Liana - memories returned - 16 April 110AE
It had been a normal day, or at least as normal as it got with Ana still imprisoned and Rey away. Liana had finally got the boys to bed and sat down on the sofa for a moment's rest. She must have started to fall asleep since, for a moment, the return of the memories from the Eternal Champion's tournament seemed a strange dream then the full force of them hit.
She cried out, thinking too late of the boys in the next room, as they came running in to find her in tears. How could she explain that they were as much tears of joy as sorrow? Where could she find the words to tell them what had happened? Instead, she pulled herself together and bundled them back into bed saying only that Mama had remembered something very important and if they were good she would tell them about it in the morning.
And, oh what news she had to tell them, though how she would ever be able to explain it she wasn't quite sure. But she had tell Phen his father was somewhere safe, somewhere he was happy even if he couldn't be with them and that he had never suffered the horrors of the Plane of Tortured Souls. (Though it was ironic that she had ended up going there for his sake...) She had to tell them she had spoken with people who had assured her Ana was as well as could be and had good friends who were taking care of her.
Then as she had finally got the boys settled again, Thorn evidently decided he had waited long enough, or maybe had been taking in those memories, and now he wanted to discuss what had happened with the drow and with Voronwe, and how glad she was she had not had his oath to uphold back then. Which reminded her the Bladesingers must be told of the drow within the prison.
Still, she had to write down everything she remembered before the memories faded. There were the sentences of death - the Defenders definitely needed to hear of those. And then the collars and their plan for escape. She would need to speak with Brend too - see what he remembered. Then there was the half-elf, Dracen, he would be coming to see her soon if all was well with him. And of course the barbarian - and now she recognised the name of the Pathfinder he had claimed was his girlfriend - wasn't she the one Llandriel spoke of with such little regard, the cousin of his lady? Still, she would have to go and thank him - she thought she remembered hearing something about a tavern...
There would be little sleep for her that night, but through it all one thought sustained her, Voronwe safe and well and she would see him again in just a few short months. Though... something about that niggled at the back of her mind...
Every step toward the goal of justice requires sacrifice, suffering, and struggle; the tireless exertions and passionate concern of dedicated individuals.
Martin Luther King, Jr.
She cried out, thinking too late of the boys in the next room, as they came running in to find her in tears. How could she explain that they were as much tears of joy as sorrow? Where could she find the words to tell them what had happened? Instead, she pulled herself together and bundled them back into bed saying only that Mama had remembered something very important and if they were good she would tell them about it in the morning.
And, oh what news she had to tell them, though how she would ever be able to explain it she wasn't quite sure. But she had tell Phen his father was somewhere safe, somewhere he was happy even if he couldn't be with them and that he had never suffered the horrors of the Plane of Tortured Souls. (Though it was ironic that she had ended up going there for his sake...) She had to tell them she had spoken with people who had assured her Ana was as well as could be and had good friends who were taking care of her.
Then as she had finally got the boys settled again, Thorn evidently decided he had waited long enough, or maybe had been taking in those memories, and now he wanted to discuss what had happened with the drow and with Voronwe, and how glad she was she had not had his oath to uphold back then. Which reminded her the Bladesingers must be told of the drow within the prison.
Still, she had to write down everything she remembered before the memories faded. There were the sentences of death - the Defenders definitely needed to hear of those. And then the collars and their plan for escape. She would need to speak with Brend too - see what he remembered. Then there was the half-elf, Dracen, he would be coming to see her soon if all was well with him. And of course the barbarian - and now she recognised the name of the Pathfinder he had claimed was his girlfriend - wasn't she the one Llandriel spoke of with such little regard, the cousin of his lady? Still, she would have to go and thank him - she thought she remembered hearing something about a tavern...
There would be little sleep for her that night, but through it all one thought sustained her, Voronwe safe and well and she would see him again in just a few short months. Though... something about that niggled at the back of her mind...
Every step toward the goal of justice requires sacrifice, suffering, and struggle; the tireless exertions and passionate concern of dedicated individuals.
Martin Luther King, Jr.