[morriss003]

This is a story about a girl who can not only see the colors of a man's aura, she can tell what color corresponds to what emotion.


"Then I turned and hurried toward the large opening that separated the ball room from the hallway that led to our private quarters. As I reached the entrance, I could not help stopping to take one more look at the man who was destined to be my partner in life. I searched for him, but when my eyes touched him, I realized with a start that he was staring at me. I could read him easily. About him were the slow rising olive bubbles of hurt and the dripping gray of regret.

I saw immediately what he was feeling. He had noticed me leaving, and he was thinking that the Princess of Quail did not want to greet the bastard son of Larde Yoll. He could not help feeling hurt, but he refuse to show that hurt to the laughing people surrounding him. Instead he steeled himself to ignore the hurt, something that he did often, I suspected. I could not leave him with this misconception. I would not begin our life by hurting him.

I glanced around the room and saw that there was no one watching me except for him. So across the room, I silently grasped my skirts and curtsied to him, and it was not just a polite bow that I gave him. I bowed low as a lady bows to a man she greatly respects. I dipped my head momentarily, and then I raised it because I wanted to see the expression on his face. His eyes widened in puzzlement, and he gave me an almost involuntary nod. And because I am the silly girl that I am, I grinned and gave him a short wave. Then I turned and hurried away, already blushing at my forwardness. But before I turned away, I saw to my satisfaction that the olive and gray had vanished."

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