The grand ball

[Jaxen Marveet]

 

Scion Marveet

 
They moved indoors without rushing. Scion Marveet never rushed.
 
The boy planted himself like human body-armor in front of him. Scion touched him on the arm to nudge him aside, annoyed. But no curdled comment accompanied the gesture.
 
Until he saw who was involved.
 
Guests moved themselves aside for the daggers on Scion’s face.
 
The only one who could stop him was already there. Ascendancy commanded the situation, and although he stared in disapproval of the scene caused by Jaxen and the woman he brought tonight. She was injured. Red stained Jaxen’s shirt.  Another guest, a young male who defensively flashed credentials, was led away. There was more to this scene than accident suggested.
 
Jaxen was at the heart of it.
 
What happened next genuinely painted Scion with the colors of awe.
 
He had no idea such powers were possible. With a touch, Oriena’s injuries melted into oblivion. Jensen addressed them, and Scion witnessed the kicking of the wasp nest, for they swarmed.