Rochelle had been given the task of going through the piles of letter's that had been received dating back to before Nikolai was born. Shai was stretched piano wire tight and needed relief from her obligation's to them and the social etiquette.
Most were well wishes and congratulation's for the new birth, as it had trickled through numerous circles, from distant places. Rochelle was midway through the first stack when something caught her eye. It was a letter addressed to her, that had somehow been slid in with the rest.
The script was familiar and her eyes lit up as she began to read. It was from Beelah. That was a name she hadn't seen in a very long time. He was the Administrator to Tiro Mihai Bahir Ghazi. Reading the missive once and then twice, it was dated several weeks ago and Rochelle gasped aloud. "Qui? Belglade? Oh caro Santo."
Rochelle was not certain at this moment, if this was going to be a good thing or the work of the devil, and regardless of such, too much time had passed, there was no stopping what was the inevitable.
Shai was upstairs' napping with Nikolai, so it was with apprehension that Rochelle woke her gently and relayed the new's while setting the letter onto the bed. Assured the child was not disturbed, Shai got up and went into the sitting room.
"Tiro..." The name whispered, Shai folded the parchment and regarded Rochelle. "He should have been here by now, this letter is dated quite sometime ago. Prepare the house and the other's, Rochelle. We will have a visitor anytime now...."
(tbc)
Most were well wishes and congratulation's for the new birth, as it had trickled through numerous circles, from distant places. Rochelle was midway through the first stack when something caught her eye. It was a letter addressed to her, that had somehow been slid in with the rest.
The script was familiar and her eyes lit up as she began to read. It was from Beelah. That was a name she hadn't seen in a very long time. He was the Administrator to Tiro Mihai Bahir Ghazi. Reading the missive once and then twice, it was dated several weeks ago and Rochelle gasped aloud. "Qui? Belglade? Oh caro Santo."
Rochelle was not certain at this moment, if this was going to be a good thing or the work of the devil, and regardless of such, too much time had passed, there was no stopping what was the inevitable.
Shai was upstairs' napping with Nikolai, so it was with apprehension that Rochelle woke her gently and relayed the new's while setting the letter onto the bed. Assured the child was not disturbed, Shai got up and went into the sitting room.
"Tiro..." The name whispered, Shai folded the parchment and regarded Rochelle. "He should have been here by now, this letter is dated quite sometime ago. Prepare the house and the other's, Rochelle. We will have a visitor anytime now...."
(tbc)