Asa'el

I feel that I should use this post to express my deep gratitude and humility, and I do.  I am overwhelmed by this kindness and trust.  But there are other, colder emotions living in me at the thought of what happened today. It was the first time I have been privileged to attend a strategical session among the Guardian seniors.  Salathiel was there, along with all of my teachers—Ruhamah, Anathalie, and Ero’an—and several other high-ranking Cherubim.  Kasfe was there, looking…

At last, at last. I have not been patient, but I have been obedient.  I have rested, and I have spoken to my seniors and to the Comforters and the Singers, and I have done every single thing Brid asked of me.  I have stayed away from the hunt, though I am parched for news.  But until I know for certain that this news will not set back my healing, I will hold myself away even from rumors of the…

It is good, so very good to reclaim even a small part of my own life again.  Inca has been so kind to keep us informed, both me and you, my readers, but I am very glad to be able to speak to you again. I remain very weak, but Brid says that my impatience and wish to be out and about again is a good sign.  I in turn am encouraged that the worry has begun to fade from…

The worst being behind us, both of our wounded ones are recovering now.  We broke through to Asa’el just in time—the wound to his spirit was beginning to fester.  Any longer and he would have been beyond help save from our Father himself.  But with the strength of all three humans under his wings, he is recovering.  He remains isolated to regain his health, and so I am still writing for him, and keeping watch over Freya. Her recovery is…

The only way I can think to relate everything that has happened tonight is just to tell it in order. I was with Freya as she came home this evening for the first time—she spent Sunday night in the hospital, and last night with the Seilers.  I knew that Asa’el would want to know how she was—at least he will when he is better.  She does not look well.  She is still pale and drawn, and there are dark shadows…

First: Asa’el and Freya are both still alive. So many have been asking about him, for it seems that pieces of the story have flown through heaven with a swiftness only bad news can achieve.  I am not certain why I was selected to write this, except perhaps because I am considered the closest friend Asa’el has in heaven, save of course Brid and Orison, and neither of them can be taken from their tasks.  So I, Inca, write now…

I did not want to leave the hunt today.  We finally have a real lead—a Violence we have captured who was assigned to Asoharith’s command.  It took some time, but we finally persuaded it to tell us what it knew about Asoharith’s plans.  As a result, we now know where Asoharith will be in a week’s time, and we will be ready.  But Asoharith is canny, and she has led me into traps before, so we continue to search.  I…

I do not have time or patience to tell the whole story.  All the time that I have wasted on writing, on friendship, on rest, has resulted in the death of one of our own. A few days ago, I was accompanying Freya home after work.  She was laughing about something, but I can no longer remember about what.  I only remember the way that laugh cut off the moment she stepped into the house. We both knew that something…

It has been good to see Freya’s energy returning.  She went to visit her mother this weekend—I think mostly to reassure Esther that she is well again—and spent the time helping around the house, cleaning and tidying and fetching flowers to put in the windows.  It was a happy, peaceful time for her, and it helped that her sense of taste has finally returned, which gave her an opportunity to tease her mother (“I can honestly say, Ma, for the…

I have been to several weddings before, and always they were elaborate affairs, the result of long hours of planning and careful arrangements.  This wedding, however, was something different. George and Kara went to the courthouse this morning, with only George’s parents, Kara’s mother, and Freya to accompany them.  They were dressed simply, George in a button-down and slacks, Kara in wide-leg trousers and a sleek blazer.  They exchanged rote vows and rings, signed documents, and kissed just once, and…