“Now seriously, have I met you before? I promise this is not a trite line again,” Nomis said in complete earnest this time. He sensed her hesitate before replying.
“I … I do not think so sir, … but I’m … confused … I feel I know you.”
“Let’s start again.” So many strange things had happened to Nomis in the last day that he felt confident enough to handle this little situation quite easily.
“My name is Nomis … Do you mind me asking what yours is please?”
“No, not at all. My name’s Drimana, I live in the Kitchen Tower with my guardian, and we both help to run the Orphanage there,” she replied, with a degree of curiosity about this tall fair stranger, who had crossed her path unbidden, at sunset. She was not a superstitious type of Spryd, but she was prone to seeing glimpses of the future, especially at sunrise and sunset.
“I am not an apparition as you may have thought,” Nomis countered, thinking back to Gludog’s reaction to his sudden appearance. (She on the other hand, believed he could read her mind.) “It appears that you too have white hair like mine; do all the Spryds have white hair, because I had a feeling that everyone from the Kitchen Tower had carrot-coloured hair?”
“You are quite correct, sir. Let me warn you though, they prefer to think of themselves as ‘redheads’ rather than ‘carrot-tops’, so don’t go upsetting any of them with your ungainly comments as you nearly did me!”
This surprised Nomis; a maid around twenty should not be this forthright. However, he was taken with her in a very odd way. He couldn’t identify exactly what it was about her that attracted him. Nevertheless, he had enough sensitivity to know that she felt the same way about him.
“This is all terribly confusing,” she was saying, “but I know you from somewhere. I know how you think and I suspect you can read