Checking a Theory

(( This is a follow-up to this post. ))

Lying in a cuddle-pile with her lovers, Adriwyn mused in the early morning quiet in Olivia’s Refuge, listening to Alexandria’s and Mirex’s heartbeats next to her and ripples of the waterway against the shores outside. She couldn’t help but mull over the possibility – indeed, the conclusion of near certainty – of mesmeric interference being why Luna hadn’t recognised her at all earlier. She fidgeted a little, trying not to disturb her lovers, and finally thought it might be late enough in the morning to pester her former assistant – who luckily was also an early riser. She bent her thoughts to the mental channel of her bluest earring, activating its magic.

<You awake?>

<Mmhm. What is it, boss?>

Adri thought she detected a hint that Missy was eating, which was a very good sign in terms of not bothering the woman too badly. <Have you seen Luna lately? How’s she doing?>

<Well, she’s been away from the estate finally… for a day or two? I’m in and out too much chasing down your fragments to be sure. Why?>

<I saw her yesterday… she didn’t seem to know who I am at all.> There, it was out in the open. That was probably best, especially when dealing with Missy.

<Oh…? OH! Wait, weren’t you told?> She seemed to be the kind of puzzled that comes with buying a pair of gloves and getting three in the package.

<N-no-o-o…. Told what?>

<Um. Odette told us there were, um, off-limits topics. That Luna was going to have some gaps in her memory, and just to roll with it. I, um… wait! THAT’s what she meant?!? Ummm, one of the topics was you….> She gave the distinct impression of head-ducking embarrassment at not having guessed the implications beforehand.

Thinking over what she’d seen – or more accurately, not seen – and the other aspects her conversation with Luna, Adri guessed at other topics. <Moose. Fiona. Saromire. Her “cart accident” and torture.>

<Um… yeah. Yeah, that… that’s about it, boss.> The impression of a deep, regretful sigh came through. <I’m sorry.>

<It’s not your fault – especially not when you’ve been in and out, as you say. I’d ask how that collecting is going, but I’ve wasted enough of your morning. Thank you for answering me, and I’ll get out of your hair now.>

<Hmph! If you were in my hair, you could be useful and help me braid it! I’ll let you know later what I find of those shards.>

<All right. Thank you, and good luck.>

<Yeah.>