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The Ambassador has only recently departed. I find that I simply do not have the vocabulary sufficent to express my true reaction to the information he imparted.
Catastrofico.....รจ certo.
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It has, as the saying goes, been one thing after another.
The staff that had been recruited to accompany people back to the castle all finally returned. Dawn was unusually subdued when she came in while I was speaking with Goran. That should have been taken for the ominous sign that was.
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It was a pleasant evening in Amber. The cool breeze from the sea won its battle with the summer heat once the sun went down, and the residents of Kolvir breathed a sigh of relief. As did several members of the Royal family, but for a different reason: yet another Family dinner out of the way. It had been a tense affair for several people; the normally engaging daughter of Benedict had not said more then a dozen words the entire night, no matter how Gerard had tried to engage her, and he was her favorite uncle by all accounts. Julian had been unusually terse to everyone, even for him. Flora was even a bit snippy.
Many of them, Morgan knew, had last been seen heading for the gardens to enjoy the cool evening breeze and an after dinner drink. He had seen Antonia stalking off in that direction as well. Only she hadn't been carrying a drink. She had been handed a 12-string guitar by a page on her way out.
Morgan had done his best throughout the dinner, to be gregarious, even if it meant talking or joking primarily with Gerard. His Father, who had disappeared about a year after Morgan's arrival in Amber, sat blinded in the
dungeons. It had been a difficult time for the Son of Corwin, who had been left to the care of his Family. Corwin had been gone for nearly ten years, no one had been able to find him, his Trump did not even work. Even though Morgan had been born the son of the great Sorcerer Corwin in Avalon, by the time his Father returned at the head of a navy and an army, he was not sure what to think of the man that had been his Father. As the Sorcerer he had not been unkind, but Morgan would never accuse his Father of an overabundance of kindness. Morgan had worked with his Uncles, and he remembered it was Gerard that had told him Corwin had returned. Morgan had abstained from the fighting, though he helped with his other skills...he was not at Court when his Father was mocked, and then deprived of his eyes --- he still had trouble meeting Julian's because of it. He did not know if Julian wielded the pokers, but he knew Julian had been there. Despite all that, Morgan remained in Amber, and for this dinner anyway, managed a positive front...when nobody else was.
He noticed Antonia and her Guitar, and went up to the balcony where he sometimes played and retrieved his Flamenco 6-string, finding it mildly amusing that he had half the strings. Then he went out into the Gardens, quietly strumming a soft tune, looking for Antonia. His mood had faded with the end of the dinner, everyone's departure reminding him of Corwin's Curse.
His relatives had scattered to various parts of the gardens. But Morgan had been there plenty long enough to know, that since Benedict's departure thirteen years ago, she tended to favor her father's oriental gardens when she took to this part of the grounds. Indeed, as he headed further in that direction, he could pick up the strains of her 12 string trilling rapidly through a complicated series of warm up scales that only another player of the Latin guitar style would even recognize for what they were. No doubt anyone else listening just thought it an amazingly complicated piece of music.
Julian and Gerard were just outside Benedict's garden. Julian was skulking off in the shadows, but Gerard was quite obviously listening to his niece play while he puffed on an after dinner cigar.
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Ah, Arden. One day I hope to actually be able to spend time there. But, alas, it will not be today.
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It was difficult not to notice the off kilter way my previous entry reads. I can only plead bone deep weariness in my defense. I am not on top of things, and it has been noticed by the closest of the staff. Curse Vikund for spiriting Dawn off. Perhaps Aura has something. I can only take so much coffee on an empty stomach, and I cannot very well be strolling about the castle zoned out of my head on a caffeine high while everyone's levels of suspicion are as high as they must be after this morning.
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I hate being in Amber.
No, of course, that is not true. I just hate being in Amber sometimes. This morning was one of those times. We were enjoying a private breakfast on the upper deck. Well, enjoy may be too strong a word. I was still edgy from the dinner with Mandor, and V was no help in soothing that edginess.
( I was not happy. )
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[from Under the Rose, a dark Harry Potter/Amber crossover]
Finally!
It's pathetic to want to get back to school this much, isn't it? But I do have really good reasons this year. It'll be my last year at the school, this is our last ride to school in the Black Coach. I can't say I'm gonna miss Caine the Creepy, or his great ugly black hound, and I will not miss the trips along the Black Road because some of that scenery is just too creepy, even for me. But it is our last trip to school, my last turn at Prefect greeter and showing the little firsties how to reach their compartments.
Last year for Quidditch. Darn it.
It'll be the last summer Flynn comes to hang out for the last week of freedom. That'll be weird. Because Flynn is supposed to be here the last week of August. But next year we're supposed to be out in the world as responsible adults.
*snort*
Yeah, that's gonna happen. I adore Flynn to pieces, but he needs a keeper. Scatter brained genius that he is. If Rafek hadn't spelled his wardrobe to color coordinate his clothes, he wouldn't even be able to dress himself properly when he gets in that Artistic Zone of his. Maybe I should see if I can talk one of the minor djinn into bonding with him. At least he knows what it is he's doing with his life.
I dunno. What do I want to be doing this time next year? Other then a certain drop dead gorgeous drummer/prof., that is. I have a couple of options in the apprentice column. It would keep me in Amber awhile longer. But I'm not so much interested in staying in Amber, as I am staying with him. Even when he is all dark and morose and manic.
Oh, where is that blasted coach?!
Mother tells me it's just too soon to plan futures around Us. Maybe she's right. Maybe not. I'm just so impatient to get on with it. There's something so deliciously naughty about about dating a professor, even though everyone knows. Until this year, it was forbidden. Of course, so was membership in the Hellfire Club, and I'm doing both this year. Gods, but I'll hate graduating!
Maybe an apprenticeship isn't a bad idea. I'll talk to my Head of House about it. He's the one I would want to apprentice under anyway. Flamel would be interesting, but UGH! Creepy! And Fiona is just not to be considered! Class with her is hard enough, I can't imagine an apprentice bond with her. But it is my second best subject, so I can't just write it off. I can forget Transfig. It's ok, but not so much that I want to do more then required.
I hear that third year problem child, Lesath has decided he's worthy of being my rival. Idiot. Like I care about him and his little group of thugs. I don't even know why the let him stay, the way magic just goes haywire around him. He's gonna bring the place down on our heads one of these days.
Oh! And we have a creepy first year starting. She's a Pantheras ... cat demon... thing. Honestly, what are they thinking? Mark it-she's going to cause nothing but trouble. She goes into heat just like the big cats at home! Only on a weird cycle. Should that be at a co-ed boarding school, I ask you? What the hell? We'll be finding her in broom closets with who know how many boys. There's already a petiton going around to keep her on a pheromone surpressing potion, or isolated when she's in heat. I am totally signing that. Not that I expect the Headmaster to follow up on it. He let's that magical jinx stay around. We might be better off informing the mothers of the younger male population about the little slut. I'll bet the Headmaster would pay attention to several dozen howlers.
Yes! Rafek says the coach is coming!
More later.
Ta!
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Whoa. I mean, really. Whoa!
It was a joke!
"What's for dessert?"
"Me."
Who knew they were in the mood to share? As the Unicorn is my witness, I will never ask Santa for anything again, because nothing could possibly be better then that.
I know it's going to sound odd, and wrong, but now I need to talk to Mom. I never expected that level of power to build up. A Triad is a mighty and glorious thing, and I even knew that from the Tantric theory I studied. Reality was way beyond what I had been led to expect. When I started to radiate with the Magic, I had to channel it and the Professor was the lucky guy. I'm pretty sure he currently has enough magic in him to cast spells for a couple of days. He was last night, but I'm not sure he realized it. When he wakes up, I'll test him. It opens a whole new avenue of study, and is something that the three of us are going to have to sit down and have a serious talk about. The possibilities are mind boggling.
Mom is going to want to talk to them both too. It makes me giggle just to think of it. Its not everyday the mother of the woman you spent the night nailing to the wall (and the floor, and the chair, and well, everything), wants you to tell her all about it. I suspect Captain Fantastic may even be a tad uncomfortable with that conversation.
I better not sit in on those. I'm sure my giggling will only annoy them.
I should, by all rights, be exhausted and still sprawled upstairs, sleeping it off. But I'm vibrating with energy this morning. I've already fixed a huge breakfast- from scratch, thank you, and with my own hands. Not a spell one. I went to work in the gardens, but, alas, the gardeners who keep up this place do a very thorough job. I have danced, and played, and written out a fantastic scene for the next book, and still I want to do something, anything. Something exalting and amazing and MAGIC!
It's singing to me in a way it never has before. I can feel it now, wrapping around the life inside me and whispering its lullabies and secrets to our unborn daughter, weaving its protections in and around her. When I still and look inside myself, it is beautiful and awe inspiring, and humbling. It's heady stuff.
I'm going to the beach where its open and I can call my magic into my hands and see what I can weave from it.
I feel, for the moment, invincible.
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It's odd around here right now.
They're both here: two of the most important men in my life. Ben and Benjamin. So alike, yet not at all. Ben, for instance? Not all amused by my fantasy remark. I knew Benjamin would be, but then, I've shared that with him before and, oh, was that a memorable evening!
Judging by Ben's reaction, I'm pretty sure that's going to end up staying in the realm of fantasy. Just as well, I would quite probably hurt myself in the reality of it. Or pass out.
Still, it's perfect having them both here. I was so worried about Ben's reaction to the introduction. Mine and Benjamin's relationship has always been a bit weird, and I made a point in explaining it all to Ben before I even let them see each other. But it turned out my concerns were unfounded. They really are a lot alike, which shouldn't surprise me as much as it does, seeing as one is the shadow of the other. Even the timbre of their voices is similiar, I can tell that their thought patterns are too, as they have this annoying habit already of not needing to do more then allude to something and the other one knows exactly what they're talking about. Really, it's quite vexing to have to remind them to pretend someone in the room isn't a shadow of the others and has a much more colorful thought process, as opposed to their logical ones. Vexing. Really.
Ben's a bit leery of what people are going to say after meeting Benjamin, and then me announcing my pregancy at some point after that, but I don't really care what they think. I think it's going to be hilarous. Dad's face will be really amusing for just a split second. But I'm sure he'll catch on quick enough. He has had to deal with Gily and I for most of our lives, so I'm sure he'll see the humor of it right off.
Besides, now that Mother has explained her and Dad's position on their daughters dating Family, I'm no longer worried about Dad's catching on to the truth. Sure, it's not exactly what he had in mind, and I'm sure it'll be a bit weird for him because he's significantly younger then his daughter's boyfriend, but he'll also know that I couldn't possibly be in better hands. Although I'm sure he won't want to follow that to it's logical conclusion.
Great.... my head just had to go into Dad's reaction should his elder brother be his son in law at some later date. My child's family tree is going to have more twists then forks if I'm not careful.
Ugh. Headache.
Gily and Merlin are offical now, it seems. I'm happy for her, even if it did seem to take FOREVER! for them to actually do more then blush and not see what was in front of them They're quite cute together, and Merlin is a great guy. Even if his personal branch of the family tree is also a bit twisted. It must kind of bite to know that you're the result of a Chaosian Breeding Project. How weird would that be? But then, from all I've seen and heard, they're a bunch of odd ducks anyway.
I had originally planned on just hanging out here in Espana for the whole pregnancy thing, but unless at least one of these guys is staying to keep me company, I may go mad. I did bring scripts, and I have to keep dancing or I'll suffer for it later, and, well, I can sort though my outlines and decide what Angelique de Amour story to work on next, but a person needs real people once in awhile before we start talking to the sand crabs.
I probably shouldn't complain. Coming here was my idea, and the cage is exceptionally well gilded, but still. Cage. I only just got here less then a day ago and I'm already restless. Maybe it's the hormones.
Nah. It's always been a bad idea to confine me. Even if it is self confinement. Especially self-confinement.
Maybe I'll call Vinta and see if she can visit for a few days.
Ever since all that weirdness with the UFO in Amber started, I've tried to stay out of it. As if UFOs over Arden wasn't weird enough, dead uncles showing up can really put one off getting out of bed in the mornings, and Dworkin - from what little I heard from him after that aborted invasion attempt by one of the uncles formerly known as DEAD - is as cracked as the glaze on a Ming vase.
The Bayle women are alright, as alright as they can be with the shady Wolfe women, but I'll feel better when Mom and I can find Lord Bayle and get them all back to where they belong...and when Caine gets back to me after his investigations.
Well, the boys are huddled together discussing military history (yawn), so I think I'll go see of there is anything in my closet here suitably stunning for the Cornation, or if I need to convince one of my dears to escort me back to Naw'orlens to get something made.
Oh, bugger. Benjamin's telling Ben about our little adventures in Troy. I better go defend myself, though it's hardly MY fault that Menelaus was a colossal git, and that Seer just had to go. If she had been any sort of Seer, she would have Seen that coming, now wouldn't she?
Oi! I did not have a thing for Paris!
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What a horrid, horrid day.
He was lying, of course, V was, when he told me he did not have time to let me know Mandor was coming. Did he think me blind and stupid? Neither he, nor the Ambassador, dress as they were for work, and Ingrey had enough time to collect a gift for Sorcha before they arrived. I seriously doubt he just dashed into a gift shop along the way to pick up. Can you even imagine Ingrey asking Mandor if he would wait in the carriage for him while he nipped in and picked up a token for his favorite?
It is laughably ridiculous.
( Not enough time... damn his lying eyes. )
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Talen's fingers danced over the ivory and ebony keys of the piano while he kept an eye on the slowly filling main lounge. He had the best view in the house on the nights he played. Looked like a slow night, but that suited him just fine. They could use a couple of slow nights after this past month. Everyone needed a break.
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