Moria's hand tightened on the dart. "I don't need to be told twice."
"I just want to be sure we understand each other, Keeper."
"What's going on?" Ashyn said.
Gavril didn't even look at her. "This is between your sister and me."
Unrolling her fortune, Moria walked toward Ashyn. She glanced down at the paper, then stopped midstep. It was only a moment's pause before she wrapped her hand around the tiny paper, her expression neutral. But Ashyn noticed.
"It's a curse, isn't it?" Gavril said, striding to catch up with her.
Ashyn braced for his next words. He'd say she deserved it after disrespecting the spirits with her performance. Instead, he swung into Moria's path and said, "Go put it on the statue behind the sanctuary."
Moria's brows shot up. "Is that an order?"
"Now is not the time to take a curse--" Gavril began.
"I'm not going on the Seeking. That has been made very clear." She gave him a look. "If I accept my good fortunes, then I must also accept my curses."
"Ashyn, tell her to put the curse on the statue."
Ashyn jumped at the sound of her name. It was quite possibly the first time he'd ever said it. And definitely the first time he'd looked straight at her. She decided she much preferred being ignored. His eyes were discomfiting enough. Green. A rare color in the empire. Kitsune eyes, her father said, the mark of Gavril's illustrious family. A sign of sorcery, others said, whispering old stories about how the Kitsunes first gained their power.
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nbsp; "You know I won't, so don't ask." Moria took Ashyn's arm. "Everyone's waiting inside. Father keeps peeking out. We're late."
As they walked to the door, Moria glanced over her shoulder. Ashyn did the same and saw that the children were still there, quiet now, their faces tight with concern. They'd overheard enough to know Moria had picked a curse.
"What are you waiting for?" she called to the children. "You know what happens if you see the rituals."
Silence answered her.
Moria reached into her pocket and pulled out a handful of coppers. "Huh. Seems I have extra. What should I do with these?"
That got a few smiles and whispers, but most of the faces stayed solemn. Moria opened her hand under the fountain water. Then she clenched her fist around the wet coins.
"Grant me a boon, o spirits," she said. "Twice-bless these coins for the children. May they have nothing but good fortune until the Seeking is done."
Wind rustled through the fortune scrolls, making them whisper, as if the spirits themselves were replying. Moria kept one of the coins and threw the rest to the children. As they scrambled after them, shrieking, she tossed the remaining copper to Gavril.
He made no move to catch it, letting it fall, clinking. Then he turned on his heel and marched away.
Ashyn's knees ached. Which was exactly the wrong thing to be thinking about in the middle of a spiritual ritual, and it only made her feel all the more ill prepared to lead the Seeking tomorrow. This was not the first ritual she'd ever done--she'd been assisting Ellyn since she was old enough to recite the words. It was not even the first one she'd conducted alone--lately, Ellyn had left the minor seasonal rituals to Ashyn, only coming back in the spring for the Seeking. And yet Ashyn was not prepared. She simply wasn't.
The Seeking rituals took the longest by far, and by this point her knees always ached from the cold stone floor. In the past, any guilt at fussing over discomfort had been mitigated by the knowledge that her participation didn't matter. She'd do better when Ellyn was gone.
How? she wondered now. Had she expected that her knees would miraculously toughen as she passed her sixteenth summer? That the endless chants would suddenly flow without stammers and stutters?
When something brushed her hand, she jumped, eyes flying open.
"Shhh." Moria laid a hand on her shoulder.
Her sister held out a cloth, and Ashyn thought she'd read her mind. She was about to refuse--she wasn't allowed a kneeling pad--but then she saw the bowl of steaming water.
"It's time for your purification." Moria kept her voice low. The others--the governor, their father, and the shrine caretaker--had retreated outside long ago, but might still be close enough to overhear.
Ashyn shook her head. "I need to finish the Song for the Fallen first."