Kestrel and I grabbed an early dinner in Athens and verbally dissected the interaction with Professor Grand-Pied. Kestrel, being more emotionally intuitive, observed, “He wanted to be left alone. That"s the sense I got from him.”
“Tough gig to be a professor, then.”
She thought for a few minutes. “No, he seemed fine with that part. He"s just gruff. No, he didn’t want to be treated as a supernatural being.”
I thought back through the conversation and had to concur. “That means he"s less likely to help with figuring out the Faerie atmosphere problem.” Itchy frustration swelled in my chest and evoked the memory of the suffocating illness I"d developed after being in Faerie for a few days.
“There may be a way to get to him…” Her fingers did a thinking dance on the arm rest. “He mentioned a
