hello! I got the idea for this after reading Abhorsen and wondered what happened after. As I haven't yet read NSatCitC, this is probably AU.
enjoy!
It was ironic, Lirael reflected. She had gone to work at the Great Library of the Clayr to avoid people as much as possible. Now at the Abhorsen's house, she felt lonely. True, she had the company of the sendings, but they weren't exactly the best of conversationalists.
Mogget-no, Yrael, after having made his choice, seemed to have overcome his resentment of the Abhorsen's imprisonment of over a thousand years, (at least enough to avoid any attempted murders) but he was still rather cranky and ill tempered around them. Lirael had to admit she was glad he hadn't stuck around the house.
King Touchstone was busy with various things in bellisaire, such as finding good farmland for the Southerling refugees. A promise was a promise.
Her nephew, Sam was now busy building many things, drawing up plans and designs for buildings and structures, as well as continuing his inventing at the palace. He didn't know how to fly a paperwing, and going by horse was simply too long a journey, so he didn't really visit very often, either. He was in the process of devising some sort of instant transportation system all over the old kingdom, but talked too fast for anyone to really understand.
Ellimere was aiding her father with diplomatic problems, and doing a very good job of it, but that also left her too busy to visit her aunt.
Nick often visited, but he always acted awkward around her, trying to catch her eyes or something. She couldn't make heads or tails of his behavior, and every time he left, it was with reluctance. It was like he had expected her to realize something but was disappointed every time she didn't.
Her Clayr cousins and one aunt were available for the most part, but the distance to the glacier was too far if there was an emergency, and after nineteen years of unintentional sadness caused by them, it was really too awkward. Sanar and Ryelle were fine, but they didn't visit often.
So she didn't really get much of a chance to talk to anyone, and unlike her time in the library, she didn't like it.
That wasn't to say that Lirael just stood around in the Abhorsen's house feeling sorry for herself. Sabriel was also still trying to put down plenty of dead, (the remains of the destroyer's attempted return to power) and being the Abhorsen-in-waiting, Lirael was obligated to help. They had been searching for Chlorr on and off for a while, though the investigation had recently come to a dead end. And there were also her duties as a Rememberancer, less well known but no less important.
But there were times when she was alone and just wished for someone to talk to. She remembered the Disreputable Dog, and a stab of pain shot through her. She tried to push down the feeling, pain coursing though her.
She missed the library.
R&R or die!!!!!!!!
Nah, don't die. Please R&R, though?