Dale dressed in a finely embroidered black and silver tunic and matching pants, proudly sporting the funnel symbol of Clann Gael.
Clann Gael.He prepared to teleport to the banquet, his nerves on edge. Though he’d learned to block out the thoughts of others, large gatherings overwhelmed his senses. Too many minds, too much noise.
Perhaps that was why Dagmar preferred maths and stodgy old books. With so many mentalists in his house, it was far quieter than what he was about to walk into.
He closed his mind and focused on the dining hall of the House of Fire, then beamed into it, narrowly missing an end table and almost stepping into a fire pit. Neither had been there the last time he’d visited.
The others jumped back, surprised by his sudden appearance.
“Uh, sorry.”
“Ah, Prince Delwyn,
