Chapter two-Remembering
It was twilight and the rain swirled through her hair as she waited and worried. Thinking about him reminded her of the past.
Elinor Loredan became the wife of Fenoglio on a breezy and cool day, with all of the glass men and the fairies and all of their favorite people. It was a year ago and the sun shown down upon the perfect couple. Everyone was happy. Everyone was sure of their future-everyone except Meggie.
It was warm in the evening. Farid kept casting sheepish grins my way and playing with special fire roses for Brianna. They were together: united in their love for Dustfinger. I loved Farid still, but it was a tremulous spark that cast only a faint gleam of light upon my heart. And Brianna needed him more than I did because I already had someone that held me in their heart.
Doria was, of course, at the wedding. Elinor still had the conviction that Doria was someone of noble birth and was therefore royalty. She also knew that I couldn't stand being away from him. I was too glad to see him, as always. Strong Man and Doria had walked into the clearing and then the wedding began. Doria seemed more reserved than usual during and after the festivities.
He came to visit almost every day before the wedding. Some days it was a little quiet, just calm and relaxing and others, I would become embarrassed as we read together. I taught Doria how to read a couple weeks after Mo was free from death and the Adderhead. He liked the books that Elinor and Darius had brought back from our world. He especially enjoyed reading Pride and Prejudice, which made some of the days…and nights …more than a little bit….interesting… and impossibly full of the love that we felt for each other.
I always knew what he would be like whenever I met him in the street or at the home that Mo and Resa and my brother lived in. Doria had a perpetual happiness, exuberance, and restfulness that made me feel safe and protected. He would never stop being my only comfort, my only soul mate and the only one would understand me. Mo is my father and the one that I love most of all. It is different from when I was little, though. I still depend on Mo, but can I ever be away from my devoted father? Can I leave Mo? And what would it be like?
I never thought that I would have to face such decisions, but I knew that it would have to be dealt with. For now, I would enjoy the wedding and the trilling of the birds and the family that surrounds me. I would enjoy the fact that I had a mother and a Mo and a brother, who was so similar to Resa that I could not help but be entranced by him and his powerful gift of flight. My brother, with his father's hair and eyes and Resa's personality, was a unique person of the Inkworld.
It was late in the night when Dustfinger led me to Doria. At first I thought that there was something terribly wrong. Only later would I realize that it would portend the future and my fate.