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most_generous

The mages' quarters, Paras Derval, Fionavar

Jan 23, 2007 13:32

Kimberly Ford, Seer of Brennin, lay unconscious on the bed of the greatest mage in Fionavar. Arthur Pendragon had spoken long into the night with the mage, Loren Silvercloak, and his source Matt Sören, but by dawn both the mage and the dwarf were yawning. Arthur said, "Sleep. I'll watch over her ( Read more... )

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bannion_sight January 23 2007, 21:44:03 UTC

She had been weary beyond all measure, and for once her sleep had been without a seer's visions. Instead, Kim had dreamed of Ysanne's lake, and the peace to be found there.

This room is also quiet, but it is different, and eventually-- combined with a few hours' rest-- that is enough to overcome her exhaustion.

Slowly, Kim opens her eyes and sits up, looking around the room.

most_generous January 23 2007, 22:30:42 UTC

With the curtains closed, and only a low fire to light the room, there is very little to see. A man, hardly visible in the shadows, rises from a chair to draw the curtains. Brilliant sunlight, reflecting off snow, illuminates the room.

"Good morning, Seer," says Arthur Pendragon.

bannion_sight January 23 2007, 22:37:11 UTC

"Good morning," she says, even as the weight of sorrow falls through her again at what she has done.

But there was no help for it, and against all hope or expectation he has forgiven her, so Kim forces herself to set it aside and to move forward, starting with facing Arthur Pendragon as he is now, here, in this place.

"I didn't mean to sleep so long," Kim adds, a touch ruefully. "Loren and Matt?"

most_generous January 23 2007, 22:56:29 UTC

"Resting." Arthur Pendragon smiles at her. "They are wise and powerful, but mortal enough to require sleep eventually. As you are also."

Of course Arthur has forgiven Kim Ford. He has been called to fight, in a war that needs him lest all the kingdoms in all the worlds fail and fade; Kim has only done her duty to bring him here. What responsibilities he has elsewhere have been passed on to another, and his work is here in Fionavar.

Besides, they are here, or will be. Arthur knows how the curse must play out, but he misses them terribly, even so.

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