Personal journal of Scribe-Adept Rewalt MasonBy:InquisitorVawn
The personal journal of Scribe-Adept Rewalt Mason of the Adeptus Administratum Office of Tithing and Export Management. Everyday life for an everyday man in Hive Minos on the world of Asphodel. (Author Note: I accept and welcome feedback, criticism, love it hate it - I'd love to hear from you and your thoughts. We have a forum now, in the games warhammer section. Come see us! V)
Rated: Fiction M - English - Sci-Fi/Suspense - Administratum - Chapters: 66 - Words: 53,713 - Reviews: 24 - Favs: 22 - Follows: 36 - Updated: Oct 5, 2016 - Published: Jun 19, 2016 - id: 12006919
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Secunday, Guire 11th 067.M42
Madalene came up to me while we were on break today. I'd been trying to get Mum on the vox, to see if I could get an update about what was going on with Mei, but she wasn't answering. I think she might have been busy, she has been a bit, between appointments with the doctors and the Order Famulous, trying to arrange custody for Mei. I'm sure she'll call me back some time this evening.
I don't know how long she'd been watching me, not long I think. I didn't get the impression that she'd been spying on me or anything. But I was in the hall, finishing up the vox message that I was leaving for Mum, when she came around the corner and caught my eye. I haven't told anyone apart from Scribe-Master Warders about the situation - I don't really think it's all that relevant to anyone. I've been trying to keep a calm face and just carrying on with my work but… Kader's perceptive. I guess that's why she's so good at her work.
She didn't ask what was going on, she just kind of touched my arm and said if I ever needed anyone to talk to, I could always talk to her. Or if I wanted a drink any time she'd take me out, her treat. I didn't really know what to say to that. I'm afraid I think I might have made a bit of a fool of myself, I didn't really say yes or no, I just kind of stuttered out something like "That would be nice…" or something, I can't quite remember.
But she laughed. So I must have said something amusing. Her nose scrunches up a little when she laughs. I'd never really noticed that before.
Maybe I'll take her up on that drink tomorrow.
Thought for the Day: Fear is permissible. Cowardice is not.
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