Caledon put decorum and vendetta aside last night to celebrate the Spring Equinox. The fires of logs were well controlled. The fires lit in everyone's hearts could have easily been seen from the Mainland.
The pinnacle of the evening was when my dear friend Sir Edward Pearse proposed in voice to Miss Christine McAllister.
Also, the survivors of House Bloodwing..now the Bloodwing Foundation.. were reunited..the Doctor Mason, A.R.I., and myself..with the exception of Vortex, who now in savage form only knows his Father is lost.
I donned my Magma Spirit guise. Perhaps the palette was not as Springlike as everyone else..but the fire within me burned stronger than ever.
Father danced with Nurse Christensen. He said it was his first celebration since his coming of age ceremony. Judging from his low tolerance for alcohol..faewine no less..I believed him. Just as I had to learn the lessons on the Ways of Man for myself, so now must he. As he left I heard the others joking. But I remained silent. This was not the Incubus..this is a man whose only sanctuary from the prison of flame around his soul was the study of esoterica. He has created and assembled his children, but never sired.
I waited by the tram station at the base of the hill. I decided to take the scenic route back to Steelhead. I nodded to Emilly as she exited the house she once swore never to re-enter before making my way to the upstairs.
He slept deeply, posed as he fell on the mattress. And a lit Beltane lamp lay on the dresser, a symbol of hopes renewed and antagonisms forgotten.