Shelves Of The Library

Chephirah wings toward the Library, rejoicing in the air of Heaven, and letting it carry away the last taint of Hellstink from her fur.

Soon she is within the Eternal City, and pacing through the streets to the small door that gives onto the Library. The Malakim on the desk smile at her as she passes inside. It is quiet. Soothing. Peaceful. Home.

Chephirah purrs at them as she greets them in return, eyes warm. All the more so, now, that she /knows/ what else might wait, and can value what is here the more. She does not pause to chat, though, but winds her way inside, toward the nook where her Heart rests. Where she can write an entire and proper report, to be added where it should within the Library.

Her Heart is easily found. It lies in its customary place, warm and glowing and secure.

Chephirah nuzzles against it lightly with her cheek - just for a moment. Then settles, and gives herself hands to hold a stylus, and begins to inscribe that report.

<> Chephirah has two Attuneds safe. She doesn't /need/ to Heartgaze. :)

Her stylus moves quickly over the paper. Time is an unimportant thing, here in the heart of the Word of her Archangel.

Eventually, it is done.

Chephirah loses herself gently in that Word - and in words, which are also her Archangel's province. In the records of Redemption and rescue. But not too long; not forever; only as long as it should be. (For all things, here, are as they should be.) Then rises and takes up the sheets, moving among the shelves.

As she turns a corner, she comes upon the figure of her Archangel, moving along a set of shelves and quietly setting books back in place from the dozen that he balances in the crook of his arm.

Yves turns to look at Chephirah, and smiles. There is a warmth in his eyes that goes beyond words.

Chephirah bows - in respect, not fear, and she /knows/ the difference now. "I have..." She smiles, and trails off, and looks down at the papers. "You know, don't you."

Yves says, "Ah, my dear Chephirah, but I would not have read it if you had not written it." He reaches to take her papers.

Chephirah trots forward to give them to him, her eyes aglow. "Then I'm the more glad that I did."

Yves smiles again, and takes the papers from her, smoothing them between his hands. As he does so, a dark cover glistens into being over them, neatly bound and stacked.

Yves says, "Do you want to talk about it?"

Chephirah sits back, reverting entirely to lioness to do it, and watching him with near-worshipful eyes. "I understand better now, I think." She says the words hesitantly, but honest. "I have never - never been so afraid before. But I think it was good that I was - good that I learned. I have always served. Now I know /why/. And can rejoice all the more for those who were brought out of Hell and its creation."

Yves says, "I see."

Yves slides another book onto the shelf, then Chephirah's report beside it.

Chephirah says softly, "Daimon - and Azalea - and Daimon's friend - and the words he used implied others may have been brought safely home."

Yves nods. His voice is kind. "Even as we speak Aron and Azalea and Phineas are with Eduardo in the Volcano, and Mazpatiel bows before Dominic, and Sephar before Jean, and Daimonique embraces Creation."

<> Pat says "Tactful way of putting it."

Yves says, "Oboth walks in Heaven and upon Earth, and Shannen and Zebina..." he pauses. "Drink coffee."

<> Liz says "Hey, I drink tea!"

<> Shannen yays!

Yves says, "Those who came from the shadow of Hell, those who sought Redemption, now can have it in truth."

<> Chephirah grins. Chephirah was referring to the Redeemers, yes. :)

Yves says, "You held firm, my child. Well done."

Chephirah looks entirely unsurprised at the mention of coffee, and fond; and her eyes gleam with unadulterated joy at the mention of those who might Redeem. She bows in quiet respect again, at his last words. "I could do no less and remain true. To you, to myself, to all that is. And if I could have done more... one day I will." Without guilt or self-doubt, now.

Yves says, gently, "You will."

Yves says, "I have a gift for you, my child, and a question."

Chephirah tilts her head back, feline eyes seeking upward. "What may I answer?"

Yves says, "It is not a question to be answered now, Chephirah. Merely a thought to be considered."

Yves says, "If you were given a choice, my child - if some Prince or some mighty power should give you the choice between two friends, and say, let one live and let one die, what would your reply be?"

<> Shannen says "Evil evil evil"

<> Pat can answer that, easy. :)

<> Liz says "Demi, you nasty person."

Chephirah blinks once, and slowly.

Yves reaches across again, and brushes his fingers against Chephirah's brow, lovingly.

Chephirah says, softly, "I think that I would like to think it would be silence. But it does bear much thought."

And for a moment there is a light that catches behind her eyes, and a sudden clarity to her perception.

<> Demiurge says "And he gives her the Malakite of Yves attunement."

Chephirah leans her head up against his hand, loving in turn, with all that she is.

<> Chephirah swoons at Demi's feet. :)

Yves says, fondly, "Go and exist, my daughter, and walk towards the light."

Yves' touch remains a moment longer, and then he turns to walk away.

Chephirah brushes her cheek against his hand once more, and answers softly, "I will, I do." And turns likewise - doing so in a manner that makes it more of respect than staying and watching would - and goes to her rendezvous. With Sephar, at least. She has her doubts about Daimon.

The Library is warm and steadfast around her.

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Fiat Justitia