Fiona had been busy ever since the Regime and others had set off for the meeting called by Tempus. She had been unable to prevent herself from worrying, wondering if they were going to be okay, what Tempus might do to them, when they would return. In all truth, she hadn't expected them to be home as quickly as they had been, but when she heard the call of Asterion's bonded, she knew.
The lavender girl rushed from the kitchen, steps clicking across the stone streets, and tightly clutching a platter stacked high with apple fritters. Fiona had thrown herself into a baking frenzy. Champion of Community may have been her new title, and her heart always a Caretaker's heart, but she had many hobbies. Drawing, flower arranging, baking. Art was her relaxer, flower arranging a secret joy, and baking a distraction.
In fact, she had tried so hard to distract herself she was sure she carried enough treats for everyone who entered the citadel on the heels of Asterion and the rest of the Regime. Fiona slowed her pace before she nearly ran into anyone, and her gaze hastily passed over each and everyone present to be sure they were not injured in any way.
When the Regent started to speak she could not help the widening of her eyes at the news. He had trapped them up there? What purpose could that have possibly had that he felt it was necessary, and on top of that his children began bickering amongst themselves, their own patron goddess even. Perhaps, Fiona thought, it was not only the courts that needed an intervention as the God of Time perceived.
She had questions and concerns, but this was not the ideal place for her to scribble down the thoughts swarming through her mind. Rather, Fiona pushed them aside momentarily as she stood before the ones she cared for, her Court, her family, and a glint came into her eyes. Resolute, purposeful. Passing around the goods she had baked, Fiona drew her notepad and pencil from the small pack at her side and wrote in clear, sharp letters,
Whatever comes, we will face it together.
The lavender girl rushed from the kitchen, steps clicking across the stone streets, and tightly clutching a platter stacked high with apple fritters. Fiona had thrown herself into a baking frenzy. Champion of Community may have been her new title, and her heart always a Caretaker's heart, but she had many hobbies. Drawing, flower arranging, baking. Art was her relaxer, flower arranging a secret joy, and baking a distraction.
In fact, she had tried so hard to distract herself she was sure she carried enough treats for everyone who entered the citadel on the heels of Asterion and the rest of the Regime. Fiona slowed her pace before she nearly ran into anyone, and her gaze hastily passed over each and everyone present to be sure they were not injured in any way.
When the Regent started to speak she could not help the widening of her eyes at the news. He had trapped them up there? What purpose could that have possibly had that he felt it was necessary, and on top of that his children began bickering amongst themselves, their own patron goddess even. Perhaps, Fiona thought, it was not only the courts that needed an intervention as the God of Time perceived.
She had questions and concerns, but this was not the ideal place for her to scribble down the thoughts swarming through her mind. Rather, Fiona pushed them aside momentarily as she stood before the ones she cared for, her Court, her family, and a glint came into her eyes. Resolute, purposeful. Passing around the goods she had baked, Fiona drew her notepad and pencil from the small pack at her side and wrote in clear, sharp letters,
Whatever comes, we will face it together.
@Asterion @everyone <3
