Post by Moira ap Eiluned on Oct 7, 2012 15:36:32 GMT -8
Waiting.
Every breath, every moment, she expected the Freehold door to open, for Amaranth to stride in. Changed, changed for certain. But he had to be coming back.
Moira remembered the look of shock on Hans’ face; she’d asked him what was wrong, and he told her. He’d felt his Oathbond to Amaranth break.
But there were other reasons for bonds like that to be released. Renaming could do it, or the will of the Dreaming. And there, in the depths of the Crucible, if he found himself, maybe it cleansed him of such marks, made a fresh start. It could happen that way.
Moira could not set aside her unease, and so by card and rune, water and fire, she looked for the threads of Amaranth’s Fate. She found only an empty loom.
But there were other reasons for such a failure; there were Powers and Places outside of such scrying, blocked to such Insight. The Crucible, and all of the Testing Realms, were almost certainly among these. So that could explain the void in the Tapestry.
Amaranth had survived so much, so many impossible things. He had greeted her mention of the Crucible with joy in his voice and hope in his eyes. He had been told the price, told what he would need to do to emerge victorious. He sounded certain of his success. He thanked her, said he was grateful for the opportunity. She had told him to work with his House, the best of the Masters of Soothsay, to guide Fate to his side in this endeavor. He said he would. Surely, surely with all that, he could not possibly fail.
Another breath, another moment, and the Freehold door would open, and Amaranth would stride in. He had to be coming back.
He had to be coming back.
Didn’t he?
Every breath, every moment, she expected the Freehold door to open, for Amaranth to stride in. Changed, changed for certain. But he had to be coming back.
Moira remembered the look of shock on Hans’ face; she’d asked him what was wrong, and he told her. He’d felt his Oathbond to Amaranth break.
But there were other reasons for bonds like that to be released. Renaming could do it, or the will of the Dreaming. And there, in the depths of the Crucible, if he found himself, maybe it cleansed him of such marks, made a fresh start. It could happen that way.
Moira could not set aside her unease, and so by card and rune, water and fire, she looked for the threads of Amaranth’s Fate. She found only an empty loom.
But there were other reasons for such a failure; there were Powers and Places outside of such scrying, blocked to such Insight. The Crucible, and all of the Testing Realms, were almost certainly among these. So that could explain the void in the Tapestry.
Amaranth had survived so much, so many impossible things. He had greeted her mention of the Crucible with joy in his voice and hope in his eyes. He had been told the price, told what he would need to do to emerge victorious. He sounded certain of his success. He thanked her, said he was grateful for the opportunity. She had told him to work with his House, the best of the Masters of Soothsay, to guide Fate to his side in this endeavor. He said he would. Surely, surely with all that, he could not possibly fail.
Another breath, another moment, and the Freehold door would open, and Amaranth would stride in. He had to be coming back.
He had to be coming back.
Didn’t he?