Molly continues to expand my education. She is a wonderful, generous
girl. It is certain that I want instruction, as was shown devastatingly
this afternoon. I am afraid that I did not comport myself well with my
cousins, especially insofar as their attention was drawn to me. My tactic
thus far had been to make myself as noticeable as possible so that I would
be dismissed as irrelevant. It was a beautiful ploy, and I do not doubt
that it would have succeeded had these surface dwellers the brains to be
clever. As it was, two of them immediately seized upon the notion that I
was related, so far that they claimed to know that I had walked the
Pattern! They came dangerously close to guessing my heritage to the point
of naming Mother as a certainty. I tried my best to dissuade them, but
really, if Mother hadn't wanted to be caught, she oughtn't have sent them
the bait with which to fetch her. It is true that the third was dull, and
the fourth was quietly amused, but the fifth! Ah, Lyss (for that IS how
to spell it; I asked around). A gentle creature of wit and beauty and
dark, dark hair. Long, dark hair. Tomorrow eve I shall dine with thee,
fair lady, but for the nonce I am otherwise engaged. My thoughts, I fear,
rest deeply, far beneath my spirits. Ah, the life of a wanton.
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