Dark Weaver (Weaver Series) by Dena Nicotra Read Free Book Online

clearly skirting the issue.
    “Okay, so you can quit with the sugarcoating.  Just give it to me straight sweetie, you’re trying to tell me, in the politest way you can that I’ll be lacking in manners in Weaverland aren’t you?”  He stopped pacing and when our eyes met, we both started laughing. 
    The rest of the day was spent going over the logistics of traveling, and then at my insistence we spent some time on social graces.  From bowing to dialect, Kalan educated me on proper behavior and the formal expectations of a weaver.  This was very important to me because I wanted to make a good impression for him.  Of course, as a southern girl I was tickled to death by the nuances of communication because there are a million southern sayings that simply don’t make the translation in other regions.  Although the same could be said of folks from California to a southerner – and don’t even get me started on fashion differences! If the girls back home wore half of the things they did in California, God only knows the gossip mill would be working overtime.  As my loving mentor continued with my lessons, I tried to cement every detail in my mind.  This wasn’t easy because I was a wreck just thinking about the fact that if I didn’t follow his instructions I could end up as a pile of dust.  On top of that, time was playing peek-a-boo with me…and I didn’t even know where I was hiding.
    From what I learned, fashion in Era was also very unique.  Almost everyone wore the clothing from the era that they were most familiar with.  He explained that I could expect to see all sorts of variations in styles, and mixtures of fashions from different periods in time.  He pushed images mentally to help me familiarize myself and some of them just made me giggle.  I guess my mind was simply gravitating toward the humor in all of this because it was becoming more surreal the more Kalan shared.  As the day wore on, I felt more and more like this was not going to be an easy experience for me.  I wasn’t born into this life.  I was just a simple girl from the country, and a big part of me wanted to stay that way.  I had one thing going for me, and that was the fact that I was a master weaver with abilities gifted by royalty.  According to Kalan, the rarity of that would give me a high level of respect, regardless of lineage.
    Despite my trepidation, I slapped on a brave face when Kalan said it was time.  He gave me a kiss and took my hands in his.  He had already changed into his traveling clothes – a loose, white tunic and matching pants. He looked like he should be lounging on a beach in some tropical setting, and I couldn’t help but think how much I would prefer to be weaving to such a place instead.  I weaved myself into a pale blue sundress and my favorite pair of flat sandals since he said it would be warm there (which made me super happy), and then I splurged and made sure my toes were painted a light shade of pink.  I figured I needed to make a nice impression so what the heck.  Once I was content with my attire, I did as he instructed and closed my eyes.  Next I focused on my breathing taking several deep, calming breaths to avoid the nausea.  Although I kept my eyes shut tight, I felt as though I were falling.  Nothing he could have said would have prepared me for that sensation! It was like stepping off the top of a skyscraper, or going down the scariest roller coaster imaginable.  My stomach lurched and I would have screamed bloody murder if it had lasted one second longer.  I don’t like scary rides one little bit so I was overwhelmed with a sense of relief when it ended as abruptly as it had began.

Chapter Three
    “We’re here.  You can open your eyes now.”  I loosened the death-grip I had on his hands and opened my eyes.  We were standing on what appeared to be a giant glass block of some sort.  Kalan had explained to me that entry was monitored to protect against dark weavers,