After a long absence, we’re back! Now, without further ado, here’s a snippet from Faerie Rising…
Guitar music filtered through the foot traffic, and Etienne looked around, finally finding a young man with an instrument that saw more love and attention than his clothing, sitting on the sidewalk between two storefront windows. His head was lowered over his guitar, eyes closed and long brown curls hiding much of his face as he gave himself over to his music. Etienne tapped Kian on the elbow to keep him from wandering on ahead without him and made his way toward the street musician, feeling the music pulling at him like a gentle hand. It was beautiful, even more beautiful than the music played in his mother’s court. The boy was better than Kian, who Etienne loved to listen to play.
His music reminded him – Etienne stopped short, eyes wide – reminded him of his father. Chretien de Aquitaine had been a magnificent musician. His music and his beauty had drawn Etienne’s mother’s attention, much to the troubadour’s misfortune.
The street musician’s hands stilled on his strings, stroked the wood of the guitar, and finally looked up at Etienne through his long curls. A small smile brushed over his lips.
Etienne was frozen, still struck by his memories. “Who…?”
The young man shook his head. “The question you need to ask is ‘Where?’”
Etienne’s brows drew in.
The street musician stretched his thin arm and pointed down the block, deeper into the Historical District. “What you want is that way. Across the street and next door to the cupcake place. Olde Curiosity’s Gift Shoppe.”
Etienne craned his neck to look down the sidewalk, and then snapped back to look down at the boy. “Did you say ‘Curiosity’s’?” Arthur’s wife had been named Curiosity! He remembered!
The boy’s gentle smile widened, and he nodded once. “Now you understand me.”
Etienne dug into his jeans pocket and dropped the last of his change into the boy’s guitar case. He turned, eager to pursue this new lead, and then turned back to thank him. But what came out of his mouth was, “Who are you?”
The boy swung his long hair back behind his shoulder, revealing more of his face. Pretty, but well within human normal. “I’m just Stephen. Welcome to Seahaven.”
Etienne looked more closely at Stephen, and he was indeed as he appeared. Simply human. Clearing his throat to cover his confusion he said, “Well, thank you, Stephen.”
The boy smiled and inclined his head with grace. “Anytime.” He then set to playing again.