Post by Dena n’am Damodred on Aug 9, 2021 1:01:40 GMT
She had said.
“I’ll send the invitations.”
Ever since her horseback ride with Sorin, Dena had come back a changed woman. When Julian explained to her what the smell of blood most likely meant she felt a lot of things, but to her embarrassment her first feeling was pride. She had been useful and helpful and had a purpose. It was a nice feeling.
Then sadness for the boy crept in followed by foolishness at her pride in discovering it when it caused him so much pain. It felt wrong to take any joy in it.
“Can he be helped?”
She bit her lip in consternation.
Julian’s sigh was for the situation, not her question.
“Yes, blocks can be broken, but it isn’t easy. I never had to go through it thank the light, but I know men who have. Cirus overcame a block.”
She hadn’t known that. Dena felt like she was finally being allowed a seat at the table. She just wished it was a more cheerful table.
“It’s just tricky as Sorin doesn’t have much of a rapport with anyone, you see. I was hoping he would take a shining to you on the ride.”
Dena blushed. She didn’t think Julian meant a romantic interest by ‘take a shining’, but one could never be completely certain. All she was sure of was that she wasn’t going to ask.
“Not that I have smelled him around that many people, but the person he smelled the calmest around has been you.” She said timidly.
Julian blinked and then, “Maybe I should talk to him then.”
Something in her heart twisted. Even with everything already on his plate, she felt no resentment through the bond from him for adding something new. Light he was something. She suddenly remembered how calm and mature he was during all their arguments. She pushed aside the memories of how she had been acting, not wanting to face them, and not thinking it would do much good if she did anyway. It was better to move forward.
She knew that Julian was simply too busy running the school to help her the way he intended when he made that promise. She of all people knew how much he grieved the sudden loss of his friend and how overwhelmed he felt at all times with filling even half his shoes. The sudden guilt she felt for her petulance was like a punch to the gut.
She hadn’t been helping his situation at all and it was a real blasted situation. And then, just like that, she realized she needed to help him before he could help her. It hadn’t been their initial agreement, but the Pattern weaves as the Pattern wills and she had only been delaying her own goals and wasting her energy by fighting it.
So the question was, how could she help him? What did he need? He needed to move back into his bedroom and get better sleep for starters. They needed more space. There was no way he would move into Jadin’s old apartments, but maybe the Baijan'm'hael would - which would free up the second half of this floor. It was the only sensible thing to do. Clearly.
Of course, while she had been thinking all that Julian had been focused on the Sorin problem. She missed some of what he said before she realized he was speaking again.
“…so maybe I should invite Johar and Ilya to dinner in the city and see if they have any advice before I approach Sorin.”
“Let’s invite them here, I’ll cook.” And keep my seat at the table!
“We don’t have the space.”
“I have an idea for that too, just trust me. I’ll send the invitations for dinner the day after tomorrow. I saw on your schedule that you are free that night.”
To her surprise and delight he had actually agreed to trust her.
Now it was the day after tomorrow and Dena was lugging a large pot of her mother’s famous spicy beef and peppers up several flights of stairs. The Baijan'm'hael had agreed to the switch and all of yesterday and today Dena had channeled her mother getting everything ready.
She used Julian’s name to order Soldiers to move the Baijan'm'hael’s furniture upstairs and got a Dedicated to order from town what she needed to transform the then vacated space to fit their needs. Julian's half of the floor already had his bedroom, a private training space, and his living quarters. The other half of the floor was an exact replica, so she kept the bedroom as its intended purpose for herself, converted the training space to a small study, and the living quarters to a large meeting area.
Soldiers had delivered the invitations to Johar and Ilya and she left an invitation for Julian while he was out (as she had been stealing his comforter for her own room).
“You are cordially invited to a dinner in the former rooms of the Baijan'm'hael" had been fun to write.
As she set the pot in the middle of the table and put out bowls, sursa, and other utensils in case they were unfamiliar with sursa, a thought occurred to her. Not long ago she had run away from a life of doing mostly this because she had feared becoming tied to a man she barely knew. Somehow that was exactly what had happened anyway. Was it funny or was it sad? Dena decided it was a little bit of both. She adjusted the bottles of ale in ice and admired her handiwork. At least things were starting to get interesting again.