Taliana found herself grinning as she made her way through the crowd. Slowly the familiar threads of her friends were winding together with those that she had learned more recently, new friends. The Author from the Masque had returned! And she appeared to have brought new friends. Taliana couldn’t wait to see what fun they might add to this party.
Taliana watched as the Author vanished into the crowd, her friends seeming to be adjusting slowly to the crowd. She made note of their threads, those would be ones to follow.
Further into the crows she heard a familiar voice, Havrik had gathered a small crowd, including a lovely young woman with what appeared to be some sort of birds wings tucked to her side. She was laughing at something Havrik had said and as Taliana approached the crowd they opened the circle to make room for her. From the ways the threads around them interacted Taliana assumed these were other Wish Bringers that had joined Havrik for the party this year. Taliana knew that, while they often had to work individually (and often in secret) her party’s were the one time exception where they got to actually join the celebrations, to mingle with the crowd.
“Sometimes you have to guide the wishes though,” the woman was saying, “people know what they want, but they don’t necessarily know how to really get at what they really want.”
“Isn’t that unethical?” A young man curly red hair asked, “I mean, we’re supposed to grant their wish, not guide their wishes.”
Taliana listened quietly, catching Havriks eye at this point. He smiled, but said nothing — through the years he had often helped to guide her wishes, in his own quiet way. And she was always grateful for it.
“My mother recently told me a story about a wish she granted, where I think the guidance was important.” The winged woman argued, “You see, there was this one girl, her name was Robin….”