FALDREY
Faldrey's mother once told him that when a person is in love they begin to see everything differently. He was experiencing that right now. Everything and everyone seemed so flowery, he even began to think Eren's sister was that spiteful because she was love ridden.
Finding someone who would love her the way she was, was going to be a real miracle.
It had been two weeks since Eren told him about the chimes he'd been hearing, he instantly connected it to the legend of the aether Dakyres. He thought It was too much of a coincidence. Dakyres weren't capable of mind invasion or getting into the another's head. Even aether Dakyres didn't possess this ability, only the Dakyres of Ardor; the lover and the beloved were said to possess this power.
Faldrey knew the legend could be some story his mother came up with on a stormy night to get him to sleep without nightmares, but these stories were the last real memories he had of his late mother. Despite not being palpable, they felt real to him.
The legend might be false but his love for Eren was the exact opposite of that.
The first few nights he saw the flame butterfly outside his window, he always felt a stab of fear on his way to the watchtower. Fear that he might be caught, fear that one day he would stop seeing the butterfly and the next day he would be summoned to the Throne room. But that never happened.
Days passed and eventually a full week. A full week of sneaking out and spending the best nights of his life at the tower, whilst looking down at how small everything seemed whenever he was around Eren.
He always made sure to keep his emotions in check, even when he was with his Mistress. He didn't want to always bother Eren with the tumultuous thoughts she triggered in his head.
Faldrey had gotten quite accustomed with everything around the castle now, he was bound to. He's spent over three months in his new home, in Byron's new home. Aphrodite wasn't his only friend anymore, he had made friends with other nice servants. He especially tried his best to befriend a few kitchen servants so he would have access to the food that went up to Eren's chamber-room.
Trying not to raise suspicions he observed the servant who often took Eren's lunch to his chambers. He started talking with her for this specific reason but along the way he found out she was actually a nice air Dakyre with an affinity for the element. She just had a problem of keeping people at arm's length, she did not want to get too close with anyone in the fear of losing them. That made her quite arrogant and dismissive.
Faldrey also came to realise she was actually way older than he thought.
It was on this faithful day he decided to make the move. With crossed fingers, he hoped she would let him take Eren's lunch up to his room.
Aphrodite and Faldrey currently stood just outside the entrance of the work quarters, on the soft grass that surrounded the entire brick structure. Aphrodite gently nudged him, pushing him towards the floating mountain girl when she came out of the building with the metal food cart.
"Hey Chayne, hold on a minute," he called out, walking up to the girl who halted and eyed Faldrey as he approached her. "Is that for the Young Tal Dane?" He inquired, smiling down at her. Of course he knew it was for the Young Tal Dane, he had been watching her.
"Yes it is, I've to get going. His lunch time is exactly now, I can't be late."
She made to push the cart but Faldrey awkwardly stepped in front of it, smiling sheepishly and scratching the back of his head.
"Could you umm..." he trailed off. Clearing his throat, he finally found his words and continued. "Could you maybe let me take it to him this time?" He bit his bottom lip, looking at her with pleading eyes.
"Why would I do that?" She snapped, catching Faldrey off guard.
He just stood in front of the cart with his mouth slightly gaped, speechless and blank.
"Because... because I-I-I ju-just want to help?" He stammered through his sentence.
"I don't need your help, I'm just fine. Now scooch," she ordered.
"Wait! Wait, Chayne please. I just want to help," Faldrey pressed on.
"Why are you begging me if you just want to help? I just said I'm fine I don't need your help." Her face puckered into an angry frown.
"But I really want to help. Please let me," Faldrey forced a fake toothy grin.
"Why are you making it seem like me letting you help me is me doing you a favour?" She asked, her gaze sharpening.
Faldrey couldn't process what she had just said. It was a combination of words he wasn't interested in, he just wanted her to comply and she was proving stubborn.
"I-I umm, I don't r-r-really, uhh, understand-" he stuttered.
"If this is some kind of shenanigan you're plotting with Aphrodite, leave me out of it," she looked from Faldrey to Aphrodite with menacing eyes.
"Oh no," Faldrey raised his hands up in surrender, disgrace audible in his voice. "No shenanigans at all, I promise."
"If you don't get out of my way now I'll report this to the head maid servant," she nursed a blank, yet threatening facial expression.
"Okay, let's not uproot flowers here," Aphrodite chipped in, stepping right into Chayne's footprint.
She knew what she was about to do was madness, but it was for her friends. Faldrey was withering, she saw that. Left to him he wouldn't get this done, he would only expose himself.
"Can you both just leave me alone-"
"The grass is beautiful, isn't it?" Aphrodite spoke, the softness in her voice reinforced by her element making her sound as calming as ever. She sounded like mother nature singing a lullaby.
Just then decorative flowers began to grow out of the grass in front of them.
"Listen," she ordered, "can you hear the wind murmuring through the graceful swaying leaves? The melodic singing of birds to each other?" She stopped and squeezed Chayne's shoulder gently, "soothing isn't it?" Aphrodite continued.
Faldrey just stood there staring at her. Chayne's grip on the cart had loosened and her hands slipped down from the handle, languidly falling to her sides. He could hear and feel everything that Aphrodite had just mentioned, the funny part? They weren't there before.
The wind was still a while ago, and there were no birds around that afternoon.
But their sense of sound was suddenly filled by the earth.
"Now breathe," she commanded again, "you can smell the ripeness of the summer tomatoes, the rich full taste of berries, can't you?" Her voice grew more stupefying with every word she uttered. "I can show you the beautiful telltale yellow blush of the dandelions in the Mustard fields. If you could just come with me I could show you the ice-encapsulation of freezing lichen on the rich mountains of your tribe once again," she began to walk away with Chayne, leading her away from the food cart.
Faldrey unconsciously followed, he was compelled to follow by nature. Aphrodite immediately turned to him. With a frown on her face she mouthed 'go!'.
Shaking his head vigorously and batting his eyelashes, snapping himself out of the nature induced stupor. He then skipped back to the cart and took a hold of the handle, but before he rolled it away he heard Aphrodite finish her coaxing poem.
"...and when I'm done filling you with nostalgia you'll be so grateful to earth; the mother, the sister, the guardian, that you'll forget I showed them to you. You'll only have the lingering scent and feeling of earth to remind you of this."
Faldrey raced away when she said the last lines of her poem.
He couldn't put into words just how grateful he was to Aphrodite. She was one in a million, and he was glad he met her just when everything seemed dark.
(Play the song now.)
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AN: This chapter leads right into the next one where so much happens. I think I'm going to post it in an hour or so because I love you guys so much <3Don't forget to vote if you enjoyed the chapter! I'm grateful.
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