55: Expectations
“It has to be around here somewhere,” Magister Diarmaid mutters to himself, searching through one of the piles of scrolls and magical artifacts that litter the floor of his suite. He has cleared much of it from the center of the room to create space for a massive golden lily full of water, which is serving as a scrying pool so that he can keep watch over the champions of the fae realm. However, this clearing of space has not resulted in tidiness elsewhere; rather, the piles in other places have become larger and even more disorganized than they were before. “I miss Saoirse,” he grumbles as he shifts his focus to another pile. “While she was here, I had to keep things in a better order, so that I could find what she needed, but now….” Now that should still be true, he chides himself silent
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