She entered the entrance way but stopped short as many servants assailed her. Two females with cut short wings took Jarrett from her arms. A third explained to Irti what had been ordered by the mistress of the home, Sash, “My lady would like you to stay here. She saw you in a vision and told us what needed to be done. He is in the safest place he can be. Don’t worry. Please stay here.”
Irti wanted to follow but what the servant had just told her, left her wanting to ask Sash what she had seen in her vision. Irti stood in the entranceway of the tower home, waiting. Moment later, she saw Grif holding Sash flying through the castle portcullis. They landed. Sash unfolded herself from her husband’s arms. She ran over to embrace Irti. “I can not stay. I am going to minister to your man’s wounds.” Sash let go of Irti then rushed into the home, away from Irti’s sight.
Grif shook his head in disapproval, “If I did not love that woman so much, you would not be in my home now Irti.”
Irti stood staring at him. “I feel grateful to her.”
“You should. Come, let us find a more comfortable place to talk, Irti.” Grif motioned and walked into his front door.
Following him inside, it was as if it was the first time she really had been in his home. She knew that idea was false but she looked around the foyer of his home with the eyes of a new woman. His home was simpler than what a person would expect. He was the head of the council. His station dictated a certain retainer of wealth. This home did not have that.
She walked on bare carved stone. There was little furniture in the foyer. He turned taking her into his office. The carved stone floor continued into the room, in the middle of the room was a stone desk with a stone bench for Grif chair. Some would think these kinds of decorations would feel cold and unwelcoming being a dark gray. Those who thought that would be mistaken.
He sat down in the bench then motioned for Irti to sit across from him in a plush guest chair. She sat down. She felt like a wingling sitting in front of the head master of school waiting for judgment on a mischief that had been perpetrated.
He waited only a few more moments for a servant to bring in a pitcher of water and two glasses. He poured Irti a glass and then himself. He sipped the cool mountain spring water. Irti did the same.
She watched him set the cup on the stone desk. He cleared his throat, “Irti, I know you must have seen a lot in such a short time. What happened?”
Her shoulders sank, “So you want to debrief me on my banishment?”
He shifted in his chair crossing one leg over another then leaning forward to place his elbows on the desk. “Yes.”
She started talking telling him everything accept the fact that Jarrett and herself were closer now. She told him about the kitchen meeting with Peri and Daryush. “Jarrett is Peri’s son.”
Grif looked down. “I was afraid of that, especially when Sash said Jarrett was succuba.”
“Yes, he is half-Ahriman. That is why he is injured right at this moment.”
“Funny how that works out. The last time our seers had a problem was when my beautiful wife came into her powers. She had been snuck into our world when she was an infant, did I tell you about that.”