I remember when I was learning about the Fallen from Orison, I didn’t think much about Disasters. He described them as small creatures whose power is to use objects from nature to cause trouble. At the time I did not think that they rated their name. I was wrong. Everything is interconnected in this wonderful, maddening world that our Father created, and hatred when used with cunning is always dangerous. Thankfully I was with Freya this evening—she had something of…
I have nothing much to report—things have been calm with Freya, with no sign of Fallen interference. She has come to believe that her new contentment stems from a level of self-awareness and self-satisfaction that she has never felt before. That is a relief to me, because as long as she does not see anything mystical in the feeling, I can stay close to her. I have asked Orison what will happen if Freya becomes too aware of my presence—if…
I was on patrol with Orison this evening when of a sudden, something changed. I couldn’t tell what it was, but it felt like the sky had opened up and the emptiness beyond were crashing down upon us. My wings went immediately numb, and I plummeted from my flight with a cry. Orison caught me, but I could sense that he was having trouble, too. He barely managed to catch us both before we crashed to the earth, and then…
I am conflicted. My heart seems to keep going in circles—from joy, to guilt, to frustration, then relief and joy again. I don’t quite know how to stop the cycle. Kara called Freya last night to invite her to lunch today, and though Freya had a lunch meeting, I encouraged her to make time for her friend. My motives were not pure, I admit—I hoped that in her conversation with Kara, I might pick up a few clues on Freya’s…
It is not often now that Freya surprises me, but she did today. I am not quite certain what to make of it. She met Sol for coffee this afternoon, and they stayed more than an hour past the time that Freya had thought it would take. She finds Sol intelligent, funny, and philosophical—“you have to be, when you’re named after the wisest king in history,” he pointed out. And he was really drawn to her as well. I anticipated…
After today, Freya’s fear of dogs is not likely to go away soon. I wasn’t with her when she went to meet Sol at the dog park today. I’d wanted to be, but I was delayed on my patrol when Ophell and I found a knot of Violences encouraging a bar brawl. We had just finished off the enemy when Eburnean sounded the alarm. I arrived in time to find Freya stretching out her hand to a sleek, coppery dog…
After so many entries carrying only bad news and danger, I’m excited to write about something lighter for a change. Part of me rather misses being a Cupid. Freya has been dogsitting for one of her neighbors this past week. She is a little afraid of dogs, but Bailey is a fat beagle, thirteen years old and as harmless as can be. He and Freya have become good friends, and today she even decided that she would take him to…
All has been quiet with Freya since the incident with the Arrogance. She has settled into her new position with an ease that surprised her, though it does not surprise me. She has many guards now and is never alone, but I have noticed that she is more comfortable when I myself am close. For this reason I was displeased to have been called away from her, but now I am glad, for it gave me an opportunity that few…
I am tired. I have been busy, between my usual patrols and guarding Freya, extra training with Ruhamah, and hunting in every spare moment that I have. Both Brid and Orison have been watching me, worried that I will overreach my strength. I am doing my best not to push myself beyond my limits, but it is hard. I have yet to locate the Arrogance that touched Freya. No doubt it is deep in hiding, for I myself and my…
Another Fallen came after Freya today. I am so angry I can hardly find words to express it. The only thing that comforts me is that something good came out of it, after all. Just last week Freya received confirmation of something that has been office talk for some time: the collections editor at the press is moving on from her position, and so one of the assistants will be promoted to take her place. As everyone expected, that someone…