((Wednesday May 7, 2008 - Late Night))
((Follows Moments at the Inn for 5/7/08))
?Hurry back Silas.?
What the lady did not know was that Silas was still there, incorporeal in form. His consciousness filled the air of the realm and he kept an eye on that which happened within it. Aware of the lady Eva?s visit and the stress she had been under, as well as the more recent visit by the Blue One who had managed to bring out a more playful side of Izira. Alain?s village was of little concern to him. Though, if needed, it would prove itself invaluable. Alain, himself, had not been seen for a while either. He believed he was correct in his assessment of the man Izira insisted on calling her Love. A man given to his work, given to his desire, unprepared to keep the heart with which he toyed. It was a thorn in his side, but for the time being Silas was willing to ignore that slight annoyance. He was not overruled by his emotions. His poker face was impeccable and if the time came to lay out his cards, he was ready. Alas, there were fates already set in motion and to suddenly interfere might ruin the outcome he was hoping for. Planned for and, more so, needed. His silent companions urged him in their own ways, it had been too long.
Still, Izira was more than a means to an end. He was fond of her. Cheering on her triumphs and empathetic to her sorrow when she failed, he had become a friend to her. They had been together for years, how could he not? He knew her history, her flaws. Like a clockmaker he had become familiar with the way she worked. Why she always wore dresses and skirts, where she learned to cook, the reason behind her distaste for coffee. He even knew how it was that a lady with such a destructive past managed to be completely unscarred. He knew her better than anyone, perhaps even herself at times. It left him as frustrated as her at these times when they could not communicate. Anything could occur and what he had worked so hard to gain could be at a risk.
No, it would be alright. Even now he could feel his power returning to him. Another day or two and he would be back. In the meantime he would watch and hope that nothing damaging happened.
((Follows Moments at the Inn for 5/7/08))
?Hurry back Silas.?
What the lady did not know was that Silas was still there, incorporeal in form. His consciousness filled the air of the realm and he kept an eye on that which happened within it. Aware of the lady Eva?s visit and the stress she had been under, as well as the more recent visit by the Blue One who had managed to bring out a more playful side of Izira. Alain?s village was of little concern to him. Though, if needed, it would prove itself invaluable. Alain, himself, had not been seen for a while either. He believed he was correct in his assessment of the man Izira insisted on calling her Love. A man given to his work, given to his desire, unprepared to keep the heart with which he toyed. It was a thorn in his side, but for the time being Silas was willing to ignore that slight annoyance. He was not overruled by his emotions. His poker face was impeccable and if the time came to lay out his cards, he was ready. Alas, there were fates already set in motion and to suddenly interfere might ruin the outcome he was hoping for. Planned for and, more so, needed. His silent companions urged him in their own ways, it had been too long.
Still, Izira was more than a means to an end. He was fond of her. Cheering on her triumphs and empathetic to her sorrow when she failed, he had become a friend to her. They had been together for years, how could he not? He knew her history, her flaws. Like a clockmaker he had become familiar with the way she worked. Why she always wore dresses and skirts, where she learned to cook, the reason behind her distaste for coffee. He even knew how it was that a lady with such a destructive past managed to be completely unscarred. He knew her better than anyone, perhaps even herself at times. It left him as frustrated as her at these times when they could not communicate. Anything could occur and what he had worked so hard to gain could be at a risk.
No, it would be alright. Even now he could feel his power returning to him. Another day or two and he would be back. In the meantime he would watch and hope that nothing damaging happened.