Faelyn's routine hardly changed from the days of old, simply replacing lazy mornings with his husbands, their children, and their friends at the breakfast table with additional work. He'd been within the walls of the repository since before the dawn, gathering what he needed for the day, and doing some number of small things in his study, stepping out to secure breakfast, before slipping into a study down the hall to work the restoration tasks with Aeternis who he fed most mornings to ensure that they ate. Some things truly never changed.
Thousands of years ago he made sure his apprentice of the age also ate, though meals then were taken with the family. She'd been family after all, though like the rest, Aethra he thought had been lost to him in the cruel stretches of time. And so it was that her mementos had joined the shelves, tucked in alongside his other children. A place in his heart where she belonged.
Restoration work done for the day, Faelyn walked down the hall towards the open door of his study, his footsteps barely leaving any sound in their wake. He'd always been a quiet thing, in almost every conceivable manner. That was, unless an individual had taken the time to work past his walls. Then, it was getting him to shut up that was the real trick. When he found a topic to speak on, when he shared his exuberance on something, he could go back and forth for hours.
Rounding the corner, he stopped in the doorway, leaning against the frame for support in a way, taking in the familiar form that played with the shadowed sphere she'd given him some thousands of years prior. It had been a priority of his, to track down various things from all of them, and so far, he'd been successful. That much he'd been lucky in.
Thousands of years ago he made sure his apprentice of the age also ate, though meals then were taken with the family. She'd been family after all, though like the rest, Aethra he thought had been lost to him in the cruel stretches of time. And so it was that her mementos had joined the shelves, tucked in alongside his other children. A place in his heart where she belonged.
Restoration work done for the day, Faelyn walked down the hall towards the open door of his study, his footsteps barely leaving any sound in their wake. He'd always been a quiet thing, in almost every conceivable manner. That was, unless an individual had taken the time to work past his walls. Then, it was getting him to shut up that was the real trick. When he found a topic to speak on, when he shared his exuberance on something, he could go back and forth for hours.
Rounding the corner, he stopped in the doorway, leaning against the frame for support in a way, taking in the familiar form that played with the shadowed sphere she'd given him some thousands of years prior. It had been a priority of his, to track down various things from all of them, and so far, he'd been successful. That much he'd been lucky in.
Well now. Either I've gone senile after all these years or the winds have finally blown a little will-o-wisp into my study.he stood properly then, opening his arms an his invitation to embrace her, a warm smile on his face. A father and me tor opening his arms to an adopted daughter.
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