I have spent the past days arranging a system by which I can watch over Freya without standing so close to her side. Inca, Ananiah, Eburnean, Ophell, and even Orison have taken turns on guard, and Taralom keeps watch from heaven, so that even though I am rarely with her myself, she is never alone. This is a sorrow for me, but it is for the best. We have learned from this that she recognizes my presence, distinct from that…
All is peaceful as the season advances towards celebration. Freya has still been searching, but without the same fear and confusion that she felt before I helped her send her father away. Now, rather than needing to know what is happening to her, she is just curious. It’s opened a few doors for her, if just in her own thoughts. She’s been digging through many different religious traditions, collecting tidbits of truth. The modern, “spiritual” beliefs about angels have gotten…
This morning, when Sam came downstairs for his first cup of coffee, Freya was already sitting on her sofa, fully dressed and sipping her third. He stopped at the foot of the stairs, and I could see the wariness curling in his stomach already. I wonder what was more intimidating to his spirit—the awareness of a Cherub standing in that room with hostile wings spread, or the glint of resolve in his daughter’s eyes. “Hey, kiddo,” he said. “Thought you…
I cannot for the life of me determine whether Sam wants to be anything in his life, except comfortable. He has dabbled in cooking, photography, construction, various retail and service positions—apparently his recent journeys in an RV with a woman named Cecile were his attempts to get a travel blog going. Now he is talking about playing the guitar on street corners and working his way around the world that way, but seeing that he has to learn how to…
Well, here I am again, though I said that I would keep my distance from Freya. I would have done so, if she didn’t need me, but she certainly does now. Is it not my role to protect her from those who would use her own kindness against her? But this time, it is not a Fallen who wishes to do this. Inca was with Freya when she came home from work this afternoon to find that someone was in…
Freya has been looking into luck and growing increasingly frustrated when her findings do not align with her experience. “It’s just so weird, you know?” she told George this afternoon. She’d arranged to meet with all three of them to plan for the wedding, but at the last minute Kara had had to cancel, thanks to some small emergency with her mother. Since they were unwilling to talk about the wedding without the bride, the conversation wandered instead back to…
It is good to have a success under my wings, even with all the worries that remain. For this I have to thank Ophell, Ananiah, Inca, Eburnean, Brid, and my new friend Erendura, whose courage in the face of strange circumstances impressed me to no end. I would never have been able to do it without you. Erendura is a Fortune, and I admit that before I requested her assistance I did not know the richness of their discipline. Luck,…
I apologize for my extended absence, and I do not have very much time to remedy it. I have been on the hunt, and I must get back to it. On the day after my last post, Freya came home from work and ordered a bouquet of flowers for a coworker who had broken her leg. The next day she was worried about another coworker who has fallen ill, and the day after that her new assistant had to quit…
My spirits were so low this evening that I asked Ruhamah to be excused from my training. I knew only that I did not have the heart and that it would do me no good, but once I was excused I did not know what to do with myself. I went first to visit Brid, but she had a lesson with Perrine. Then I tried to find peace on the mountain, but Orison and Rumael were already there and at…
This morning I could bear the helplessness no longer, and I went to find Orison. He was in council with Salathiel, but perhaps they saw some of my desperation, for they broke off their conversation to give me their undivided attention. I was grateful for that, but not for their advice. “It is a bad idea,” Orison said bluntly when I had explained what I wanted to do. “To say nothing of the foolishness of looking for trouble, Asa’el—you know…