Post by etowey on Jan 29, 2007 22:46:45 GMT -5
Once again finding myself among the chosen… what can one say? I had long since gotten over the itch for their contact, the longing for the eldritch power coursing inside me, filling my mind with… everything. Alas, I fear I cannot endure the withdrawal again. I had not realized how deeply my senses, my mind had been numbed by this plane.
I have done well for myself here, by their standards. I exist as a cog in their legal machine, even as I stand outside of it. And yet, I found myself giving notice of an immediate sabbatical. No reason to burn bridges. I have even grown comfortable with some of the people with whom I am employed, if not overly fond of them. One or two of them show signs of genuine intellect.
I knew of course that my return to the light would come in time, but I must admit to being a little disheartened that the instrument of my return might be of Unseelie origin. Still, the man clearly has talent, and once I could see through his veils, I knew he was on to something. What’s more, I knew that he’d probably require more help than the other Unseelie cast-outs can provide, just as I knew that my fellow shining courtiers couldn’t possibly bring themselves to ‘give’ what was required. They are not properly motivated. I had hoped one of them would have sense enough to recognize my sacrifice for what it was, but as I expected, it merely disgusted them.
Indeed, I was delighted to see Lady Althea, yet when she refused to identify herself, I was unable to resist proving my deductions. So many people wanting to know who she was, and yet know one asking me… I must say I was surprised by my reaction. Apparently I have become accustomed to recognition and respect.
One thing about the events does trouble me deeply. I know that I am a child of some prophesy, but according to my sources, there are actually two individuals of interest to the court, or the Royals, or perhaps both. Who can the other be? Despite all the distrust and secrecy, I believe I was able to accurately identify all of the species present, and among the Bright Courtiers at least, most of the individuals. Yet I am unable to divine who the other might be…
I have done well for myself here, by their standards. I exist as a cog in their legal machine, even as I stand outside of it. And yet, I found myself giving notice of an immediate sabbatical. No reason to burn bridges. I have even grown comfortable with some of the people with whom I am employed, if not overly fond of them. One or two of them show signs of genuine intellect.
I knew of course that my return to the light would come in time, but I must admit to being a little disheartened that the instrument of my return might be of Unseelie origin. Still, the man clearly has talent, and once I could see through his veils, I knew he was on to something. What’s more, I knew that he’d probably require more help than the other Unseelie cast-outs can provide, just as I knew that my fellow shining courtiers couldn’t possibly bring themselves to ‘give’ what was required. They are not properly motivated. I had hoped one of them would have sense enough to recognize my sacrifice for what it was, but as I expected, it merely disgusted them.
Indeed, I was delighted to see Lady Althea, yet when she refused to identify herself, I was unable to resist proving my deductions. So many people wanting to know who she was, and yet know one asking me… I must say I was surprised by my reaction. Apparently I have become accustomed to recognition and respect.
One thing about the events does trouble me deeply. I know that I am a child of some prophesy, but according to my sources, there are actually two individuals of interest to the court, or the Royals, or perhaps both. Who can the other be? Despite all the distrust and secrecy, I believe I was able to accurately identify all of the species present, and among the Bright Courtiers at least, most of the individuals. Yet I am unable to divine who the other might be…