~ Undercurrents ~
Cyclonis sipped her tea, blowing on it before every cautious sip. She was sitting in Furor's office by invitation. The older man had offered tea as refreshment during a Council recess. She wasn't really one to say no to tea. Especially since it was Furor offering, he was a much better conversationalist than Aerrow. Furor understood crystal equations and their intricacies. Aerrow had difficulty with checkers stratagem.
How she had lost to the Storm Hawks so many times she still didn't understand.
The conversation was inconsequential; not even politically based. It was nice not to have to over analyze everything she said.
"So have you decided what you're doing for Vesper?" Furor asked politely, sipping at his own cup of tea.
She shrugged, "I think I'll look after the family plots this year. They need tending." And give the Sky Knight some fresh air.
Furor blinked owlishly, "Oh. I didn't expect that."
"Why so surprised?" she asked.
"Well, I had thought you were going to attend the Council ceremonies. You've attended each one for the past several years."
Cyclonis shrugged. "You're attending the ceremonies then?"
"No, there's something of a personal matter I need to attend to. Tempest and the other have already been informed."
This was an interesting development. Furor might be of a minor house, considered by most as a harmless historian, but he was one of the most knowledgeable. She would have thought Tempest would be more concerned about losing that during some of the more delicate parts of the ceremonies.
"I do believe Master Typhon is taking my usual position, if I remember correctly."
Ah, political motivation. Typhon was constantly riding Tempest's shirttails.
"I'm sure you'll be missed," she provided.
With a hint of bitterness Furor replied, "I'm sure you're right."
A/N: Guess who's back XD