The Blight.
His promise to Arduinna filled the time not spent worried about the new regime and the other two projects he had wanted to undertake, and the time he spent helping around the farm. This morning had been spent feeding goats and mucking out the barn, followed by a quick wash in a clean horse trough before he'd left Rory to his leatherworking tasks and headed into the Settlement for the afternoon.
White wings made the journey go by faster, and he dropped in through the hole in the Atheneum that they were slowly in the process of repairing, shifting back to human in the shelter of half-collapsed bookcases. He took the opportunity to peruse the shelves on his way towards the Guildhall door, plucking a few likely-looking times, ancient with dust and mildew, as he went along.
What he hadn't expected was for someone to be standing outside that door, a barely-familiar fall of dark hair down a petite back... but he'd know that limp anywhere.
"Melinoë?" He called softly, approaching on quiet feet as he produced the key from his pocket while shifting his precious cargo carefully. "It's good to see you up and around again. What can the Loreseekers do for you today?"
Answering questions was, after all, part of the job description.
His promise to Arduinna filled the time not spent worried about the new regime and the other two projects he had wanted to undertake, and the time he spent helping around the farm. This morning had been spent feeding goats and mucking out the barn, followed by a quick wash in a clean horse trough before he'd left Rory to his leatherworking tasks and headed into the Settlement for the afternoon.
White wings made the journey go by faster, and he dropped in through the hole in the Atheneum that they were slowly in the process of repairing, shifting back to human in the shelter of half-collapsed bookcases. He took the opportunity to peruse the shelves on his way towards the Guildhall door, plucking a few likely-looking times, ancient with dust and mildew, as he went along.
What he hadn't expected was for someone to be standing outside that door, a barely-familiar fall of dark hair down a petite back... but he'd know that limp anywhere.
"Melinoë?" He called softly, approaching on quiet feet as he produced the key from his pocket while shifting his precious cargo carefully. "It's good to see you up and around again. What can the Loreseekers do for you today?"
Answering questions was, after all, part of the job description.
