Tonight, all of heaven is singing. I know that it is not for me, but that is what it feels like just now. Word didn’t come until only a few hours ago, just before the celebration was set to begin. I had taken on the first shift of the Guardians, so that I could be free to hear back, but I wasn’t looking forward to my lonely watch in the dark. Brid and Inca kept me company as long as…
Today I was called to the assembly of my seniors. Brid was not called, but she went with me anyway, for “I’ll not let you be alone on this great and terrible moment.” I am deeply grateful for that, and for the fact that the seniors did not send her away. It was a larger group than I’d anticipated. Salathiel, Orison, Ero’an, Anathalie, Ruhamah, Ophell, and Ananiah were there, as I’d expected, and I was delighted and honored to see…
There is still no decision. My seniors continue to deliberate, and I have heard that they have consulted with an Order. I was surprised to hear this, but I should not have been. Angels rarely reveal themselves to humans, and so this is a serious matter that needs to be closely examined. Orison assures me that there is no blame assigned to me—he says that under the circumstances, I did everything I could to prevent this from happening. But now…
Everything has changed. What I feared and hoped for has finally happened, and I am shaken, and jubilant, and bewildered, and frightened. But there is certainly no going back now. Freya was driving to her mother’s house to spend a few days over the holiday, and I went down to check on her while she was alone in the car. Inca, who had been with her that morning, had told me that she remembered the nightmares and that she was…
Tonight should be a night for triumph and victory, for celebration and hope. It should be the moment in which I commemorate my first year as a Guardian, which has been so very eventful and held so much change for me. It should not be a time for anger, and that makes me all the more angry. Of course, the Fallen would know that this is the night that the ranks of heaven take their flight. One would think that…
This evening Freya had a meeting with a writer that ran long, and both were so absorbed that they did not notice that the weather was getting bad. Inca was uneasy about guiding Freya back to her home on her own, but no one else was available, and so I came myself to join them. Freya drove carefully, and while Inca kept close to her, I flew behind to watch over her. All seemed well, until Freya made the last…
Freya took a day off work today so that she could go wedding dress shopping with Kara. I understand that they did this on a weekday rather than a weekend so that Kara wouldn’t have to have her mother along. “Don’t get me wrong, I love the woman,” Kara told Freya, “but she has no sense of style whatsoever. Lady thinks we still in the eighties or something.” “And you’d rather not have a big-hair and shoulder pad wedding?” “I…
I have spent the past days arranging a system by which I can watch over Freya without standing so close to her side. Inca, Ananiah, Eburnean, Ophell, and even Orison have taken turns on guard, and Taralom keeps watch from heaven, so that even though I am rarely with her myself, she is never alone. This is a sorrow for me, but it is for the best. We have learned from this that she recognizes my presence, distinct from that…
All is peaceful as the season advances towards celebration. Freya has still been searching, but without the same fear and confusion that she felt before I helped her send her father away. Now, rather than needing to know what is happening to her, she is just curious. It’s opened a few doors for her, if just in her own thoughts. She’s been digging through many different religious traditions, collecting tidbits of truth. The modern, “spiritual” beliefs about angels have gotten…