Light Dragons 02 - The Unbearable Lightness of Dragons

mind,” a woman’s voice said from the doorway that led to one of the bedrooms. I spun around, surprised, a smile forming when I saw the woman walking toward me with outstretched hands.
    “Violet!”
    “Tully, how lovely to see you again.” She took my hands and kissed me on either cheek, her faint French accent just as elegant as she was. Petite and dark-haired, she had a graceful air that I always coveted, since she never allowed herself to be ruffled by any circumstance life threw at her. It might have had something to do with the fact that she was over a hundred years old, but I suspected her placid personality was the underlying force. “It’s been . . . what, five or six years? Father, you didn’t tell me that Tully was visiting you. Sit down, my dear, and tell me how you are. Is that delightful boy of yours here? And what’s this about you really being a dragon? Father refuses to talk about it, so it must be something quite shocking.”
    “She is not sitting down. She is not staying. Tully Sullivan, you are shameless and without any sense of moral rectitude, using my open-door policy in this manner,” Dr. Kostich said, storming over to us. “Adam, remove this person from my presence.”
    The young man at the door hesitated, looking at me warily.
    “Oh, Father, no. It’s been forever since I’ve seen Tully, and she’s just the person we need with our problem,” Violet begged. “Let her stay, please. We have lots of news to catch up on.”
    Dr. Kostich’s frown deepened, and I could see he really did want to boot me out, but Violet had always been the favorite of all his children, and it was well-known amongst the mage apprentices that she could wheedle just about anything out of him. “She is not welcome here.”
    “Of course she is. Sit, Tully. Oh, I suppose I should call you Ysolde now, since Father tells me that’s your true name. And such a pretty name it is. What brings you to see us?”
    “Er . . .” I slid a glance at Dr. Kostich. He stood glaring at me, but finally, with a disgusted noise, dismissed the young man at the door with a gesture and sat down in a chair opposite us. “Well . . . it’s kind of a long story.”
    “The best kind. I can’t wait to—What’s this?” Violet leaned forward, squinting slightly at my chest. She gaped openmouthed at it for a moment, then turned an outraged look upon her father. “An interdict, Father?”
    He looked down his long, narrow nose at her. “Yes, an interdict. She betrayed my trust, allowed her behemoth of a wyvern to try to kill me, and threw conjured bananas at me. Any one of those acts would be sufficient grounds for an interdict—with all three, she’s lucky I didn’t have her banished to the Akasha.”
    “For the love of the saints . . .” Violet shook her head. “Tully wouldn’t betray you. She was the best of all your apprentices.”
    “You’re just saying that because the pair of you used to get up to all sorts of mischief when I wasn’t looking.”
    Violet grinned, her face coming alive with delight. “Do you remember that time in Prague, Tully, thirty or so years ago, at the GOTDAM conference when Father’s other apprentice—what was her name? I’ve completely forgotten it, but she was the most annoying person. Quite the backstabber, too, which is why, when she was flaunting in front of us the fact that she was dating the head of the Oracles Union, we set it up so she thought he was betraying her with a Guardian, and she kicked him out of her room while he was naked, and he went to Father to demand justice, and of course, right at that moment a group of Diviners came down the hall, and they thought Father was having a wild orgy—”
    “That is quite enough,” Dr. Kostich interrupted with a stern glance at his daughter.
    “I’m afraid I don’t remember that,” I told Violet sadly. “My husband—the man I thought was my husband—wiped my memory. But it sounds like we had fun.”
    “Oh, we did. You weren’t a real apprentice yet, still just a student, but we had some lovely times together.”
    Dr. Kostich snorted and made a gainful attempt to take charge of the conversation. “Why are you here, Tully Sullivan?”
    I flinched at the zing of pain that shot through me when he spoke my full name. Although my history with Dr. Kostich was somewhat unusual, he was the most powerful mage in existence, a fact he didn’t let anyone, least of all me, forget.
    “I’ve come to ask you to lift the