Three Twisted Knots

Gwyneth: I’d have said anyone other than me would be more fitting to have this quote from Proverbs apply to them, but I woke to find it painted upon my body.

I couldn’t concentrate.

I drew wards on my hands.

Finally, I went into the village, where I met with Dyisi.

Along the way, I don’t know. I became more lighthearted. Which is to say I think I lost my mind.

By the time I’d got to Mysthaven, I was in such a happy and manic mood I could even be amused when Dyisi admitted it to me that she had counselled Nathaniel to propose marriage to me.

Well, fuck me gently with a chainsaw, Heather.

Kern and Dyisi matched wits. Or should I say Kern got close to Dyisi and stood on the end of her staff and I think he had some kind of a sexual awakening, which I know is difficult to imagine because Kern is the randiest demifae I’ve ever met, and they’re all randy. Oh, fine. Most of them are randy.

So now if Nathaniel, who is not Sidhe and part unholy predator, and who can lie, asks me for my hand in marriage, I’ll have to wonder if he’s doing it because Dyisi suggested it.

Some days, I do not enjoy being a girl.

I didn’t stay in the village long. I made my way back to the Residence as soon as there was some even remotely usable excuse. Where I took a long walk through our Seelie Lands and found myself finally in the lily pond, just dabbling my toes and communing with the fish.

I couldn’t shake this weird feeling, though. There must be something to having a relationship, a friendship even, with Dyisi. It was the oddest thing: I could just feel her there, even though I’d left her back in the village. I suppose it could be worse, though: I could be getting midnight visits from Gwythyr.

Probably shouldn’t have said that.