Finchley

Some days are just a gordamned nightmare, and just when ya think you woke up and everything is ok, somebody peels their own face off and you are right back in the crazy.

I don’t normally do this kind of diary thing, this is more my sister’s conceit…but I got time to kill and a lot of this crazy to get through.

Dawn traced a thin line of gold across the horizon as Xanderian sat crosslegged in the grass on Tol Lochul, at the feet of a marble statue of Celebrimbor. The massive marble fortress of The House of Three Graces was at her back as she slowly, carefully polished and sharpened her sword, Lovelorn.

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(The events of this story take place several months before the events of A Dream of Moonlight, or A Dirge in Red - The humble chronicler of the Stranded Sisters)

Xanderian woke from her sleep with a start, the Chamber of Stars silent and dark around her. She cast aside the silken sheets in the moonlight with a violent flourish, eyes wild, but there was no denying the truth…she was still alone in the large bed, her face wet with tears.

It had been a dream. Just a dream. One of so many. A dream forged from a memory.

The moon was just rising over the Isla of Tol Lochul as Finchley stalked her prey, moving soundlessly, barely breathing. Her small fists were tight with concentration as she moved, step by step, closer to her quarry. Everything depending upon her being able to approach without alerting resistance. Finally, she saw her moment as a cloud passed in front of the bright moon, and Finchley slowly stepped up behind Xandilif and peered over her shoulder. "... Whatcha doin', Lif?"