Oh how that breeze smells like honey from a bee WhoAddy and Rhia What: a welcome gift When:January 1st Where: Temple Rating: TBD Status: In progress
Playing the welcome party was not a hobby of Rhiannon’s. Not just because newcomers weren’t very common in Glynn, more Clovennian than Aurellian these days and her sort of welcome wasn’t very welcome anyway. But she wasn’t charismatic or charming enough to make a good welcome to anywhere really, especially not a place that she was not from. So truly, this wasn’t her arena.
However, a new Robor in town was an important thing. Rhiannon was self-aware enough to know that during her worst points in her life she depended on The Faith and the Clergy like some depended on alcohol. In Castyll there were a number of them, if she hadn’t gotten along with the ones near her home she could travel just a little ways to another district and find more for Solace. That had happened once, one who seemed to be nervous and uncomfortable around her after finding out about her second gift.
(He was right to be nervous. She had found his secrets, but she wasn’t interested beyond her own curiosity. Didn’t have Arwen’s ruthless drive or Simon’s manipulative mind. But she was content with that, and her little acts of defiance through the years.)
So she wanted to be on good terms with this one, wanted to take his measure. Hard to do with him speaking to her, but she would do what she could. Her skills in taking the layers of a person apart were rooted in distance. Closeness made her nervous, words made her feel doubtful and clouded her perception. Her family wasn’t here though. Three dead and the rest not just a long ride away but also tied up in work. Rhiannon needed her rocks. Simon was good for a distraction, but not always the sort that helped her and Caden had his own life. As it were she felt like a leech on occasion when it came to him.
That, and she knew what it was like to move suddenly and not entirely of your own volition.
Besides. Her dreams since the festival had. Not been the best. She had seen too many of Enid’s memories of festivals in Glynn past, and since that day they had meshed in her own dreams. She saw her cousins, aunt and Uncle in a happy collage throughout the years and felt a sadness and yearning that she had thought was part of her past now that Enid was dead. Missing something was one thing, missing something you never had was an entirely different can of worms as it were. Between waking up confused for a moment about who she was, or when she was, and far too often unable to shed the lamentful sadness for days during the sunny hours. It wasn’t as bad as it had been sometimes through the years, seeing Simon had helped. Reminded her of bad days, but the good ones that followed as well.
The sleeplessness worked out. She had been up most of the night losing herself in cooking. When she shoved the temple doors open with her shoulder she had three large glass containers in her arms. Heavy, but balanced with the same semi-reliable techniques she used to carry huge bolts of fabric taller than her own body.