?”
Emhara smiled.“Art and seeing truth.I have just started my ability to find my focus.My path was...not kind.”
“What kind of art?”
“Drawing, choreography, if it can be seen and appreciated.If it can visually touch the soul, I want to be in on it.”She flexed her fingers.
Meritha smiled.“She’s already gotten one choreography out into the world.”
Myrtle blinked.“Really?”
“Really.Her team won Tiberia’s spirit dancing, and the local schools got a new meal program from it.”
Myrtle looked for her phone, and it appeared in Teyval’s palm.“Thanks, sweetie.”
Samsor grinned.“Scourge of the battlefield, hunter of the wastes, and now you are...sweetie?”
“Yes, proudly.When it happens to you, you will welcome it.”Teyval looked over Myrtle’s shoulder.
“I look forward to proving you right.”Samsor grinned.
Emhara finished her plate and smiled.“That was nice.”
Myrtle smiled.“How do you eat that stuff?”
“What I might answer is not for this table.”
“Why not?”
