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"I appreciate that." She reached over and took his hand for these few moments while they were alone. "Well, New Orleans is filled with people from all over. I'm sure we'll get on fine."

"To tell the truth, I had thought I might sleep a bit more myself. But company will also be most welcome. I feel a thousand times better than I did before we left Egypt."

"I feel like I've entered some strange, alternate world." Once the cuff-links wereback on, Abby slipped her arm through Cal's. "I think I may have seen all the wonders I can handle for a bit. Let's go enjoy ourselves."

She had spent enough time in magic using countries that its casual use no longer surprised her. But the use of magic she had seen here was something different entirely. "Cal, how much of this is due to the well, and how much is family talent?"

Abby watched Meghan go, distressed. She turned to Cal. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to upset her. I shouldn't have said anything."

"Well, who knew you cleaned up so well?" Abby teased. "I will be the envy of every woman we see." She paused for a few moments. "Is it common to be able to see magical auras here? I've never been able to see them without actually using a cantrip, but I'm picking them up now."

"I do look fabulous in red, too," Abby said. "But that is a very handy spell. I haven't seen spells like the ones you know before. "This is stunning Meghan. Thank you."

Abby couldn't help it, she had to chuckle. "Families are families, noble or common. Although I suppose a noble family can make a much larger gesture out of their anger. "I can't imagine how many gowns you must have if you had some the exact color I wanted."

Abby spent a bit longer looking at this last tapestry. Whoever had placed this here, she guessed they'd felt the need for a reminder that the noble family of Stuart had not always comported itself at its best. Or perhaps they felt the incident was so well known that its exclusion would cause...

Abby chuckled a bit as she examine the tapestry. Depicting the Stuarts in their tartans she could forgive, it was the easiest way for the tapestry-maker to identify just who was rushing into battle. Like all families though, the exploits of Stuarts past seemed to have grown in the retelling...

Abby moved over to the statue to examine it. "Her own worst enemy. Aren't we all?" she said quietly. She couldn't help but imagine what it would be like to live here, like this. To have the power to affect the lives of so many with the smallest decisions. It wasn't that she wasn't familiar...

"I wish her dream had come true. This separation is ridiculous. People are people, we will separate and divide ourselves by whatever lines we can find. But it still astonishes me how far people will go to destroy what they don't understand. When I come upon something I don't understand, my...

"Of course, thank you," Abby said. As Meagan disappeared up the stairs, Abby amused herself by examining first the large painting, and then the tapestries on the walls.

"And for someone with talents like yours, and mine, France is a much friendlier place. I had thought, years ago, that some day when it came time for me to settle, France would be the place if I didn't go back to New Orleans. I was surprised how much you were around today. I was just cleaning...

"It's unexpected, and it won't be very long I'm afraid, but I intend to enjoy every moment of it. I'll be grateful for anything you can loan me. I didn't come into Egypt with evening gowns; there's usually not much call for them. Do you enjoy living here near Paris?"

"I don't have a particular favorite, but I've always felt a nice, icy blue was quite flattering for me."

"I don't know why it's so surprising to him to find an archeologist in Egypt. It's our unofficial clubhouse. How do you do?"

"A night of fun is enough for now," she said and smiled. "The rest can wait." She took his free hand and pulled lightly, just enough to cause him to bend down a bit so she could kiss him. "I expect to be treated like a Queen," she teased and preceded him from the room.

Abby smiled ruefully, "So, you're human then. We're all afraid that we're on the wrong track, or that we passed the one thing that would make us happy by. You have to decide what you want your life to be. It sounds like both your father and you boss want you to focus on your work. Of course...

She moved over to him and took his hands. "What are you afraid of, Cal? What have you been running from?"