A brief reuinion

[Faith Augustin]

21st Cylus, 717

She'd stood outside for a few bits before knocking the door. In truth, she was building up the courage to do what she needed to do here, but after a few bits of standing there, Faith knocked the door. Tristan had answered it and when he did the young woman who had once been his slave was standing there. Her manner of dress was entirely unfashionable, but it was warm and comfortable. She wore no make up and, though her hair shone and was well cared for, it was tied back in a loose ponytail. In her hands she held a bottle of red wine, which she held out as she smiled up at him.

"I bought you this." Faith said and she smiled at him, relief on her face for seeing that he looked well and healthy. "How are you?" Depending on if Tristan noticed such things, Faith looked very much the same but also just a little different. Older, perhaps, or something, certainly. She realised that she'd stood on the door and he'd invited her in, so in she went. It was so familiar, here, and she solemnly handed him the bottle. "It's a gift." She looked around, noticing what had changed, what had stayed the same. It seemed like a lifetime since she was here, maybe a dozen of them, but she turned back to him and spoke.

"I... Tristan, I need to talk to you. There are some things that I have to tell you and some of them I think you're going to find a little bit difficult to hear." Looking up at him, Faith took hold of his hand and led him to the table. Sitting, she clasped her hands together in front of her and then sighed. "We were in Rharne until yesterday, and tomorrow we're ... we're leaving again." Immortals but why was this hard? It shouldn't be, she knew. She'd walked out of Jamal's shop and not looked back. This, however, was different.

"We're moving to Scalvoris. It's an island in the far East of Idalos. Padraig is selling the house and we won't be coming back for at least a few seasons, maybe not ever." She looked at Tristan and of all things tears sprang to her eyes. Famula, what was wrong with her? "I couldn't leave without talking to you, seeing you and promising you that I'll write." She looked down at her hands and she fought the tears, pushing them back. "I met with your cousin Andraska in Rharne and I don't want you to hear anything from him, but some of the things I have to tell you won't be easy to hear." She looked up at him and smiled a slight smile which went nowhere near her eyes. "Shall I pour you a glass of wine?"

[Tristan Venora]

Tristan was in his workshop. He was working on a new series of sculptures to commemorate the victims of the civil war as well as those that had died when the shadow beasts had attacked. Of course he was adding his personal touch to the sculptures. His war victims often had blue or green skin, three eyes, more than four limbs and occasionally tails and horns. Monsters had suffered in the war as well!

As he heard a knock on the door he abruptly stopped hitting the sculpture in front of him with the hammer and the chisel and listened, furrowing his brow. Who could that be? He wasn’t expecting anybody. Maybe Ilaren had decided to visit him because she had enjoyed their last meeting so much! Or maybe it was one of his brothers. He hadn’t seen Teddy and Hart in a while.

He put the hammer and the chisel away which was much harder than it sounded because his workshop was a bit of a mess and full of stuff and hurried to the door. As he opened it, he just stared at the person that was standing outside for a moment. It wasn’t Ilaren, it wasn’t one of his relatives – it was Faith!

His heart skipped a beat. He had hoped that she would come back to him one trial, especially in the beginning, before he had met Ilaren, but he had never thought that she would. There had been moments when he had nearly gone mad with despair. He had only started to think about her a little less frequently very recently. He wasn’t sure how he was supposed to react to her standing there, with a bottle of wine in her hand, smiling.

Part of him wanted to wrap his arms around her and kiss her, but another part of him just wanted her to go away again because their meeting would inevitable reopen old wounds, and he didn’t want to be depressed anymore. He wasn’t good at being depressed. He just wanted to think about the beautiful Ilaren who had come into his life so unexpectedly and who shared so many of his interests.

He stared at her for a moment as he tried to make up his mind, and then he returned the smile and gestured for her to come in.

“I’m fine”, he replied even though he felt a strange sort of pain in his chest when he looked at her and accepted the wine from her, reading the label. “You still remember that I like red wine”, he remarked. He’d half expected her to forget everything that had to do with him because he had kept her as a slave. “Do you want to share the bottle with me later on? You are a free woman now. You are allowed to drink alcohol!”

He grinned at her.

“You look nice”, he remarked in a more serious tone and chided himself a moment later for such a lame comment. She did look nice though, even though her clothes were decidedly unfashionable.

He led her into the kitchen and gestured for her to sit at the table with him. She would notice that it looked totally different. The season before he had conducted a scientific experiment and nearly blown his kitchen up which had made it necessary for him to replace most of the furniture.

There were so many things he wanted to tell her. He wanted to tell her that he had met another woman, an Immortal. He wondered how she would react to that and if she would be jealous. A part of him wanted her to be jealous. He also wanted to tell her about his experiments and that he had learned to shoot things with a crossbow. He wanted to ask her if Padraig still treated her well or if she had finally gotten tired of him because he was dull and uncreative, but then she mentioned her plans, and he immediately forgot what he wanted to say and just stared at her.

“Rharne? You were in Rharne yesterday? How does that work? Does Padraig know how to teleport now?” he asked because that seemed strange to him. “Why are you going to Scalvoris? Isn’t that island full of pirates?” It was just then that he realized, somewhat belatedly, what else she had said. She wouldn’t come back in a long time. He couldn’t imagine never seeing her again! For a moment he considered just locking the door and forcing her to stay, but he couldn’t do that. She wanted to go Scalvoris with Padraig!

“Only if you pour yourself a glass as well”, he replied. He had the feeling that they would both need a drink by the time she had said whatever it was that she wanted to say. It would probably be even worse than her leaving Andaris, possibly forever. “What is it that you want to tell me? You are not sick, are you?” He looked at her worriedly. She looked healthy, but you couldn’t always tell, besides he couldn’t imagine what else it could possibly be.

[Faith Augustin]

"It's all changed in here again! Are you developing an obsessive need to redecorate your kitchen?" Faith asked with a teasing glance up at him. Last time she had come here, he'd bought a few new things, but this was more of a total revamp. She shook her head as he sounded surprised that she remembered her liked red wine. "Of course I do. I also remember that chocolate cake is your favourite, so I brought you some, in my bag." She made light of it, of course, but then she added, quite seriously and with a level gaze. "I remember all of it, Tristan. From the crow's nest to the very dubious things I found when I cleaned under your bed. I remember all of it." She did and, come to that? "I always will." Sometimes, she considered, she didn't understand men at all. Maybe he was trying to forget, she reasoned. It was probably best that he did.

Whether she wanted to share the bottle or not, though, was lost when he said she looked nice. She looked down at what she was wearing and then back at him with a smile. "Thank you. I made them. You look great, too. I've missed you and I wrote to you twice, did you get them?" Once, after the concussion and once when she was in Rharne, she had written to him.

Of course, he wanted to know how they'd gotten home and Faith shook her head. "No, Padraig hasn't learnt to teleport. Why does he get to be the one to learn? I could totally teleport if I wanted to you know." She grinned at him and then stuck out her foot. On it was a very sensible flat boot. "We have magic shoes. I mean, these aren't them so I don't know why I stuck my foot out. But we got given magic shoes, they take you home. They've very clever." She was blathering, she knew it and so she breathed in and offered to pour the wine. He agreed and she went, getting the glasses and pouring the red liquid into them.

"I wrote to you from Rharne. We, that trial, actually, we were in our room talking and a man.. I didn't know at the time but it was Aelig, the Immortal of Illusion and Chaos, remember him from Ne'haer? He was the bad one. Anyhow, he came in to the room and told me I was pregnant." Faith didn't look pregnant and she clinked her glass against his then took a gulp of wine before pulling a face. "I threw a hairbrush at him. Hit him, too, obviously my aim's improved since your brother, although my penchant for brush walloping remains." The smile went nowhere near her eyes. Her eyes just looked hurt.

"Then, five trials later, we shared a dream, Padraig and I, or Aelig came into the room while we were sleeping, I don't know. He tortured him, Tristan. I've never felt so.." She shook her head, considering it probably wasn't the best person to talk to about how she felt. "Long story short, my pregnancy went from zero to full term in the space of less than thirty trials all told. I gave birth to a baby girl, but it was all just an illusion." Immortals, why was this so hard? She hated Aelig in ways that she could not describe, she really did and she looked as hurt and damaged as he'd made her.

"Padraig and I had made a crib and we'd prepared. We agreed we'd come home once she was born." Faith shrugged and looked at that moment to be younger than the eighteen arcs she was. "It wasn't what I want and I was terrified, but I was starting to think maybe I could. So, yes, we're going to Scalvoris. I can't be here, not after that. But, enough about me. What's going on with you?" She didn't even manage to sound bright and chipper like she tried.

[Tristan Venora]

“It’s either that or I ruined my old kitchen because I tried to deep fry water“, Tristan answered with a smile as Faith asked him if he was developing an obsessive need to redecorate his kitchen. His eyes lit up as she revealed that she had brought him chocolate cake. He almost forgot all the bad things that had happened recently, and his stomach almost instantly started to grumble. Sometimes he wondered why he wasn’t overweight yet when he liked sweets so much. Maybe, he thought, he was secretly a Mortalborn and had special abilities.

He looked at her wistfully as she claimed that she remembered everything, but there was one thing that bothered him. “Can you not forget the stuff under my bed?” he complained. “I had forgotten all about it until you mentioned it. It’s embarrassing, you know? As for your letters, I did of course get them. I have them in my bedroom, if you want to see them.” It had taken him a couple trials to muster the courage to read them. When he had finally done so, he had nearly ripped the envelopes open.

“I just thought Padraig would be more likely to learn how to teleport because he knows alchemy and physics and all that other scientific stuff”, he let her know. “You could of course teleport as well, and you’d be amazing at it!” He was a little confused when she suddenly showed him her foot, although it was of course a very nice foot, despite the somewhat plain boot. As she claimed that her boots were magic, he looked at her incredulously for a moment before he poked them. They felt just like normal boots. But then again, why would she lie to him about something that amazing?

“I want such shoes”, he informed her in a very matter-of-fact tone once he had finally stopped inspecting her footwear. “Where did you get them and how much did they cost?”

If he hadn’t already been sitting, he would have felt the sudden need to sit down when she told him about Aelig and her pregnancy. For a moment he just stared at her blankly as if she had been speaking gibberish and he didn’t understand a thing, and then he looked at her very flat stomach for a moment before he blurted out, “But you don’t look pregnant! Whose baby is it? If it’s mine, I’ll of course take care of both of you! I’ll even marry you, and grandmother won’t be able do a thing about it! She’s just a mean old woman anyway!”

He sounded desperate as he said that, but determined. He’d never wanted children, but he could never be like his grandmother who’d just gotten rid of all of his father’s bastards. If he had a bastard, he would acknowledge them, and he would try to love them and not accidentally kill them with his pretty much non-existent parenting skills.

“Unless … did Aelig rape you?” His eyes widened as another possibility occurred to him, and he looked absolutely horrified. “Faith tell me if Aelig hurt you!” he begged her. “I’ll kill him if he did!”

He hadn’t, at least not physically, he realized. As she told him how Aelig had tortured Padraig in a dream, he actually felt sorry for Faith’s former tutor for the first time ever. He disliked Padraig, but in that moment he realized that he didn’t actually want him to die.

And then she proceeded to inform him that she had given birth to a girl and that it had all been an illusion. For a moment he actually wondered if he was dreaming. He pinched himself and winced because the pain felt very real. He was probably not dreaming.

“Are you sure that the baby was fake?” he asked her. “Faith, Aelig is the Immortal of Illusions. He’s evil. What if he just made you think that your daughter doesn’t exist? What if he abducted her?” He felt so bad about his previous thoughts, that he wanted her to be jealous now. He wanted to comfort her and tell her that it would be alright because she looked so sad and hurt, but he didn’t know how.

And then she abruptly asked him what was going on with him, and for the second time he was at a complete loss for words. He didn’t really want to talk about what had happened anymore even though he had been so excited about it just a few bits previously.

On the other hand it might distract him from the loss of her daughter, so he finally replied, “I met Ilaren. We got really drunk together and then I showed her all my favourite places in Andaris and then …” His voice trailed off and looked at her again. Her daughter might also be his daughter. He didn’t know how he was supposed to feel about it, whether he should be sad or happy or angry or ignore the matter as much as possible.

“Faith, is there anything I can do for you?” he asked abruptly before he drained his glass in one go.

[Faith Augustin]

He'd tried to deep fry water? Faith looked at Tristan with incredulous eyes as she realised that this was very probably the truth of what had happened. She shook her head and fished out a chocolate cake from her bag (which really didn't seem to be big enough to hold one and hadn't had a bulge but, there it was) and put it down on the counter. "You could have hurt yourself, you know." Faith shook her head and wondered if there would ever be a time when she didn't feel protective of him. Time, she supposed, would do that.

She shook her head, though, with a smile as he asked her to forget the stuff under his bed. "No, I'm afraid I can't forget it. It was too traumatic. One flash of lightening and it would have taken flight as a whole new lifeform. But I can keep it as our secret. That will have to do." She shook her head, though, no he didn't need to get the letters to prove he got them. She was glad he had and that was all that mattered to her and so she said to him.

"They were a gift." She chuckled as he poked her foot. "I've joined the Order of the Adunih, it's an order of healers across Idalos and one of my fellow Order members gave them to us." Of course, he'd done it after the birth and had done so to help them just get away. It led to her telling him it, the story of what had happened to her since the last time she saw him and when he said that he'd kill Aelig if he'd hurt her, Faith put her hand on to Tristan's and just squeezed gently. "I hit him with the hairbrush" She said, trying her very best to sound brave and like she was fine.

But she wasn't fine.

And then, he asked the question which had gnawed away at her since it happened. The question she hadn't asked aloud and hadn't dared to, he just asked it. Straight out and spoken clearly in a manner which was exactly and completely Tristan. Faith looked at him and she could not help it, tears started to fall from her eyes for all that she tried to stop them. "I can't think that or I'll lose my mind, Tristan. How will I ever know?" She shook her head, angrily wiping away the tears which had escaped and she looked down at her hands which she had clasped back together. "There's no signs of a pregnancy ever having happened on my body. I looked like I was so pregnant that I had been for months, but all the things that I've been through, physically? When you loaned me to Lord Andraska and he and I got into a fight, they kicked me in the stomach. My ribs were broken on the ship to Ne'hear, remember? I fought the shadow beasts with you and when they attacked Padraig's house. Then, I got stabbed and then the horse threw me." She kept her eyes down, focused on her hands.

Her voice was it's usual, barely above a whisper. "When I came to wake you in Venora, remember? To tell you about Lady Elyna? I'd been beaten then, too. No baby could survive all that. The zombie attack, the dragon. All of it," she shrugged, "Famula marked me. You and I were in the Hall in Ne'haer ~ Moseke touched my cheek. She healed me, by the way, all my brands and scars are gone. Those Immortals were fighting Aelig, they'd have seen if I was pregnant but it was hidden." She shook her head.

"So, it wasn't what it seemed to be. Lies on lies, Tristan, and I just don't know. How do I find out? What do I do?" Her lower lip trembled with emotion but she held the tears at bay, this time.

She looked up though and even though her eyes were brimming with tears, she smiled and was obviously happy for him. "You met Ilaren? Oh I'm so pleased. You got drunk with her and gave her a tour? Oh, Trisan, that's good, that's really good." Faith had no jealousy in her and she knew how much Tristan adored Ilaren. She wanted only that he should be happy.

And then he asked her if there was anything he could do and she looked at him with an expression on her face which told of her emotional state. "I'm grieving for something I never had, something that probably wasn't real but damnit it felt it. I don't want children, but I'm just... I'm so." She breathed in and looked back at her hands, just for a moment.

Was there anything he could do for her? "Tell me that it's going to be alright? That I'm going to stop feeling this and that I'll be ok again." She smiled at him and added, quite honestly. "Lie to me if you have to but please, Tristan, tell me I'll find myself again."

[Tristan Venora]

“But I didn’t!“ Tristan retorted as Faith told him that he could have hurt himself. “I just ruined my kitchen. And I still think it’s possible to deep fry water. It’s just a matter of adding the right chemicals.” It occurred to him that she might not be particularly happy about him handling chemicals – although he probably had a natural talent for science if the cloth he had made for Alex was anything to go by – so he quickly added, “Not that I’m actually going to play with dangerous chemicals. I know better than that!”

He let out a sigh as she informed him that the boots had been a gift from the Order of the Adunih. He had no idea who or what Adunih was, and all that he knew about medicine was how to get hurt which was unlikely to change anytime soon. “I don’t suppose you could ask your healer friends to give me such boots as well?” he asked and gave her his best puppy dog eyes even though that hadn’t exactly been successful in the past. “I’m willing to pay up to a thousand nels! That’s more than some people earn in an arc!”

“Good!” he remarked as Faith reminded him that she had hit Aelig with the hairbrush. “He deserved it. I hope it was a heavy hairbrush, and he was in a lot of pain!” Nobody was allowed to hurt Faith – absolutely nobody – even though she wasn’t his Faith anymore!

As Faith began to cry, Tristan immediately pulled a handkerchief out of his pocket and handed it to her. It was very nice and lacy and had belonged to his grandmother until he had taken (or rather stolen) it.

He wanted to say that she had to consider the possibility that Aelig had her child, whether she wanted to or not, but then she mentioned all the things she had been through. It was unlikely that any baby could survive all that unless it was a magical baby. He still felt as if he was supposed to be grieving though which didn’t make any sense at all.

“I would ask the Immortal themselves for help”, he told her firmly, finally walked over and put an arm around her even though he had vowed that he would never do that again. She needed to be comforted though, and Padraig wasn’t there. He just couldn’t let her sit there and cry!

“Moseke, Famula and their friends probably don’t like Aelig too much either. I would find a mage. I’m pretty sure that there is some kind of magic that allows you to find out the truth. And I don’t have to lie to you. It will eventually hurt less. It’s just so overwhelming right now because the pain is still fresh. I know that it’s not the same, and maybe I shouldn’t even say it, but when you went away, I had trouble sleeping, and I couldn’t imagine ever being happy again. And then I met Ilaren.”

He looked at her doubtfully. “Are you sure you aren’t jealous? I just told you that I basically went on a date with an Immortal. Just a few seasons ago I spent all the time with you!”

[Faith Augustin]

"Surely though, if you've added enough chemicals to convert it to a state where the oil and water no longer react, it's no longer water? The chemical composition of it will have changed to the point that it no longer fits the definition?" A frown of slight concentration accompanied the statement and then Faith looked at Tristan with a quizzical expression. "Chemistry is not something we usually talk about, is it? How odd." She and Padraig talked about chemistry and alchemy a lot, but she had never engaged in conversations like that with Tristan.

On the subject of the boots, though, Faith looked at him and smiled. "They're in Rharne, those healer friends. But why do you want them? They just take you home and you tend not to leave here, anyhow. Would they be of any use to you?" She rather suspected that he wanted them because they were something he didn't have and they sounded fun. He loved fun, quirky and unusual and the portal boots were those three things.

Tristan had always been one of the most fundamentally honest people she knew, and the most blunt. She wasn't surprised by his question but the pain in her heart meant that she did the unforgiveable and she cried in front of him. Taking the handkerchief with a grateful smile, Faith wiped at her eyes. "I'm sorry. I shouldn't cry in front of you it's unbecoming. My apologies." She almost got herself under control, too, but then he put his arm around her and Faith let out a sob as hot tears spilled and she seemed utterly powerless to control them. Just briefly, she leaned into his hug and returned it, allowing herself those few trills of weakness before she pulled back.

It took a few moments before she could speak, but she got herself together, furiously and angrily wiping her tears away. Sitting, she looked at him and considered what he said about finding out, about asking Immortals and mages. Should she? "I guess it's something Padraig and I need to think about. I just," she didn't quite know what she was going to say until she said it. "I just don't know if I'm strong enough, Tristan. In both of those situations, I can't hold her. But if he has her?" She had no words for that would do to her. If the baby wasn't an illusion but was, in fact, with Aelig then Faith knew what that meant. It meant that Rose was Aelig's child, not Padraig's, that Faith and Aelig were somehow connected through the child he had forced upon her without consent and still, she would not be part of the baby's life.

"Plus, how will the other Immortals even know? He tricks and decieves them. Lies within lies it's what he does." Faith sighed, her tears stopped at least and she looked at him with gratitude. He told her it would ease, that it wasn't even a lie and then he asked her if she was sure that she wasn't jealous. Faith smiled at him and shook her head. "Jealousy is about possessiveness. You owned me, I was your possession. You were never mine." Faith smiled gently at him. "When I was your property it was my job, my duty and my absolute focus to make sure that you were happy and so as your slave I would be happy for you that you met Ilaren and doing so made you happy. As your friend, I want you to be happy more than ever." None of this led to jealousy ~ in truth Faith had never been jealous or possessive ~ although since being free she had started to discover a slight streak.

She sighed and shook her head. "I'm sorry to come here and get emotional. I wanted to see you and say goodbye, to thank you for everything you've done for me. To promise to write and ask you if you'll write back. Not to weep over your new furniture and steal your handkerchiefs. I'm sorry." Looking at him she smiled a sad but genuine smile. "I'm going to have to go soon, we've got so much to do." The amount of packing was ridiculous, it was true. "Will you write to me?"

[Tristan Venora]

“You do have a point“, Tristan admitted as Faith told him that the portal boots would just take him home. “But on the other hand I could add them to my collection of rare and unusual things. I already have a demon cat. Teleporting boots would go well with that. I could open a zoo and a museum on my property and fill them with magical items and strange animals and make people pay to see them and have everybody envy me!” His eyes lit up as he said that, even though he realized that it would probably take arcs until such an investment paid off. But then again, he wouldn’t do it just for the money.

“And you should never apologize for crying in front of me!” he informed her in a very matter-of-fact tone. He didn’t look uncomfortable as he watched her cry. He just looked sad … sad at what had become of their lives and what had happened to her. Faith wasn’t supposed to be an Immortal’s plaything. Even after she had left him for Padraig, he just wanted her to be happy and have fun, he realized. She deserved to be happy after she had spent most of her life as a slave, eating from the floor, wearing rags and sleeping in a room full of corpses.

“Aelig is a liar”, he agreed. “But there’s probably an Immortal of Truth as well. Maybe you should talk to them. Or the Immortal of Love. Maybe you should contact the Immortal of Love. If your daughter turns out to be real, against all odds, you'll love her, won't you? Go to their temple, pray to them, ask them to intervene. One of the Immortals has to care. They can’t all be emotionless and manipulative!”

He didn’t quite understand why she wasn’t jealous even after she tried to explain it, but he was glad that she wasn’t. It made him feel better about his meeting with Ilaren and the feelings he had for her.

“Don’t apologize for being emotional”, he continued. He found it strange that she felt the need to apologize so much when she had done nothing wrong. Aelig had done something wrong! “And don’t worry about the handkerchief. It isn’t really mine. I took it from grandmother’s bedroom when Andráska and I were hiding there and getting drunk as well as doing a few other, even more questionable things such as putting on her clothes.” He revealed the last bit on purpose, hoping that she would smile a little or at least look shocked. He wanted her to stop crying and being sad.

“Of course”, he assured her. “I’ll write to you and tell you about my heroic deeds and Mistral and Ilaren.”

[Faith Augustin]

Was he right? Should she be appealing to the Immortals to find out if her baby had been real or if, in fact it was all the illusion that they had believed it to be? Faith really didn't think that she could make that decision alone, it had to be something that she and Padraig decided together. So, she looked at Tristan and sniffled slightly. He'd changed so much since they met, she considered. She supposed that she had, too.

Sitting there, memory after memory flooded in to her and Faith felt almost overwhelmed with emotion. She'd painted that wall, she thought to herself. In the first clean out of the place. She'd knelt on that floor, next to where he sat, more times than she could count. How many glasses of wine had she poured here, she wondered to herself. How many meals had she served? So many things, here, the room she rarely slept in and the clothes he chose for her; all of them part of her and part of him. Memories that only the two of them would ever share.

She wanted to tell him lots of things, wanted to explain to him how she saw the world. He'd changed that to begin with, but who she was had changed so much that she felt, for the first time since she had walked in here the trial he bought her, that she didn't belong here any more. Her ideas, her thoughts, her way of being and what she wanted were so different that she couldn't be the person Tristan wanted her to be.

Yet, sitting there, Faith realised that she was ok with that. She didn't want to be that person any more. Now, she wanted to be his friend and she was. So, she stood and she kissed him, gently, on the cheek when he said that he would write and tell her his adventures. "I look forward to that, and I'll do the same." Saying goodbye was hard, it was upsetting and as much as she knew she had to do it, to finally let this part of her life go, it was so very familiar and oh so very safe.

"I don't have the words to say all the things I should. I'll have to content myself with thank you. I hope that your life is an adventure and that I receive an invitation to your wedding. This is the address to the Order of the Adunih on Scalvoris. They'll be able to find me, no matter where I am and the University here will, too." The two institutions were linked after all. Making sure that he had the chocolate cake and that she'd tidied away, Faith smiled at him and wondered what their life would have been, had it been together.

"Goodbye, Tristan," she said and she turned before the tears started to fall again. Then she stepped out of the house and didn't look back at the last place she had ever been a slave.

[Whisper]

Faith

Awarded Points

Story: 5/5
Collaboration: 5/5
Structure: 5/5
These points can/cannot be spent in magic

Awarded Knowledge

Ilaren: Immortal of Wine
Immortal: Ilaren
Tristan: Met Ilaren
Tristan: Still Can’t Cook
Tristan: Thinks the Baby Might be Real
Tristan: Would Have Married Me

Awarded Extras

Loot & Losses	Injuries
None	None
Fame	Devotion
None	None

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Tristan Venora

Peer Review

Story: 5/5
Collaboration: 5/5
Structure: 5/5
These points can/cannot be spent in magic

Awarded Knowledge

Aelig: Illusion and Chaos
Faction: Order of Adunih
Faith: Going to Scalvoris
Faith: Healer of the Order of Adunih
Faith: I’m Still in Love With Her
Faith: Not Coming Back to Rynmere
Faith: Pregnant? Not Pregnant?
Immortal: Aelig
Location: Scalvoris
Magic: Teleporting Shoes

Extras

Loot & Losses	Injuries
None	None
Fame	Devotion
None	None

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Comments

AWWW! I feel like this was the perfect end.. so much emotion and closure all in one thread... This was perfect and a pleasure to read. My heart goes out to Tristan so much here! I just want to godmod Faith to hug him! [wow, lucky me... I can ]

I was genuinely reading this and thinking, "what a lovely end to their chapter..."
Sorry, folks. Sorry for my own part in continuing this story.
[but totally not sorry]

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