Chapter 2 : Her
Fergus smiles. His sister is a beautiful baby and he couldn't be happier for his mother and father. Maker forgive me for lying. "Mother, what is her name going to be?" The attention turns over to Fergus and he warms. "Kaitlyn Elissa Cousland." the arlessa replies, turning back to the newborn in her arms.
A week goes by.
Fergus is not happy. In fact, he could not be more unhappy. Even when Leon, his mabari war hound, broke his leg while chasing the city cats. He never gets any attention anymore. No one asks him what he wants for supper. How he feels. If he wants to go hunting. No, it's all about his stupid sister. Kaitlyn this and Kaitlyn that. They could toss her out in the barn with the horses for all he cares. He he he. Fergus gets a laugh out of that thought, but his inner-joy is soon crushed by the cries of his sister. He creeps into her room, and spies on the people within.
"Ser doctor, what is happening to her? Why is she doing this?" He hears his mother whisper. Kaitlyn starts crying. Fergus believes the doctor is speaking, "-never seen it before, even I don't understand. It's not the work of magic. " Silence. "Doctor, again! It's happening again!" Fergus runs into the nursery to find that his sister is sleeping in her crib, but the doctor calls it a "faint", which Fergus doesn't understand. Soon after he runs in, he's shooed out, and shut out of the room for good.
He hears from the servant elves that Kaitlyn doesn't wake in the weeks of waiting.
"All that the Maker has wrought is in His hand
Beloved and precious to Him.
Where the Maker has turned His face away,
Is a Void in all things;
In the world, in the Fade,
In the hearts and minds of men."
-Threnodies 12:5