(But the dawn is brief and the day full often belies its promise.)

[castintoflames]

FORM: Sending Crystal
SENDER: Maedhros
RECIPIENT: Anyone with a crystal.
WHAT: Manic? Did anyone say manic? This can't be good.
WHEN: Spanning a week? (7-10 days?)
WHERE: Kirkwall
NOTES: Someone is afflicted with a strange Flu.

(The fires are high in the Forge and someone is working at all hours. Have they come out for food? Water? Air? Well if you wondered, he does make a quick message.)

Whoever thinks knocking on the door is a good idea, will not leave unscathed next time!

(There is a strange light in his eyes - and if anyone knows of his father, they will recognize it immediately. Abort mission!)

I am on the cusp of making something spectacular and I do not need any interference. Do I make myself clear?

(What happened to the gentler Maedhros? Some might claim he has been swallowed by the flames of ambition.)

Comments

[wheretheferngrows]

[this pause, longer than the others, carries on for some time. Then, quietly,]

You’re frightening, like this.

[castintoflames]

(She breaks through his stubborn resolve with that statement. He is silent, feeling the heavy weight of guilt on his chest. Then he speaks slowly:)

I do not mean to be.

[wheretheferngrows]

[For some time, Maedhros would not be blamed for thinking that Fern has simply ended the call. Can one blame her? In this state, Maedhros is genuinely a terrifying force, and not one she's ever reckoned with before.

Then, softly,] Can I bring you something to eat? Maybe some tea? There's a blend my mother makes when I'm feeling unwell, and it might... [Quietly, her words taper off.]

[castintoflames]

(The silence is half-expected. He remembers his mother treating his father to silence when he acted in this manner. When she speaks again, he is staring sullenly at his work table, holding one of the tools a bit too tight.)

...my heart is racing. I cannot rest even if I wish to. I have never felt this way before.

Tea...would be nice.

[wheretheferngrows]

[It's a dangerous risk to take, some part of her realizes; maybe not consciously, but there's a power that emanates from these ancient elves, and even a barely trained apostate mage such as herself can sense it. But Maedhros was kind to her on their way to Llomerryn. No one else had ever called her a 'lady' before without meaning it as some kind of terrible joke.]

I can some to the forge, if that's where you are, [she volunteers.] If.. if you want.

[castintoflames]

(He makes himself sit down, taking a deep, calming breath. Meditating is useful - it is how his race slumbers - and if he can manage it, maybe...just maybe...he will feel more like himself.)

I can meet you outside. It is too hot in here for you.