Ink Stains and Blotters

Lucien had always held a deep appreciation for Ophelia's meticulous and passionate research. Although botany was a field that had never particularly piqued his interest, he found himself captivated by the fervor and dedication with which she pursued it. He admired her deep-seated love for the subject, her boundless curiosity that seemed to know no limits. However, his own interests had always gravitated more towards the realms of history and art. He was fascinated by the intricate tapestry of past events and the beautiful expressions of human emotion and thought encapsulated in various forms of art.

I told Maeve to try and take a nap, that I would keep an ear out for if the baby wakes. He was supposed to have open office hours later in the day, but he still had a few hours before he needed to prepare. He’d set it up that any student needing his help could find him at his estate instead of his office at the University. He’d eventually be back to full time hours at the University, but he wanted to make sure everything was settled with Maeve and their child before he did.

I’m not sure I ever thought I’d have kids. When I was younger I always worried if I had a mage. Not everyone was as lucky as us to be hidden from having to go to the Circle, but at least we live in a world now where it’s OK to be a mage, at least more OK than it was. He imagined there would always be people that wanted things to go back to the way things were, but right now those people seemed to be in the minority.

I have office hours later. I could use your help making sure the students find me in my study. Though sleep also sounds nice! He said with a chuckle.