Chapter Nine
:: I could so get used to this. ::
"Indeed." The overly large bird name Kel agreed. Chloe shifted so her other flank was in the sun. It was like permanent summer. Chloe didn't have to do anything; she could sleep till all hours of the day if she felt like it.
Wren, however, was often busy from dawn to dusk with this magical training thing. One of the side effects of this was that Wren was too tired to dwell on either the strangeness of her surroundings or her fear of magic.
Chloe's stomach decided that it was lunchtime. She was just trying to work up the energy to walk down to the kitchens when her plans were interrupted by the arrival of the peacock who thought he was a wizard. He was even wearing shades of blue and green.
"Good morning Kelvren, Lady Chloe." Firesong said cheerily.
:: Buenas ding-dong-diddly dias. :: Chloe replied. The inhabitants of k'Valdemar were used to her unique style by now, so neither Kel and Firesong commented. :: How are things? ::
"Very well. Wren is progressing rapidly." Firesong replied, but his voice implied that there was a great deal more to that statement. Kel the gryphon took the hint and excused himself. Chloe had a pretty good idea what this was about. She just hoped Wren hadn't caused any permanent damage.
:: I hope that she hasn't accidentally created any new doors? ::
Firesong chuckled. "No, she really is doing quite well. But I fear there is little more that I can do until she deals with the issues behind her initial outburst. She is still controlling her Gift mainly by instinct, and that could get dangerous if she feels threatened."
:: Huh. :: Dangerous was something of an understatement. :: She's got some trust issues. Her mother died when she was small and her step-father was abusive. One day she just snapped. I'm told that there wasn't enough left of him to bury. ::
Firesong raised an eyebrow at this. Well, at least she thought he did. It was hard to tell, what with the mask and all. He sat on a convenient rock to consider this.
:: She hasn't been able to trust anyone in a very long time. :: Chloe blessed Ms. Hagar's psychology class. :: And now she's afraid that if anyone does get close, she's going to blow him into the next week. She needs reassurance that she's not going to screw up major on a fairly consistent basis. :: Chloe had to give her some credit though; Wren was doing a fairly good job, considering all that she'd been through.
"She trusts you."
:: No kidding. Everyone trusts white horses. :: Chloe sighed. :: I dunno. I'm just making it up as I go. Hire a shrink. ::
"Hmm." She might not be able to see his face, but Chloe knew that look. Firesong had just had a light bulb moment.
:: While you're here, I've got a query for you. :: Chloe had been considering this for a while. If anyone was likely to have an answer to her predicament, it was Firesong. She wasn't quite sure how to explain, so she simply took all the relevant memories, wrapped them up in a neat little ball and tossed it into Firesong's skull.
For a moment, his eyes went blank, mind processing the memories. Then he blinked and staggered back a bit.
"Oh…"
:: Take your time. No rush. :: Chloe tried not to laugh. It really wasn't funny. But it really was.
"It certainly is a unique problem." Firesong said cautiously.
:: You've got no clue, huh? :: Firesong wasn't ready to admit that. Yet.
"Let me think on this." Firesong said and got up to leave.
:: You know where to find me. ::
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:: I could so get used to this. ::
"Indeed." The overly large bird name Kel agreed. Chloe shifted so her other flank was in the sun. It was like permanent summer. Chloe didn't have to do anything; she could sleep till all hours of the day if she felt like it.
Wren, however, was often busy from dawn to dusk with this magical training thing. One of the side effects of this was that Wren was too tired to dwell on either the strangeness of her surroundings or her fear of magic.
Chloe's stomach decided that it was lunchtime. She was just trying to work up the energy to walk down to the kitchens when her plans were interrupted by the arrival of the peacock who thought he was a wizard. He was even wearing shades of blue and green.
"Good morning Kelvren, Lady Chloe." Firesong said cheerily.
:: Buenas ding-dong-diddly dias. :: Chloe replied. The inhabitants of k'Valdemar were used to her unique style by now, so neither Kel and Firesong commented. :: How are things? ::
"Very well. Wren is progressing rapidly." Firesong replied, but his voice implied that there was a great deal more to that statement. Kel the gryphon took the hint and excused himself. Chloe had a pretty good idea what this was about. She just hoped Wren hadn't caused any permanent damage.
:: I hope that she hasn't accidentally created any new doors? ::
Firesong chuckled. "No, she really is doing quite well. But I fear there is little more that I can do until she deals with the issues behind her initial outburst. She is still controlling her Gift mainly by instinct, and that could get dangerous if she feels threatened."
:: Huh. :: Dangerous was something of an understatement. :: She's got some trust issues. Her mother died when she was small and her step-father was abusive. One day she just snapped. I'm told that there wasn't enough left of him to bury. ::
Firesong raised an eyebrow at this. Well, at least she thought he did. It was hard to tell, what with the mask and all. He sat on a convenient rock to consider this.
:: She hasn't been able to trust anyone in a very long time. :: Chloe blessed Ms. Hagar's psychology class. :: And now she's afraid that if anyone does get close, she's going to blow him into the next week. She needs reassurance that she's not going to screw up major on a fairly consistent basis. :: Chloe had to give her some credit though; Wren was doing a fairly good job, considering all that she'd been through.
"She trusts you."
:: No kidding. Everyone trusts white horses. :: Chloe sighed. :: I dunno. I'm just making it up as I go. Hire a shrink. ::
"Hmm." She might not be able to see his face, but Chloe knew that look. Firesong had just had a light bulb moment.
:: While you're here, I've got a query for you. :: Chloe had been considering this for a while. If anyone was likely to have an answer to her predicament, it was Firesong. She wasn't quite sure how to explain, so she simply took all the relevant memories, wrapped them up in a neat little ball and tossed it into Firesong's skull.
For a moment, his eyes went blank, mind processing the memories. Then he blinked and staggered back a bit.
"Oh…"
:: Take your time. No rush. :: Chloe tried not to laugh. It really wasn't funny. But it really was.
"It certainly is a unique problem." Firesong said cautiously.
:: You've got no clue, huh? :: Firesong wasn't ready to admit that. Yet.
"Let me think on this." Firesong said and got up to leave.
:: You know where to find me. ::
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Questions, comments, critisicms, complaints? Make your voice heard.
.•´¨`•»¦«•Kerowyn•»¦«•´¨`•.