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…