THE CONCLAVE & SUPERNATURAL GALA
Dr. Selene Calder arrives precisely on the stroke of seven thirty —punctuality, after all, is merely applied relativity. At her side glides Tetsuya Mizuyaki, enticed from his sanctum only because Selene insisted the evening required at least one other person who appreciates the virtue of silent observation. (She has already identified several conversational cul-de-sacs where they might stand in dignified stillness.)
The gala promises complications, and Selene intends to choreograph them with her usual rigor. She appears on the arm of her new coven-mate Daniella—an elegant provocation calculated to make Blair jealous—while simultaneously plotting a series of evasive maneuvers to avoid crossing trajectories with her ex-partner Jade, who is inconveniently present and married. Selene is not processing that well.Â
Her attire is a blue lehenga borrowed from Kali, a dance teacher who has become a pupil in her own turn. The skirt’s weighted hem sways like a precision pendulum, granting Selene full range of motion should the music (or destiny) demand it.
Throughout the night she sutures conversation threads with the deft guidance of her five-second foresight, shepherding interlocutors toward favorable outcomes as though moving pieces across an invisible chessboard. She is interested in the Kanoute Clan, with their love for the arts. She’ll be able to see any of the Zhongshan’s grifts from a mile (read: five seconds) away. She takes issue with the Pembrokes and intends to keep an eye on them.
Between bouts of social calculus she slips onto the terrace, drawing a steadying breath while futures overlap and reform around her, gaze fixed on the moon as though its tides might steady time itself.
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