Needless to say, Vinnia was happy with neither Rune nor Morgance.
As the trainer sat down at the table which had been claimed by Casady, Brookie, Rune, and Morgance, there was an unreadable look in her eyes.
"I don't know what kind of a trick you're trying to pull," Vinnia said in a low voice, "but I suggest you stop arriving late for things, you two."
Rune knew exactly whom Vinnia meant by "you two."
Crossing her arms, Morgance rolled her eyes and snorted. "You're not the boss of me."
"Actually, I am," Vinnia shot back, eyes narrow. "If you're not careful, I could cause terrible things to happen to you."
"Someone is getting hotheaded!" Morgance replied.
Rune looked from Morgance to Vinnia, then from Vinnia to Morgance. Tread lightly, Morgance, he wanted to say, then wondered if Morgance was really the right one to tell that to.
Perhaps Rune should tell Vinnia to tread lightly. She couldn't possibly know how strong-willed Morgance was. Settling back in his chair uncomfortably, Rune met Casady's eyes.
Casady was peeved; Rune could easily tell that much.
"Now," Vinnia said, harsh tone completely gone, "tell me where they placed you, Morgance."
"It's not important."
"Oh, yes, it is," Casady chimed in, much to Rune's and Morgance's annoyance - and Vinnia's slightly expressed satisfaction.
"I'm a soprano, too," Morgance finally said. She gave a huff and looked away, clearly finished with the conversation.
As though trying to offer an olive branch, Vinnia nodded and said, "You know, by all accounts, people were expecting me to become an alto. It's a wonder I'm a soprano."
"Why's that?" Brookie asked.
"Oh, just changes I went through that ought to have caused my voice to lower," Vinnia said. "It's strange, though - my voice range doesn't quite fit the soprano range, either."
"What changes did you go through?" Rune asked, suddenly intrigued.
A smile lit Vinnia's eyes, and it dawned on Rune that his trainer had wanted this: she had wanted to spark feelings of suspicion and intrigue within her listeners. And much to their chagrin, Vinnia did not continue or explain herself.
"It's not important," the enigmatic woman said, waving their questioning gazes away. "Have a good dinner. I'll see you tomorrow, then."