[ Istredd knows the moment she steps into his domain so then it becomes a waiting game. For him, her very presence there is powerfully strong. She's always radiated to him, heat and strength and a force of will he's loved for almost all of his life. It's not as if he had much of a life before he met her. That's when he felt like his heart started beating, that day she appeared, a scared farmgirl.
He lifts his head when she speaks rather than when she enters because he assumes she has to decide how angry she wants to be at him first. Istredd knows how she operates. She is justifiably angry about him not sharing relevant details, but it wouldn't have helped. In the end, his stay was fairly boring. Unnerving, yes, but dull. Sidwell was making more of a show than anything else, he thinks. ]
No. But early on, they asked me to help renew wards down there, so it felt like full circle.
[ Istredd doesn't think any of the wards were his, but it would be poetic justice if they were. He and Lucifer did that in his first few months there, when he was still trying to build his reputation so he could go to the Singularity. All that effort is wasted, if he can't make a bond with Mace, or at least a polite co-existence. He has plans for that. He stayed behind so he could help their interests from the castle, that requires him to get some position of authority again. ]
They were much nicer than the Pit. And probably nicer then wherever Vilgefortz plans on stowing me.
[ Istredd is apparently destined to end up in some kind of prison, gilded or otherwise. He reaches out to her, palm up, setting his notes aside. ]
Can we ... do this differently? Can you just forgive me and come here? I miss you, Yenna. It turns out my life is still fairly wretched without you with me.
[ And this is not to say Istredd feels they should have done things differently. She knows where he stands on that. But the point is, he is tired already of being separated from her. ]
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He lifts his head when she speaks rather than when she enters because he assumes she has to decide how angry she wants to be at him first. Istredd knows how she operates. She is justifiably angry about him not sharing relevant details, but it wouldn't have helped. In the end, his stay was fairly boring. Unnerving, yes, but dull. Sidwell was making more of a show than anything else, he thinks. ]
No. But early on, they asked me to help renew wards down there, so it felt like full circle.
[ Istredd doesn't think any of the wards were his, but it would be poetic justice if they were. He and Lucifer did that in his first few months there, when he was still trying to build his reputation so he could go to the Singularity. All that effort is wasted, if he can't make a bond with Mace, or at least a polite co-existence. He has plans for that. He stayed behind so he could help their interests from the castle, that requires him to get some position of authority again. ]
They were much nicer than the Pit. And probably nicer then wherever Vilgefortz plans on stowing me.
[ Istredd is apparently destined to end up in some kind of prison, gilded or otherwise. He reaches out to her, palm up, setting his notes aside. ]
Can we ... do this differently? Can you just forgive me and come here? I miss you, Yenna. It turns out my life is still fairly wretched without you with me.
[ And this is not to say Istredd feels they should have done things differently. She knows where he stands on that. But the point is, he is tired already of being separated from her. ]