Elation and terror. Those were what he had felt after the initial shock had worn off and he had examined the marble-like gem that had been beside him in Rory's bed, rolling it between his fingers as the dream remained to guide him. A great responsibility, a great honor, but also so great a chance to fail again, as he had once already.
Amalia. Remi. Phoebe.
At first light he had penned quick notes to all three, sending clever crows to deliver them to the respective homes or businesses of each, asking if he could see them as soon as was convenient.
It was part-instinct, part tradition that had led him to the bakery's door later that day, hesitantly letting himself in amid the warmth and sumptuous smells of Chandrakant cooking. Though he hadn't yet heard back from the others, he wouldn't be surprised if they found their ways to Devas Bakery as well, the shop being convenient between most of them.
Filled with painful memories, but convenient.
"Amalia?" he called hesitantly. "Is anyone else here yet?"
RemiPhoebe Amalia
Amalia. Remi. Phoebe.
At first light he had penned quick notes to all three, sending clever crows to deliver them to the respective homes or businesses of each, asking if he could see them as soon as was convenient.
It was part-instinct, part tradition that had led him to the bakery's door later that day, hesitantly letting himself in amid the warmth and sumptuous smells of Chandrakant cooking. Though he hadn't yet heard back from the others, he wouldn't be surprised if they found their ways to Devas Bakery as well, the shop being convenient between most of them.
Filled with painful memories, but convenient.
"Amalia?" he called hesitantly. "Is anyone else here yet?"
Remi
