Back in the mess hall, Barbara found things were still more chaotic than productive. Standing quietly by the door, she listened to the various conversations as she slowly removed her coat and scarf and hung them on a hook.
“We should just send our Guardians to blow their headquarters up like they did ours!” She heard from one group.
“I’m just grateful nobody was hurt” came from another.
“What if they figure out where we have the kids stashed?” from yet another group who allowed emotion to cloud the issue.
Catching Tess’s attention, Barbara stepped further into the room. As she began injecting her voice into the fragmented conversations, Tess helped by sending her calming energy in waves throughout the room, along with encouragement for silence while Barbara spoke.
“It seems to me we all need to spend a little more time learning from the examples our children are giving us, instead of the other way around.” Barbara stated bluntly.
“I believe you know exactly how we’re to do that.” Phil’s words, while delivered with a smile let the room know he supported his wife’s ideas, no matter what they entailed.
“I don’t know about that, but I do have a suggestion.” Barbara smiled her gratitude at the man who always supported her. “We’ve been looking for energy signatures in the ley lines, haven’t we?” Not waiting for a reply, she went on. “Hightower’s little burst of temper has left us a veritable road map of energy, as I’m reasonably certain he didn’t think to mask it when he performed his pyrotechnics on the Council’s headquarters.”
A half smile was her only outward response to the looks of stunned surprise she received but she wasted no time in capitalizing on them.
“Hightower knows the Council is aware of our actions while imprisoned in the mine, so we have to remain detached from the search.”
The room erupted into low, rumbling conversations. Before anyone could argue this point, Tess held up her...