Jay chuckled; Wye was so ‘way out’, really out of her box. He had to admire her. She was beautiful in her strangest of quirky ways. Jay had a sense Wye would play down her oddities and try to move normally through mere mortals. He had glimpsed Wye in all her mad, crazy wonderment that seemed to run its course through her and every strand of her untameable long red hair, and amongst all of this, he had seen innocence. – Yet her body was pure woman with breasts and hips that jutted out in just the natural and perfect proportion.
He didn’t fancy her, with her amazing blue alive eyes which bore right through him. Too crazy. He feared insanity. Wye took crazy to a new level; off the dial Fairy realm style. He wasn’t even sure he wanted her joining his team. He had worked with her several times in the past, and each time had been a bizarre experience. He wasn’t sure the rest of his Paranormal Team would be able to withstand such an eccentric character but then the rest of his team weren’t here. They had rained-off. Wye was here, leaning into him with quizzical eyes as mayhem raged beneath.
“Are you picking anything up?” she asked.
Jay shrugged, “Not really, but it is a Castle so we can expect there to be loads of history. It’s going to be a good weekend.”
“Indeed it is,” Wye said, doing her best to hide her excitement; the Journal hid safely in the bag on her back. “Have any of the other teams arrived?”
“They’re all here, signing themselves in. I’ve not met any of them yet, but I heard them in the Dining Hall when I was coming down the stairs from the Guards Room.”
“Did you find the Events Organiser? Have they allocated rooms yet? I need to freshen up.”
“I got side-tracked. This place is amazing; so much atmosphere. There’s a thickness in the air like it’s holding its breath, waiting.”
She smiled at his passion. “Ok, you went on walkabout.”
“Something like that, but then so did you.” He surveyed the room he found her in for the first time, besides a dusty and faded tapestry hanging along the rear wall, the room was probably the dingiest of the otherwise elegant monument to the Past. Unimpressed, he said, “Think we should join the others, sign in and meet everyone – conform for a bit? It might be polite.”
Wye moved passed him into the corridor, the echoes of the stronghold soldiers drawing her closer. “You go right ahead, I’m ok here doing my own thing.” She held her hand out to the stone wall. Underneath was cool jagged pudding stone, intricately laced with quartz from the Queen of the Fairy Realm. Wye felt the buzzing against her hand and the energy of the quartz vibrating so fast against her touch, it was as though her hand was numbing.
“What are you getting?” Jay asked, as Wye felt along the wall slowly. He usually had low tolerance for such frivolities as he was a tech head, and liked his latest inventions to do the communicating; and not some crazy lady, picking up the latest research on the place and compromising his intelligence. He was beginning to realise Wye wasn’t like that. At the very least he was prepared to keep an open mind with this one. She had something, although he was unsure what; a coolness, a level of detachment he found intriguing. Something in her eyes gave her away, but he couldn’t describe it. The depth with which she sought him out when she looked him in the eye. The way she seemed to strip everything away to get to the essence. She was on the same quest as Jay just coming at it from a different angle.
“Nothing of significance,” Wye announced, and moved on along the corridor into the dark to sounds of condensation dripping from the dank arched ceiling into large dirty puddles. A little boy ran passed her, laughter travelling round the tunnel, the cheekiness on his face, trapped in time as an older girl gave chase, splosh splash, more slowly followed by a disgruntled Cook.