It is strange. Danit was rather abrupt with me when I went to ask her about Freya.
“I just don’t see that it’s feasible, Asa’el,” she said to me. “Freya Cobb is certainly out of your skill set, despite the promise you’ve shown. She is a feather in the wind.”
This is our term, my sisters and brothers, for a human who has no definite connections. There are any number of possibilities, as there are for all humans, but no one person calls strongly to this one’s soul, nor theirs to any other. Any connection they might make would be paper-thin for some time, requiring near-constant supervision to allow it to work.
I find this very difficult to believe. Surely someone must be drawn to the flame. Perhaps, though, others are like moths, afraid of immolating themselves on the brightness of that soul.
“Danit, I feel that I caused her hurt by my interference,” I said to her. “I owe it to her to at least try, if you will let me.”
“What you did was necessary, and quite brilliant, in fact. Very few of your kindred would think to draw on other humans as resources. A risky move, but very effective.”
I brushed away that praise. “Surely then I should do something for the one who was responsible for my success?”
“She is not your responsibility,” Danit replied.
In her voice, and on her aura, I heard something that she was not willing to make known to me. It was making her uncomfortable to talk about this woman, even sad. What did she know?
“It is not your place to know it, Asa’el,” she told me severely, noticing me reading her.
I bowed my head in respect of the rebuke, though I could not quite suppress my curiosity. There is something here that I do not know.
“Will you not look into it? For my sake, sister.”
She sighed and turned her head upward. Whether she was consulting the Repository, or communicating with her seniors, I do not know, but it was only a moment before she looked back at me.
“I cannot give it as an assignment,” she said, “but you may ask Lubos if he will take it on. He has only two long-running cases now, and if he is willing to take her on, as well, then I will make certain he has the time to attend to her.”
My relief was great. “Thank you, Danit!” I left her immediately to find Lubos, but he is currently on Earth, not to return for some time. So I have come instead to record my findings.
What could it be about Freya that dismays Danit? Something in her history, perhaps? I cannot imagine that such a woman would be undeserving of our assistance. Perhaps she has done something, though, that her soul has not yet repented of.
It may not be my place to know, but I cannot help wondering.