formalities (Fiaethe, Elemmire)
She still felt worn, even if for a brief time she'd found sleep. But she'd done her best to tell Priestess Yorilan what it was she needed to know. To help Leironuoth once he was there, to know it was something she wanted. There were problems with Dream Walking, one of which was that not every dreamer retained anything let alone everything. But she'd made it as clear as Aeotha could. Manipulating that dream scape and painting Leironuoth into it. She was worn out, but had found the time to bathe and to change her clothes. A fresh dress seemed so strange now. It was a fine thing, not as fine as that dress Lady Fiaethe wore, but different all together from the once protective robes of a young Priestess. Aeotha no longer was forced to wear such things, though she often chose to. But the rank which was written in flowing script along such things was too much for hiding out in a home. This was more comfortable and less of a constant reminder of her title. Title. Life.
She did not know where title ended and life began, or if they were one in the same now.
Such things did still trouble her from time to time. How much of this was Aeotha, and how much of it was the reborn High Priestess. Unlike Leironuoth who was such at birth in a strange way, Aeotha had only recently gained such things. Memories that didn't belong there and a somewhat awkward feeling whenever she was elbow to elbow with Leironuoth. The majority of Champions and High Priestesses had been lovers and sometimes when she was looking at him for too long she found herself thinking along those lines. She wondered if he thought the same. But then, there were other thoughts in her head. More important ones.
As she made her way from the room she'd been given and into the room where they would be meeting to eat she wondered about Ilúvatar. She had considered him briefly while thinking about the other Knighted Houses which had been fighting over the claims to the throne when she'd first became High Priestess, but she had been swept away in those affairs quickly enough. With all of the temples to run and a country to rebuild.. she had been busy. That wasn't fair. She should have looked for him immediately but Aeotha, like many, had feared that every person she knew would be dead if she were to look for them. It had been ages since she'd seen the Knight. Too long. Too long since she'd first met him and travelled to the depths of the underworld where he'd somehow become the light to guide her.
Too long since she'd seen him after Eibhear had died. Too long since those few missions between then and the breaking. How to bridge that gap. How to.. did he remember her fondly? Did he ever wonder where she'd gone? Or was it now, now that he was leading this country, that he needed her around just because of what she was but not who she was. A sour thought. It did not belong in her head. What mattered was that he was brought back alive. Then she would do what she could do to right the situation. Tend to any wound he'd suffered and give him whatever it was he needed from her. If it was friendship she would gladly give it, if it was simply counsel and her title then he could have those.
When Aeotha entered the room the food was already laid out but neither of the women were yet in attendance. Aeotha chose a chair and sat down heavily without reaching for any of the food laid out. What she wanted was someone to talk to, who remembered everything, and did not think of her as different. Even if she was. Someone who could help her recall who she was and not what she was now. Perhaps that would come later. Perhaps it never would. The door opened and Aeotha looked up.
Lady Fiaethe. Aeotha stood back up, as the Elf entered.
"I meant to ask, My Lady, what it is you wished to be called. I'm afraid I was too busy thinking of other things when we last spoke. I myself, prefer to be called Aeotha. But if you feel the need for titles, Priestess is alright too."