Post by The Librarian on Sept 2, 2011 5:32:54 GMT -8
There was much the past weeks had brought to weaken Phaen, over and over she had fallen sick, till finally Duke Salamandridaes had to carry her home unconscious and when she awoke he made her swear not to leave the freehold till she regained her strength. Dai’s disappearance, Elisandra’s kidnapping, meetings, politics and diplomacy combined with Ian’s time away seemed to oppress Phaen’s spirit. Now more fighting between the factions threatened to come between the Freehold and its allies, and Jabelli’s request for help with the book faire stood in the balance. The faire seemed such a wonderful idea, bringing together the collective librarians of the factions to share their favorite books with each other and the community as a whole. Phaen just hoped that the idea was stronger than any dislike for the people involved in bringing the idea to life. Relief from all that had weighed Phaen down came in time to save her from breaking down completely.
With the deal stuck, even with all that could be put at risk, Phaen felt some of her strength return, it wasn’t often helping others put her own goals at risk but some projects were worthy, even at the cost of others. The book faire would be a wonderful opportunity for differing factions to get together and share as a united community. Combined with Ian’s return and the flood of glamour poured out over the past days of Beltane celebrations Phaen felt strong again, whole of mind, body and spirit. Secure in her feelings for Ian, and her role as adviser to her Queen, the season of rebirth brought new focus and new paths for Phaen to walk. Lying in bed her mind wandered to the Queen’s palace and Ian, Phaen knew he was awake; gathering up her silken quilt and wrapping up in it she left her room, quietly crept down the stairs and across the great hall to the doors of the Rose. Dashing barefoot across the snow to the palace and Ian’s room Phaen let herself in with the key Ian had given her. Ian sat stretched out on his bed, tilting her head, asking with her eyes if she were interrupting anything his smile told her she wasn’t. Moving to the bed and snuggling up beside him, his shoulder made a much better pillow for dreaming on.
With the deal stuck, even with all that could be put at risk, Phaen felt some of her strength return, it wasn’t often helping others put her own goals at risk but some projects were worthy, even at the cost of others. The book faire would be a wonderful opportunity for differing factions to get together and share as a united community. Combined with Ian’s return and the flood of glamour poured out over the past days of Beltane celebrations Phaen felt strong again, whole of mind, body and spirit. Secure in her feelings for Ian, and her role as adviser to her Queen, the season of rebirth brought new focus and new paths for Phaen to walk. Lying in bed her mind wandered to the Queen’s palace and Ian, Phaen knew he was awake; gathering up her silken quilt and wrapping up in it she left her room, quietly crept down the stairs and across the great hall to the doors of the Rose. Dashing barefoot across the snow to the palace and Ian’s room Phaen let herself in with the key Ian had given her. Ian sat stretched out on his bed, tilting her head, asking with her eyes if she were interrupting anything his smile told her she wasn’t. Moving to the bed and snuggling up beside him, his shoulder made a much better pillow for dreaming on.