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Tadgh sat in a small cafe in the Winter Court, sipping a warm cup of tea on a brisk morning. He was relaxed, leaning back in his chair and occasionally closing his eyes to soak in sounds and smells around him, the scent of fresh coffee and tea soothing his soul. It was well known that Fae didn't age the way mortals did; Tadgh looked much as he did 10,000 years ago. But he knew he was old. He felt a certain weariness doing daily tasks, and an impatience that came only with the burden of repetition. Neither were qualities that befit someone of his job as a "historian" of the Winter Court, something he had concealed from a great many Fae for the majority of his life.
Today, however, he hoped he'd be adding one more to that short list of names that knew his own. Mab had given instruction that someone new was to be inducted into the service; Tadgh refused to know their name at the time, as such knowledge was about as dangerous to someone of his line of work as knowing a Fae's true name. As such, he knew nothing about the new person either, other than the recommendation, and that was also better, because there was a strong possibility Tadgh may have known them, and the test he had prepared would have been designed with a bias as a result. It was important to be impartial--too much of a connection, and one made mistakes. And even a single mistake was one too many.
The first clue wasn't the easiest. But it was perhaps the most important. The first clue was given in the form of a note, and it read as such:
From my eyes do I see the darkened path. All who see me know this is Winter.
He always felt riddles were a little... cheesy... but they did require both good deductive reasoning and local knowledge, which were essential for the job. The second clue was across from the statue of Mab in the middle of their fair city, hidden in a snowberry bush. Tadgh had done so many types of similar activities that he would be keeping track in his mind about where this newcomer should be. It wasn't enough to figure it out: the timing also mattered. Time didn't matter to all Fae, given their long lives, but this job was a special exception...
And, of course, time was the second clue. But they needed to find that clue first.
Harper Kai
Today, however, he hoped he'd be adding one more to that short list of names that knew his own. Mab had given instruction that someone new was to be inducted into the service; Tadgh refused to know their name at the time, as such knowledge was about as dangerous to someone of his line of work as knowing a Fae's true name. As such, he knew nothing about the new person either, other than the recommendation, and that was also better, because there was a strong possibility Tadgh may have known them, and the test he had prepared would have been designed with a bias as a result. It was important to be impartial--too much of a connection, and one made mistakes. And even a single mistake was one too many.
The first clue wasn't the easiest. But it was perhaps the most important. The first clue was given in the form of a note, and it read as such:
From my eyes do I see the darkened path. All who see me know this is Winter.
He always felt riddles were a little... cheesy... but they did require both good deductive reasoning and local knowledge, which were essential for the job. The second clue was across from the statue of Mab in the middle of their fair city, hidden in a snowberry bush. Tadgh had done so many types of similar activities that he would be keeping track in his mind about where this newcomer should be. It wasn't enough to figure it out: the timing also mattered. Time didn't matter to all Fae, given their long lives, but this job was a special exception...
And, of course, time was the second clue. But they needed to find that clue first.
Harper Kai