Post by Deleted on Mar 6, 2023 22:09:36 GMT -5
[ For @thom ]
Temperance's trip back from the mountains, from the Beldam, was slow and time seemed to move even slower as she thought of how best to tell Thomas about all that had happened, all that she had learned and seen and, worst of all, agreed to be part of.
Just five or six days prior, she had asked him to find out all he could about the place, but he had been able to dig up a surprisingly sparse amount of information. At first she had been surprised by that. No information seemed too secretive to elude him, but after the time she'd spent there, even though it had only been part of a day, she was instead surprised that he had found as much as he had. Cam Pyetr and his family were, apparently, very thorough. More thorough than one could imagine.
When she'd gone to the elder witch of the potions coven, the woman had told her about Beldam. No, not about it, really. Just that it existed. A place for unruly, dangerous witches to be kept and reformed so that they no longer posed a danger to society. Thomas, in turn, found the location, the owning family, some employment records that were reaffirmed when Lord Pyetr said that many of the Beldam's female employees were in fact fully recovered patients. Other recovered patients had reintegrated into society and were once again in the military. The man sometimes made trips to the palace to evaluate groups of witches returning from duty in other kingdoms such as Coheed and Cambria. That was quite a lot, and after having met him, Temperance couldn't help but think of how upset Cam Pyetr would be to know that even that much had managed to be known.
But really, nothing could have prepared Temperance for what she had seen. Her conversation with Zevran ran rampant in the back of her own mind. Witches held the most power in Nevermere, and yet, they were seen as little more than tools. And when those tools didn't work as they were expected to work, they were sent to learn the hard way, they were sent to Beldam.
It was past sundown when she arrived back home, hopping out of the carriage and paying the man, watching as the horses left her, she sucked in a deep breath. It wasn't just this. A lot of things had happened recently. Malsumis had destroyed her greenhouse and she was still working on rebuilding it. News of the war had finally made it her way and she worried for Ber's safety, and having met Zevran, worried for the Dresmondi. And then there was Gael. Gael had happened before all of it, and doing all of this extra work was just a way to keep her from thinking about how that summoning had sounded whispering into her ear.
Stepping through the gate, she looked to her left and as it had every time she passed it by, her heart broke at the sight of her greenhouse. She had managed to clean up all of the shattered glass with much help, but many of the plants had been damaged, the cold weather had taken it's toll, the Nevermeran rain was as consistent as ever, seeping into the wood of her desks and cabinets. Well, she couldn't let it keep getting to her. She could only move forward.
As she stepped into the cottage, pulling her shoes off, she smiled and knelt down to pet the puppy that came running toward her. "Hello Artos. Is this full belly courtesy of Melody, or Thomas?" She said, poking his plump belly as he rolled over onto his back. She took a moment or two to scratch the belly, making one of his legs kick, and then stood back up. "Thomas, I'm home."
Temperance's trip back from the mountains, from the Beldam, was slow and time seemed to move even slower as she thought of how best to tell Thomas about all that had happened, all that she had learned and seen and, worst of all, agreed to be part of.
Just five or six days prior, she had asked him to find out all he could about the place, but he had been able to dig up a surprisingly sparse amount of information. At first she had been surprised by that. No information seemed too secretive to elude him, but after the time she'd spent there, even though it had only been part of a day, she was instead surprised that he had found as much as he had. Cam Pyetr and his family were, apparently, very thorough. More thorough than one could imagine.
When she'd gone to the elder witch of the potions coven, the woman had told her about Beldam. No, not about it, really. Just that it existed. A place for unruly, dangerous witches to be kept and reformed so that they no longer posed a danger to society. Thomas, in turn, found the location, the owning family, some employment records that were reaffirmed when Lord Pyetr said that many of the Beldam's female employees were in fact fully recovered patients. Other recovered patients had reintegrated into society and were once again in the military. The man sometimes made trips to the palace to evaluate groups of witches returning from duty in other kingdoms such as Coheed and Cambria. That was quite a lot, and after having met him, Temperance couldn't help but think of how upset Cam Pyetr would be to know that even that much had managed to be known.
But really, nothing could have prepared Temperance for what she had seen. Her conversation with Zevran ran rampant in the back of her own mind. Witches held the most power in Nevermere, and yet, they were seen as little more than tools. And when those tools didn't work as they were expected to work, they were sent to learn the hard way, they were sent to Beldam.
It was past sundown when she arrived back home, hopping out of the carriage and paying the man, watching as the horses left her, she sucked in a deep breath. It wasn't just this. A lot of things had happened recently. Malsumis had destroyed her greenhouse and she was still working on rebuilding it. News of the war had finally made it her way and she worried for Ber's safety, and having met Zevran, worried for the Dresmondi. And then there was Gael. Gael had happened before all of it, and doing all of this extra work was just a way to keep her from thinking about how that summoning had sounded whispering into her ear.
Stepping through the gate, she looked to her left and as it had every time she passed it by, her heart broke at the sight of her greenhouse. She had managed to clean up all of the shattered glass with much help, but many of the plants had been damaged, the cold weather had taken it's toll, the Nevermeran rain was as consistent as ever, seeping into the wood of her desks and cabinets. Well, she couldn't let it keep getting to her. She could only move forward.
As she stepped into the cottage, pulling her shoes off, she smiled and knelt down to pet the puppy that came running toward her. "Hello Artos. Is this full belly courtesy of Melody, or Thomas?" She said, poking his plump belly as he rolled over onto his back. She took a moment or two to scratch the belly, making one of his legs kick, and then stood back up. "Thomas, I'm home."