Trying Times

Làmh: So, are you going to explain about the door . . . ?
Beth: *sigh* I am sorry about it you know.
Làmh: Oh, I realise that. But I am the Guardian and I need to be able to protect the door itself and those who walk through. Especially those who don’t know for instance, that that particular door only opens one way . . . .

Beth: Really? I didn’t know!
Làmh: That is apparent . . . . *smile*
Beth: *sigh* I am an apprentice healer in the Fae Court. My duties include caring for those who are mentally hurt, and Feather is currently my special charge. She came to us some months hence, dreadfully abused, unable to even talk. You saw the scars on her body . . . ?
*Làmh nods*





Beth continues: There have been rumours for some time, but until recently we had merely thought there were just tales from the other Courts. Then Feather was found by one of the doors on the east of the Moor and it became apparent that the stories had a basis. Poor Feather, she was so traumatised by the events she regressed in to a time of safety. She now acts as if she is only 3 or 4 years old and needs constant supervision.

*Beth looks towards Feather*



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Beth: She has suffered so much for one so young. And we don’t know why. There are no searches posted for missing fae here, and she cannot remember where she came from originally. All we can glean is that she is afraid of water and that she gets very frustrated very quickly. She is not dangerous! Just a very frightened little fae at times . . .
Làmh: Hence running away from the bath?
Beth: *smile* Yes, hence running away from the bath. I had intended to make it fun, but even that was too much for her. I had no idea that she would run off, least of all through the door!