Santiago nó Orchis and Petrea nó Cereus, Seconds of their respective Houses, lay on a blanket in the lush gardens behind Orchis House under a vast, dark sky. A raucous party carried on inside the house, but the noise and light barely reached them. Stretched on their backs next to each other, they engaged in quiet conversation. It was a far different atmosphere than that they had shared months ago. Before.
Santiago rolled to his side and propped up his elbow, looking at Petrea. “I’ve missed seeing you. You don’t visit nearly as often.” He poked her cheek and grinned at her. “Don’t try to tell me you’re too busy for your friends.”
“Don’t try to tell me you don’t understand the responsibilities of being a Second,” she parroted back to him, irritated.
He threw his head back and laughed. “Of course I do. But you’re taking yourself far too seriously.”
She flipped towards him, mirroring his pose, a slight scowl on her face. “Too seriously!” She poked him hard in the chest. “You were trained for this. You, of all people, know that I have been tossed into the sea not knowing how to swim! And at Cereus House, no less! And with everything that is beginning to develop! Everything that I am now somehow embroiled in. Don’t you tell me how seriously I need take this, Santiago nó Orchis.”
His expression gentled. He laid a soothing hand on her hip. “You’re right. You used to spend so much time here, I often forget that you’re not one of us. Forgive me, dearest?” He looked at her imploringly.
Petrea sighed and flopped to her back. “Don’t be daft, I’m not angry with you. And truthfully, I miss my time here. And I miss you. It’s just that…well, my absences at Cereus were becoming…noted. Particularly given my destination.” She rolled her eyes. “It is, apparently, unseemly for the Second of Cereus House to spend nights cavorting at Orchis. As you know, I must play at diplomat now.”
Santiago snorted. “Of course. We are true degenerates here, all of us.”
She turned and grinned at him. “Being a degenerate is enjoyable, one must admit.” Her face fell. “But…”
He laughed and rolled atop her. “But…”
She sighed. She ran her fingers through his hair to give herself a moment. “How do you do it, Santi?”
“Do what?” He asked, frowning at her. Her mood was off tonight.
“Be a Second.”
“I don’t understand the question. What do you mean, ‘Be a Second?’ You just are.” He shrugged.
“No, you aren’t. There is so much to do!” Petrea looked at her friend, her eyes searching for something. “There are so many things to think about! How do you know what is imperative at this moment and what can be put off until tomorrow? How do you know who you must speak to and who you can ignore? Who do you know who you can trust and who will betray you? Who will keep quiet and who will turn around a whisper in any ear they can find? How do you do it, Santi?”
He thought for a moment. “Orchis and Cereus are very different. We are not under the watchful eye of the City. If we do something deemed ‘wrong’ or ‘inappropriate,’ or we give offense, it is laughed off by everyone, including us.” He shrugged. “Patrons come to us for entertainment and merriment. We can put off anything and anyone we wish. There is nothing truly immediate here. Your House, on the other hand, always has eyes on it. Nothing must be perfect here. But everything must be in order for you.”
Petrea thumped her head against the ground and groaned. “You are not telling me anything I do not know.”
He shushed her and brushed a hand down her cheek. “And your Dowayne is still—all these months later—picking up pieces left behind, leaving you to play both her role and yours. And that has not gone unnoticed…anywhere. And, we all know—and yes, I would know even without you telling me—that there has been strife within your House. No one knew exactly what or with whom, but it was whispered that something was unsettled.” He shrugged again. “But now those whispers have stopped. Now word is that the workings of your House go smoothly. Which bodes well for all of us. The Night Court needs Cereus House to be stable, as—” He paused as he considered his next words. “—there is change in the air, and you, my dear, have certainly found yourself smack in the middle of everything.”
“Again, you are not telling me anything I do not already know.” Petrea grumbled. “I have tried to speak with Aliks, tried to get her advice on ways to handle this new situation at Dahlia House. About ways to be diplomatic. But she is overworked, overtired, and overwhelmed. The old Dowayne died so suddenly; none of us were truly prepared. And he left such a mess in his wake!” She blew out a breath. “Aliks was trained to be Dowayne, for certain, but she was not ready for this. And I, for certain, was not. Aimee and I have been so overwhelmed, even the two of us working together, just to get the House in order! I need your help, Santi.”
He gave her a sympathetic look. “I am not the person to ask for this advice. As I said, we operate differently at Orchis than you do at Cereus. We operate differently than most other Houses. I can be your comfort, your friend, and your lover. And you know I will always share any information I can. But I do not think I can be your advisor.”
“Then what do I do?” Petrea groaned.
“You need to go to other Houses. Other Seconds. There are others I know you can trust.”
“Who? And how do you know I can trust them?”
Santiago grinned. “Patrons believe that we are not listening while we have our fun and games. But our adepts are not simply giggling as they ply their patrons with rich food and strong wine. They just talk less and smile more.” He tapped her nose, as though to make his point.
“There is more than meets the eyes here, isn’t there?” She gave a small smile.
“Xixiliya and I are not fools, Petrea, no matter what we may play at.”
“So who do I speak with?” She asked imploringly.
He thought for a moment. “Philomena and Odilia. Heliotrope and Dahlia. They can be trusted. Things are about to change at Heliotrope and Mena may need you as much as you need her.” Santiago gave a wide smile. “And, besides, who better to speak to about Odilia’s situation than Odilia herself?”