Gaining and losing
It is slightly astonishing how easily we fall back into our roles from before the Breaking. Linli, entirely unbidden, has re-assumed her position as my spymaster. This is probably as much because she is bored and has nothing else to do as out of a sense of duty, but I won't count my blessings. She could've chosen much worse.
The document she's brought and conversations she's reported have been quite illuminating. For instnace, aside from Lady Swanson, the one who has assumed "control" here, Linli, and Lady Salia, nobody knows that I'm awake. Further, mapping parties have been sent out, I was simply denied any evidence of their existence.
This is exactly the sort of sloppy play that I would expect from a Green. She knows I'm a hero and is consolidating her power and loyalties before revealing me. She was unable to manage it before I woke, and so is scrambling now. She should've kept me held. Did she think I would spend my convalescence in quiet meditation? I think I may have to speak privately with her.
As the days pass, my strength, both physical and in my channeling, returns. I am, I think, almost ready to leave this place, but other strengths seem much slower to return. As I prayed this morning, Etherani's scent filled my nose the way it did when she would lean over my shoulder to see what I was writing or reading. Her lips and breath tickling my ear, she would whisper the sweetest distractions until I abandoned my task for her embrace.
But the spot on my neck that should have been warmed was cold, nothing tickled my ear, there were no sweet words. I suddenly seemed so small compared to the emptiness where she wasn't. My prayer aborted, I crawled to Kye and sobbed uncontrollably into his silent form. Despite having known for no time at all, and despite losing her three times now, I seem to be no better at it.
The document she's brought and conversations she's reported have been quite illuminating. For instnace, aside from Lady Swanson, the one who has assumed "control" here, Linli, and Lady Salia, nobody knows that I'm awake. Further, mapping parties have been sent out, I was simply denied any evidence of their existence.
This is exactly the sort of sloppy play that I would expect from a Green. She knows I'm a hero and is consolidating her power and loyalties before revealing me. She was unable to manage it before I woke, and so is scrambling now. She should've kept me held. Did she think I would spend my convalescence in quiet meditation? I think I may have to speak privately with her.
As the days pass, my strength, both physical and in my channeling, returns. I am, I think, almost ready to leave this place, but other strengths seem much slower to return. As I prayed this morning, Etherani's scent filled my nose the way it did when she would lean over my shoulder to see what I was writing or reading. Her lips and breath tickling my ear, she would whisper the sweetest distractions until I abandoned my task for her embrace.
But the spot on my neck that should have been warmed was cold, nothing tickled my ear, there were no sweet words. I suddenly seemed so small compared to the emptiness where she wasn't. My prayer aborted, I crawled to Kye and sobbed uncontrollably into his silent form. Despite having known for no time at all, and despite losing her three times now, I seem to be no better at it.