He had come, as Rexanna had asked of him, as he had agreed to. He believed in the dream she had sold him, and the council they had both hoped to forge. He had arrived after putting the Guildhall to rights, recording the nightmares of Fiat Lux in the official Chronicle with a heavy hand, and had remained quietly in the back as he watched the proceedings.
Given the location, he had only come because of a promise the Queen had made him. He had asked only one reassurance of her, and he could still hear it in his memory as he watched others stand up to put themselves forward for the government. ”She will not,” his friend had sworn, and before the new government was even formed he watched that word broken. Blue eyes sought out Rexanna’s at the front of the room, shadowed and tight at the corners as he stayed seated where he was, no longer certain he would rise and speak his piece in support.
Perhaps Loren would yet stand to make his bid for the position of Historian, but he found it cruel of Wessex to nominate Amalia for the weight of yet more responsibility when the wounded and half-paralyzed baker had duties enough to drown in, without adding yet more to the burden. Then Oliver stood to stand for Outlander advisor, followed by Amun, and it was only through an act of will that silver brows didn't rise to his hairline.
Well, damn. Rex didn't deserve this.
He stepped forward, gaze sweeping the small gathering (a baker's dozen, to decide the fate of the Hollowed Grounds?) before he tipped his head at Rex in acknowledgment. "I would also offer my name for Outlander Advisor," he said, expression solemn as he looked to his friends among those gathered, and met the eyes of those he barely knew. "Despite being an Outlander I've been here for over a year now. My Guild, the Loreseekers, numbers Naturals and Outlanders alike, and even when we disagree we have found ways to work together. I have experience in, and a history of, helping newly-arrived Outlanders, answering their questions and finding places for them to sleep and trades to keep them fed and clothed from the perspective of one who arrived alone and had to fend for myself in the beginning. I hear many of their stories, and the Atheneum is an easily accessible place I can be found by those who would wish me to pass along their voices to the council." He paused, then gave a slight shrug and a rueful ghost of a smile. "Though I will continue to do all of that even without an official title for it."
It was more than he had intended to say. More than some would likely have wanted him to say, but he had been honest when he'd said the title didn't matter. He had told their new Queen that he would be here, and he was. He had made his offer and fulfilled his word, even if she had not. He owed Rexanna that much.
Jigano has offered his name for Outlander Advisor.
Given the location, he had only come because of a promise the Queen had made him. He had asked only one reassurance of her, and he could still hear it in his memory as he watched others stand up to put themselves forward for the government. ”She will not,” his friend had sworn, and before the new government was even formed he watched that word broken. Blue eyes sought out Rexanna’s at the front of the room, shadowed and tight at the corners as he stayed seated where he was, no longer certain he would rise and speak his piece in support.
Perhaps Loren would yet stand to make his bid for the position of Historian, but he found it cruel of Wessex to nominate Amalia for the weight of yet more responsibility when the wounded and half-paralyzed baker had duties enough to drown in, without adding yet more to the burden. Then Oliver stood to stand for Outlander advisor, followed by Amun, and it was only through an act of will that silver brows didn't rise to his hairline.
Well, damn. Rex didn't deserve this.
He stepped forward, gaze sweeping the small gathering (a baker's dozen, to decide the fate of the Hollowed Grounds?) before he tipped his head at Rex in acknowledgment. "I would also offer my name for Outlander Advisor," he said, expression solemn as he looked to his friends among those gathered, and met the eyes of those he barely knew. "Despite being an Outlander I've been here for over a year now. My Guild, the Loreseekers, numbers Naturals and Outlanders alike, and even when we disagree we have found ways to work together. I have experience in, and a history of, helping newly-arrived Outlanders, answering their questions and finding places for them to sleep and trades to keep them fed and clothed from the perspective of one who arrived alone and had to fend for myself in the beginning. I hear many of their stories, and the Atheneum is an easily accessible place I can be found by those who would wish me to pass along their voices to the council." He paused, then gave a slight shrug and a rueful ghost of a smile. "Though I will continue to do all of that even without an official title for it."
It was more than he had intended to say. More than some would likely have wanted him to say, but he had been honest when he'd said the title didn't matter. He had told their new Queen that he would be here, and he was. He had made his offer and fulfilled his word, even if she had not. He owed Rexanna that much.
Jigano has offered his name for Outlander Advisor.
