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Apr. 25th, 2014 08:38 pm[Filter: Finnabhair, in Kilian]
I don't -- hm.
Hmm.
I have a very, very bad feeling. I know how ridiculous that sounds, believe me. Too many fantasy novels, Aoife. You're no prophetess, no backwoods magician trying to scry the future in a pool, but -- did you know? The missing woman everyone is thinking of and pointedly refusing to mention. I knew her rather well. Miss Maebh. She liked to sit by the back barseats and watch the moving picture books. I remember -- gryphons. Those were her favorite. Her favorite tale was one of King Edward II and his secret gryphon hatchery, yes, that was it.
That's not the only reason. Obviously. You've seen Caoilinn. She's reaching too far, ignoring my warnings. She's complicating the flow of the tale with her presence -- as expected -- but the changes are coming too fast for the artifact to reasonably handle. Damaging the integrity of the world within ... Caoilinn insists there is nothing amiss, but you can see how unreliable her reports have become.
And yet. What can I do? I can cease this and start anew, I suppose. Fire Caoilinn and hope she is not desperate enough to try and return to Roshar by force. But it will take months to groom a new assistant and Caoilinn will talk. And the more talk there is, the more rumours begin --
I cannot have word of what I am doing spread too far. They will hear of it and no city is intimidating enough to keep them away forever. I don't like that this shop has drawn attention enough to pull outsiders from Taln just to see it. That is not ideal, as much as I must fawn over them, my darling new customers.
They've noticed Caoilinn's ... oddities, as well, I assure you. That pink-haired one in particular, I don't like her. Too inquisitive. She keeps asking after Aelbhe, in fact. Is she in often? When might they meet? They've had such interesting conversations on the journals, don't you know? I don't like it at all.
And those ... people, from
-- Well. Look at me, so full of complaints, today.
I don't -- hm.
Hmm.
I have a very, very bad feeling. I know how ridiculous that sounds, believe me. Too many fantasy novels, Aoife. You're no prophetess, no backwoods magician trying to scry the future in a pool, but -- did you know? The missing woman everyone is thinking of and pointedly refusing to mention. I knew her rather well. Miss Maebh. She liked to sit by the back barseats and watch the moving picture books. I remember -- gryphons. Those were her favorite. Her favorite tale was one of King Edward II and his secret gryphon hatchery, yes, that was it.
That's not the only reason. Obviously. You've seen Caoilinn. She's reaching too far, ignoring my warnings. She's complicating the flow of the tale with her presence -- as expected -- but the changes are coming too fast for the artifact to reasonably handle. Damaging the integrity of the world within ... Caoilinn insists there is nothing amiss, but you can see how unreliable her reports have become.
And yet. What can I do? I can cease this and start anew, I suppose. Fire Caoilinn and hope she is not desperate enough to try and return to Roshar by force. But it will take months to groom a new assistant and Caoilinn will talk. And the more talk there is, the more rumours begin --
I cannot have word of what I am doing spread too far. They will hear of it and no city is intimidating enough to keep them away forever. I don't like that this shop has drawn attention enough to pull outsiders from Taln just to see it. That is not ideal, as much as I must fawn over them, my darling new customers.
They've noticed Caoilinn's ... oddities, as well, I assure you. That pink-haired one in particular, I don't like her. Too inquisitive. She keeps asking after Aelbhe, in fact. Is she in often? When might they meet? They've had such interesting conversations on the journals, don't you know? I don't like it at all.
-- Well. Look at me, so full of complaints, today.
