Tear Grants ☾ - mystearica aura fende -

[The first thing she noticed was the cold. Somewhere, there’s the vague wonder of why it would be so when what she last remembered was warmth and desperation, or at the very least that was what her mind had focused on. It had ignored the cold of her limbs and the sickening wetness of a fatal wound in favor of a particular warmth.

There is wetness now, but it is not warm nor does it focus on one particular spot. It is all over her body, and the more rational part of her mind is demanding she open her eyes and get out of it already.

And so she does, slowly as images of those last moments return to her memory while also noticing the familiar forest around her. The rain on her face helps to further clear her mind, and it is with widening eyes that she recognizes exactly what had happened. Tear may have resigned herself then, but now that she was breathing once more it makes her freeze.

Until she remembers one person in particular.

Quickly she feels around for her journal, opening it with only faintly trembling fingers and extracting the pen attached to it. Her voice wasn’t to be trusted yet.]

[ private to Freyjadour Falenas — broken. ]

Please, I need t

[The last character is cut sharply, ink beginning to pool at the point where her hand had jerked and pressed the pen so deeply that it nearly tore. Her breath is just as silent and unmoving, yet her heart pounded in her ears so loudly it nearly hurt to hear.

When she finally releases that breath, it does nothing to relieve the pain growing steadily in her chest. Bending over her journal does nothing either as her lips press tightly together, only protecting the smudging ink from the rain. Now wasn’t the time to grieve, even if she needed a few moments before she tried to write again.]

[ private to House One ]

I’m back.

[What else could she say?]

[After she has returned home, with the comfort of Colonel and knowing at least everyone else of the household was still there, she writes to the village at large.]

To those who have taken note of my absence, I apologize. [For so many things.] I also must inform anyone who has been receiving instruction from me that until further notice, I will be unavailable for teaching. Thank you for your patience and understanding.

In the meantime, if there is anyone who would be willing to teach me in closer combat and weaponry, I would be most grateful.

[The months until she would have her voice back would be long, and it was better to start accommodating now. Yet...]

And if anyone could tell me when exactly Freyjadour Falenas left Luceti, I want to know.

[It's been some days since Anise left, and for the most part Tear has been taking it in stride. She did feel sadness, especially knowing what the younger girl would be returning to back in Auldrant, but it isn't as heavy as she thought it would be. Perhaps it was because the last time Anise had left the enclosure, it had been within days of Natalia's departure and she had been so new to Luceti herself, so the weight of not having two of her closest friends had been that much more palpable.

But she knows better than to dwell too much on it now, surely the fon master guardian would be pouting at her like she so often did when she deemed her as being too gloomy. So she's going to try her hand more at something she knew she would have liked.]

If there's anyone who knows how to make chiffon cake, or is willing to help me make some... I'd greatly appreciate it.

[Her friend might not be here to appreciate it herself, but she could at least try to make it for the benefit of her friends who did remain.]

Or any form of baking really, even if it's just helping to taste it. Maybe later today or at another time.

[Call it a whim.]

[In the meantime she'll be making her way through the shops like she usually does, but she's drawing more attention to anything seemingly cute today, without even trying to hide it. And since Colonel decided to accompany her for a time this afternoon, some might overhear her occasionally asking him of particular items she finds even though it's more musing to herself rather than truly seeking his opinion.]