{"id":3252,"date":"2017-06-09T00:00:17","date_gmt":"2017-06-09T04:00:17","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/awakenings.embklitzke.com\/?p=3252"},"modified":"2017-06-08T20:47:06","modified_gmt":"2017-06-09T00:47:06","slug":"twelve-06-2","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"http:\/\/awakenings.embklitzke.com\/?p=3252","title":{"rendered":"Twelve – 06"},"content":{"rendered":"

[This post is from Seamus’s point of view.]<\/em><\/p>\n

\u201cWhat are you doing out here, my friend?\u201d<\/p>\n

Seamus took a slow, deep breath at the sound of Anselm\u2019s voice behind him, though he didn\u2019t turn. \u201cOne could ask the same question of you. You coordinate patrols these days. You don\u2019t ride them.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cMm. They saw you go by and more than a few recognized the look on your face, old friend. Something troubles you.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cA lot of things trouble me, Anselm.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cTruer words are rarely spoken.\u201d Anselm stopped next to him, followed his gaze out toward the lake, its waters rippling in the afternoon sunshine. \u201cThat does not change the fact that I am asking.\u201d<\/p>\n

Seamus exhaled, his hand curling into fists. Anselm kept staring straight ahead. These were signs the other man knew, recognized, and Seamus knew it.<\/p>\n

Silence lingered between the pair for a long while before Anselm cleared his throat quietly.<\/p>\n

\u201cThere is some whispering among the Hunt about her being here. They wonder how long it will continue and whether it is by choice or by artifice. Some suspect a coming betrayal.\u201d Anselm paused, as if searching for the right words to phrase what he needed to say. \u201cThey have not forgotten what she did to the Ridden Druid.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cI suspect there is far more to the story of her and C\u00edar mac D\u00fabhshl\u00e1in than any of our brothers and sisters have dared to fathom,\u201d Seamus murmured, closing his eyes for a moment. \u201cYou can assure them that she is here by choice\u2014her choice\u2014and that she has been welcomed by at the very least one of the Seers and my cousin, who has far more reason to distrust her than any of the Wild Hunt ever could.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cI can say the words, but they may not believe them,\u201d Anselm said, a hint of sadness to his tone.<\/p>\n

\u201cWhat would you have me do?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cDo you believe it? Do you believe that she means no harm here?\u201d<\/p>\n

Seamus stared at the water, jaw tightening. That was really the question, wasn\u2019t it?<\/p>\n

But he\u2019d seen what she\u2019d done on the field and had to trust in that.<\/p>\n

\u201cThey saw the sacrifice she was willing to make for us. They saw what Matthew did on the field.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cThey saw, but they don\u2019t understand it.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cThen their questions aren\u2019t for me,\u201d Seamus said, finally looking over at Anselm. \u201cThey\u2019re for Matt.\u201d<\/p>\n

And powers only know if they\u2019ll believe what he has to say\u2014or if they\u2019ll believe that he is who he is\u2014or, more precisely, who he <\/em>was.<\/em><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

[This post is from Seamus’s point of view.] \u201cWhat are you doing out here, my friend?\u201d Seamus took a slow, deep breath at the sound of Anselm\u2019s voice behind him, though he didn\u2019t turn. \u201cOne could ask the same question … Continue reading →<\/span><\/a><\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"jetpack_post_was_ever_published":false,"_jetpack_newsletter_access":"","_jetpack_dont_email_post_to_subs":false,"_jetpack_newsletter_tier_id":0,"_jetpack_memberships_contains_paywalled_content":false,"_jetpack_memberships_contains_paid_content":false,"footnotes":""},"categories":[240,254,14],"tags":[178,150,171,170,149,148,159,168,147,165,146],"class_list":["post-3252","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-book-6","category-chapter-12-book-6","category-story","tag-anselm","tag-awakenings","tag-fantasy","tag-fiction","tag-original-fiction","tag-post-apocalyptic","tag-seamus-vaughan","tag-serial","tag-serial-fiction","tag-story","tag-web-fiction"],"jetpack_featured_media_url":"","jetpack_shortlink":"https:\/\/wp.me\/p1EBlN-Qs","jetpack_likes_enabled":true,"jetpack_sharing_enabled":true,"_links":{"self":[{"href":"http:\/\/awakenings.embklitzke.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/3252","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"http:\/\/awakenings.embklitzke.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"http:\/\/awakenings.embklitzke.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/awakenings.embklitzke.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/awakenings.embklitzke.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcomments&post=3252"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"http:\/\/awakenings.embklitzke.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/3252\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":3253,"href":"http:\/\/awakenings.embklitzke.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/3252\/revisions\/3253"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"http:\/\/awakenings.embklitzke.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=3252"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/awakenings.embklitzke.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcategories&post=3252"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/awakenings.embklitzke.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Ftags&post=3252"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}