“One day the muannai will be as free to travel between the Mortal and Enchanted worlds as the rest of you are. That’s my dream,” Goring said.
“No, they won’t,” Flora said.
“Ah. You can foresee the future. Is that a special talent spring faeries possess?”
“Anyone can read the times, compare them to the winds of change, and draw their own conclusion.”
“Now you’re a poet.”
“Flattery doesn’t become you, Zachariah. Umbra’s incarnation will close the ancient doors. It won’t open new ones,” Flora said.
Goring twisted the cuff of his fitted white shirt. “And you know this, how?”
“The Whole is self-protecting, and Umbra is mortal ash. Everything about him is dead to the Mortal World. Incarnated or not, it will repel him.”
“Then why bother?”
“No one argues the Whole is out of balance. That something must be done,” Flora said.
Goring prodded her. “Least of all you.”
Her eyes flashed. “Least of all me.”
The muannaye leaned back in his chair. “The truth is that none of us here, at this table, or anywhere in the Whole, know what new age Umbra’s incarnation will usher in.”
Flora raised her glass of beer. “But we can all agree that it will be a new one.”
Goring picked up his glass to match Flora’s toast. “To the advent of a new age, a springtime in history,” he said.
This week's song comes from @RachmiFebrianty's Half Faerie playlist. She selected "Flora's Secret" by Enya as the perfect musical expression of the spring faerie's soul…I agree.
And yes, Flora does have a secret…