Enmach was in her quarters when the small Rilmani boy knocked on her door. He wore his hair in a bowl cut, something learned from the human children who played beneath the floating island. She nodded, but the boy did not enter. Instead, he looked at her with a knowing smile, much too knowing for a boy. "Colin Stone is here. He's outside by the fountain waiting for you." The last word, "you" was almost singsong, and the boy vanished in a renewed fit of giggles.
Enmach was only slightly unnerved. She cleared her throat and walked to the mirror that hung by the door of her chambers and ventured a look, and a preen, and a... she stopped. What in the world was she doing? She'd told Colin she was not interested in him and she did mean it. Her place was here at the castle in service to Fenlauch, but she'd never had anyone drive her to do what she'd done except Colin. A blush spread over her silver skin and she looked at herself sternly. In service to Fenlauch.
The day was bright as Enmach crossed the castle grounds to meet with Colin. He rose and bowed and his face turned pink and it was clear he felt a bit embarrassed by the memory. "Sir Colin," she spoke.
"Ah, hello Enmach. I was hoping I could talk with you for a bit."
"So I was told. Please, sit."
"So, has Sanria told you? I remember now." He sat.
"She mentioned it in passing. Does it please you that you now recall?"
"Well, yes and no. I felt so badly for not remembering... especially for Orn and Leandra. So I'm much happier remembering them. But with Sanria it's very difficult."
Yes. It was expected as such. The conversation wasn't at all difficult for Enmach. She simply quieted her mind, unhitching any emotion she felt for Colin and leaving it where it sat. She was dutiful before all else, and she knew at that statement that the duty she was to perform was the same she'd performed for eons. Advisor.
