There was once a promise I made to you, a promise that I admittedly do not fully remember, that I would not stay away for long without ‘checking’ in with you or telling you where I was going to be. I am afraid this time I did not do that. In fact, I did not even think of telling you before I left; I just left. Do I regret that? I think perhaps I might, even if it is only in a very small way, which is why I am writing this letter. Perhaps if I happen to walk in the door and just hand you the letter, I will be saved from listening to you going on about how I use you or think nothing of your feelings. Perhaps not. The only way I will find out is by trying it out.
I believe you have probably figured out just where I am and if not, let me tell you; The Courts. I plan to be here for a very extended period of time. The whys of it really should not matter but knowing you it probably does. Political unrest has taken hold of the Courts that leaves me attending Council session after Council session with planning sessions with Phelan the rest of the time. Well there is the little time I sleep and practice my various arts as well. It does not leave much time for anything else. So why am I making time to write? Good question.
My memories are still returning slowly but surely. The problem is that as they do, I am having a hard time understanding what emotions should go with them. Sometimes there is a flash of emotion to accompany them but it is so fleeting that I cannot grasp it. What does this mean for me? I am not sure, yet. What does it mean for us? That I know even less. All I do know is that trying to puzzle it out is giving me a hell of a headache.
What I can say is this. I think fondly upon that week spent within the Chateau before I returned to Phelan’s side as Consort and confidant. So be secure in the fact that you are not forgotten.
I would end this letter with some sentimental line like ‘with love’ or ‘yours” or some other such thing but I would hate to end this with a lie when I am trying to be honest. So I shall simply sign it.
~C
Celena didn’t bother to reread the letter. Instead she folded the vellum carefully and slid it into a waiting envelope. Once it was inside, the red haired vixen used the seal of her office with a mixture of black and red wax. It didn’t take long to set which was when she turned the envelope over to write a number 1 in the top right hand corner and in the exact center write Mari’s name.
There was no real thought put into the motions, Celena just performed them and just as emotionlessly sent the sealed letter on its way. Sure, she could have kept the letter and given it to who was intended to read it when she returned from Underhill. Instead a little effort had been spent to put the letter within the Chateau and into the only room Celena felt a connection to.
The question was, how long would it be before Marion found it?
((OOC)) Author:cooper_fanatic Muse: Celena Ducayne Fandom: The Decay of Dreams; Original Character Word Count: 577 Challenge: Table #28 Prompt: Beginning
This letter is the first of several that will be written to a man Celena has been involved with since June of 2005. Their story is obviously long and detailed but 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 faedustdreams.