How are you faring without Abigail at the Chateau? You have had to notice her absence as well. I am at fault for that, of course. I knew I would be gone for some time and while I did not think to tell you, I thought it was time to reward Abigail for her faithfulness. The woman really does work entirely too hard. I recognize that I am not an easy employer to keep happy, after all.
Do you find that humorous? That I know I am difficult and yet take no steps towards becoming less difficult to deal with? Or does that irritate you?
Those questions really do not matter. What does matter is why I am writing. I remembered something today so vividly while at yet another Court function that I had to commit it to parchment. And why not send it on to you since the memory in question involves you?
The memory has to do with Abigail’s waffles. Do you remember them? Covered in blueberries, raspberries and strawberry slices and then drizzled with maple syrup before finally being topped with whipped cream and two cherries. I can taste them now and it is making my mouth water. Why is it that such a human meal causes that response? Where as all the meals here at Court might as well have been tasteless and odorless lately?
Anyway, it was not just the waffles but the memory involved you too. How often did she indulge us with that very thing and deliver it to us while still in bed? Certainly not since this whole fiasco with my memory has occurred but she obviously did it at least once otherwise how would I have remembered it? Or remembered the disapproving and yet affectionate look in her eyes? Or the look in your eyes as she practically ran from the room to close the door behind her?
Do I need to go into detail about the rest of it? I think not. The hot flash the memory gave me in the midst of all the political maneuvering was enough for the day. At least that memory brought about a distinctive emotion within me, no? You can at least be secure in the knowledge that while I am unsure of most things right now, I am certain I still desire you. Beyond that? Only time will tell.
~C
It wasn’t until Celena was setting the seal to the envelope that she heard the knocking on the door. Blinking, the Fae set aside the seal and spoke.
“Yes?”
The door cracked open just enough to give her a view of her long time mentor and now Consort, an amused smile in place.
“Lost in your thoughts, Aithne? You are supposed to be getting ready for dinner. Tiernan expects us.”
The redhead frowned faintly while lightly touching a fingertip to the wax to see if it had set, only once she was certain of it did she turn it over and go through the motions of adding the number two in the right hand corner and Marion’s name in the center in a scrawling script.
“I know, Phelan. I had something that had to be done first. Besides, a change in wardrobe will take nothing more than a thought.”
He nodded but his eyes were on the envelope even as Celena used the spell that sent it on its way to the little forest glade that was her room at the Chateau. The Glanconer might not have known its intended destination, but he could guess it.
“Well then concentrate on that thought and let us be on our way. Mab will surely be there just waiting to find a reason to attack.”
Celena met the Glanconer’s eyes then and frowned.
“Thank you so much for that little reminder. Now back to the sitting room with you. I shall be there shortly.”
She shooed him with a hand gesture that caused the male to laugh, a rich musical sound capable of sending shivers down the spine.
“Of course, Aithne. Must not disturb you while you finish communicating with your little godling. Do not be too long though.”
With that the door closed and the redhead was left alone once more.
“Some times I wish he were less aware of my every step.”
With a peevish snort, Celena rose and went about getting ready. It was going to be a long night.
((OOC)) Author:cooper_fanatic Muse: Celena Ducayne Fandom: The Decay of Dreams; Original Character Word Count: 738 Warnings: sexual situations alluded to // potentially NSFW Challenge: Table #28 Prompt:Waffles
This letter is the second of ten that will be written to Mari. The only real explanation needed for these letters is that Celena is keeping a promise in some backwards way while exploring the return of certain memories and the feelings, or lack of them, that go with those memories. Comments are always welcome at the provided link.