Chapter 8: Stumbles
Wicus was comfortably settled back at home. He was reasonably sure that he wouldn’t be interrupted. Waxine had fluttered out of the residence, going off to visit another of her Luminary buddies. He opened a viewing portal with a swipe of his hand to check on the girl’s whereabouts. It was about the size of a medium flat screen TV. A thin membrane called a skim covered the other side of the magical opening making it invisible to human eyes.
As a rule he didn’t often spy on humans unless he was preparing a soul mate match and even then it was only to make sure there were no snags along the way. He hated problems that side-tracked his well-laid plains.
Besides, there were simply too many people, millions of them, to try and keep up with any of them for a prolonged period of time.
Yet the seer had foretold that great things were expected from Emily Wren and the release of her soul magic. Wicus kept tabs on the girl now and then. The small window into the world of man revealed nothing too shocking.
“Well that’s not surprising,” he murmured.
Emily Wren was on the way home from an evening run. Her dog leading the way, tugging on his leash as he trotted ahead of her.
“No doubt, she’s going to drop off the coins I left out,” Wicus spoke to himself, eyeing the scene calmly.
The girl kept them in a jar in the kitchen. She was nothing if not predictable.