"And just why are you crying, pet?" the entity's voice soothed over all the tangible friction in the air. "Where are you?" she cried out as the room had darkened into pitch black as soon as she entered. "You used to know me well. How is it that you do not know me any longer?" the voice taunted. It hovered over the air space above her with no way for her to detect it. He knew he wasn't going to appear to her. Not just yet, anyway...
Early that morning, while the moon was still high in the sky, Ada had been sitting upon the bed in the room that Casimir had lent her, her arms hugged around herself and a pillow that was clutched to her breast. With her face buried within its soft folds and soaked with her tears, Seasaidh placed a tiny hand against Ada's hair, the tiny being laying herself against her friend's locks in a sort of makeshift embrace given the difference of the height between the two. "Ada, ciamar a tha sibh?" Seasaidh asked. Ada, how are you?
The scholar simply shook her head. She didn't look up, her voice muffled from being buried. "Bu chòir dhomh fios a bhith agam nas fheàrr. Bha mi dìreach air sealladh sònraichte a dhèanamh orm fhìn air beulaibh. Ciamar a b 'urrainn dhomh a bhith cho amaideach a bhith a' smaoineachadh gun tilleadh e leithid de ghluasad? Feumaidh e smaoineachadh ormsa cho duilich. Chan urrainn dhomh fuireach an seo Seasaidh tuilleadh. Chan urrainn dhomh a dhèanamh."
I should've known better. I just made an absolute spectacle of myself in front of him. How could I be such a fool to think he would return such a gesture? He must think me so pathetic. I cannot stay here any longer Seasaidh. I just can't.
As she decided she wouldn't burden him any longer, she took it upon herself to pack the small travel trunk she usually kept with her that was at least big enough for her coffer of herbal medicine, her research books, a week's worth of clothes and toiletries, and her mother's diary of healing spells. As each girl got one if Honoria's prized texts immediately after her death that contained the work she poured into her healing capabilities and research spanning almost the entirety of their lives, Ada was bestowed her mother's codex of tried and true spells. So much love was poured into one book and it was completely obvious given how thick the tome really was.
Though he had made it quite clear that he would eradicate the darkness surrounding her by way of hunting down the creatures in the night, he had told her to live. He had told her that he wanted her to take what she desired the most. And their short time together she could tell that there could have been a coldness about him that would linger but it wasn't an absolute. Why had he gone so far out of his way for her? Why would he agree to such life-threatening circumstances if he didn't care? She didn't understand it and when he took her in she thought that the cold remarks he had made absolutely belied his true self.
As she could take no more of the contradictions that she was feeling, she dried her tears dressed in her travel clothes and began to advance towards the door. The fairy moved herself in front of the door, barring her path any further without a reasonable explanation. The look on the tiny being's face was enough to render Ada speechless. Ada set her trunk down flatly off of two of the wheels that she was pulling it along on. She didn't realize it would come to this and she knew what Seasaidh was doing. With tears still stinging her eyes Ada held her ground as she looked up in frustration to the ceiling, taking a deep frustrated inhale only to exhale it out in a huff. The Scholar paused and crossed her arms over her breasts in a fairly defiant stance.
"Chan eil fios agam dè tha thu ag iarraidh bhuamsa no dè tha thu a 'sùileachadh ach tha e air a roghainn a dhèanamh mar-thà agus chaidh a dhèanamh gu math soilleir, Seasaidh. Tha e a 'feuchainn ri sealg, ach tha eagal orm gu bheil e cho duilich agus gu bheil foighidinn air a bhith tinn dhuinne, nach fhaic thu sin?" her tone increasingly irritated though she tried to keep it as low as she possibly could.
I don't know what you want from me or what you expect but he has already made his choice and it's been made quite perfectly clear, Seasaidh. He seeks to hunt, but I fear his curiosity and patience has worn thin for us, can you not see that?
The fairy looked just as equally frustrated as the scholar.
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