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kajones_writingThe Prime Minister smiled at Willow and she knew that the smile was because of her reaction rather than what he was about to say. “The majority of people won’t care about your arrival, because they’ll assume that you’ll live in the places of magic and have very little effect on their part of the world. As time passes that may change, depending on exactly what happens now that you’re here, but that’s something we can worry about at a later date. Our major problem is the minority, the people who’ll protest against your arrival because to them you are invaders, they won’t care that a war against the fae is one they’ll lose because they never look that far in the future, and they won’t make things easy for either of us.”
“I never thought that making a life here was going to be easy for us.” Willow returned the Prime Minister’s smile, grateful that she’d found a human with some sense to talk the fae’s arrival through with, because she had been worried about who she’d find in the position of power. “I know that there are a minority within the fae who followed me that want war too. They think we’re better than the humans and if I don’t hold their reins very tightly I know that they could cause us both some problems.”
“The places of magic… you can keep them safe from humans?”
“Yes, that an easy thing to do. If we place wards we can hide them from anyone who doesn’t have fae blood, but that does mean, if any mixed blood children are born, that they’ll be able to get through the wards.” Willow bit her lip, wondering whether she should say what she was thinking, and decided that the Prime Minister needed her to be totally honest with him. “I think it’s very likely that there will be mixed blood children. The fae, in general, are fascinated by humans and I’m almost utterly certain that there probably are already children in this world with fae blood. It’s possible that our arrival might, possibly, awaken latent abilities in some of them.”
“Right…” the Prime Minister muttered, scribbling more notes in his notebook. “That’s something we’ll need to be on the lookout for then.” He looked up again, his eyes meeting Willow’s. “Will your people teach them how to use their abilities?”
“I want to, but I’m not certain the elders will agree with me.” She smiled. “If the elders don’t agree with me I’ll work something out, because I’m not someone who turns my back on my responsibilities, even if they are.”
“Thank you.”
“Don’t thank me yet, Prime Minister.”
“Call me George.”
“Only if you call me Willow.”
“It would be a pleasure, Willow.” George turned back to his notebook. “The first people I’m going to have to talk to about this is my own party and…” He sighed. “It’s not going to be easy. A war, I hope, won’t be the first thing we have to deal with, but they will want to create laws that will trap the fae in the places of magic.”
“It won’t work. Unless there’s someone who can create wards outside our wards to stop anyone with fae blood crossing then the fae will do whatever they want. No one would even know they were fae.”
“You have a magic that can hide what you are?”
“It’s called a glamour.” Willow gathered her power and waved her hand over her face, to give George some visible symbol that she was working magic, because none of the fae really needed to use gestures for most magic. “I could have walked past you in the street and you never would have known what I am.”
George’s interest showed in his eyes. “Can anyone do that?”
Willow shook her head as she used her magic to remove the glamour. “Only someone with fae magic can create a glamour, but it is possible to glamour people who don’t have magic.”
“So if I asked you very nicely you could glamour me?”
“Yes, I could. Humans would never notice the different. The fae… it depends on the type of glamour as to whether we can see through it or not and how much power the caster has. If I glamoured you there are some of my people who would be able to tell that you were glamoured but they wouldn’t be able to see you, there are some who would see George rather than the glamour, and then there are those who wouldn’t be able to tell the difference.” Willow thought for a moment. “I’m not certain how many of each there are within the group that followed me, but I think there are very few who would be able to see through the glamour and most would chose to see it rather than see through it.”
“When I have some spare time I’d like you to teach me about fae magic.”
“I’d be happy to.” Willow didn’t tell him that the elders wouldn’t like her teaching a human about fae magic, because she wasn’t going to let them stop her from doing the things she knew she should be doing. “We were talking about human laws.”
“We were.” George nodded, smiling. “Where are the places of magic?”
“I don’t know where there all are,” Willow replied, stalling for time. “The one we travelled to…” She sighed. “It was going to be used for more housing and most of the others are probably in places you have used for human housing.”
Raising his eyebrows George scribbled another note in his notebook. “So we’re looking at losing some housing to accommodate the fae.”
“I wish there was some other way, but that’s what will happen.”
Looking up George’s eyes met Willow’s again. “It’s not going to be a problem.”
“Don’t lie to me, George.”
“I’ll do my best to make it not be a problem, Willow, because our borders are open to all those who need sanctuary.” He smiled. “I just need to make my government realise that.”
Mirrored from K. A. Jones Writing.
