Post by The Librarian on Sept 2, 2011 6:36:43 GMT -8
*sitting in the hearth room with a cup of hot tea Sage writes to Phaen*
Captain Grey
Innamorata's Fury, Pier 13
Port Westgate
Arcadia
Dearest Phaen;
Autumn seems colder this year, faces in the Freehold are few and far between and quiet contemplation seems to occupy my mind more than anything else.
The caverns below the freehold are complete, and I slip down to the balefire and share my thoughts with her more than anyone else, the time when the Fae advised kings, or held any kind of political weight has faded away... perhaps as it should be. I think back and see much strife during those years, though the quiet that has settled in feels stagnating also. Aedon Durreah, bless him remains loyal to the end; though I can visit but rarely. Silverwood is the last harbour untainted by those that make us ill. Everthorne has fallen to ghosts since you've been away.
It seems even those closest too us have taken to keeping company with the undead rather than their own kin. Thyme has moved to Istas... I have tried repeatedly to get her to see her folly, but she won't hear me. I fear for my sister, Phaen, I worry that something awful will happen to her. I need to speak to Lord Azrael and he's provided the means to do so without having to sit in the same room with him, but... speak to him how? What can I say that will have any impact on someone so unfeeling, so banal. I feel like a child when I think about speaking to him, what could I possibly say that would have any significance. I don't dare cross him...
I am glad for the most part the Freehold is self sufficient, and we have little need from the outside. I will continue to do my best to keep us together, while I miss those who have moved on. I put out all the pumpkins from years past that I have collected. Reminders of times when we were together, and there were more of us. Samhain is a week away and is arriving on bitter winds.
Write me soon... I could use some good news.
Love Sage
Sage Aurora
Firebrand
Freehold of Roses,
Malas, Sosaria
Captain Grey
Innamorata's Fury, Pier 13
Port Westgate
Arcadia
Dearest Phaen;
Autumn seems colder this year, faces in the Freehold are few and far between and quiet contemplation seems to occupy my mind more than anything else.
The caverns below the freehold are complete, and I slip down to the balefire and share my thoughts with her more than anyone else, the time when the Fae advised kings, or held any kind of political weight has faded away... perhaps as it should be. I think back and see much strife during those years, though the quiet that has settled in feels stagnating also. Aedon Durreah, bless him remains loyal to the end; though I can visit but rarely. Silverwood is the last harbour untainted by those that make us ill. Everthorne has fallen to ghosts since you've been away.
It seems even those closest too us have taken to keeping company with the undead rather than their own kin. Thyme has moved to Istas... I have tried repeatedly to get her to see her folly, but she won't hear me. I fear for my sister, Phaen, I worry that something awful will happen to her. I need to speak to Lord Azrael and he's provided the means to do so without having to sit in the same room with him, but... speak to him how? What can I say that will have any impact on someone so unfeeling, so banal. I feel like a child when I think about speaking to him, what could I possibly say that would have any significance. I don't dare cross him...
I am glad for the most part the Freehold is self sufficient, and we have little need from the outside. I will continue to do my best to keep us together, while I miss those who have moved on. I put out all the pumpkins from years past that I have collected. Reminders of times when we were together, and there were more of us. Samhain is a week away and is arriving on bitter winds.
Write me soon... I could use some good news.
Love Sage
Sage Aurora
Firebrand
Freehold of Roses,
Malas, Sosaria