Sunday, the 25th of September, 1999.
I had a surprise as I came in to tend clean up for morning classes.
There was someone making tea in my kitchen. I naturally assumed it was
Jael, since she was the only one likely to be doing such a thing and,
more importantly, the only one with a key. It was not her, however. It
was Eli. He looked as he had when we had eaten noodles in Paris Šthat
seems an eternity ago. We conversed a few minutes quite companionably
before he gave me his Malakim attunement. An excellent addition to my
fighting skills, and I thanked him, though inwardly I admitted to myself
that I was not much in the mood for fighting that morning. Having had
some time to rest and work in my garden, considering, I felt more at
peace with myself and my profession than I had in a long time. I hoped
to part of another purpose, while still serving Michael with all my
loyalty and love for him.
Once Eli was gone, I contacted Jael and arranged to join her later in
the morning. She agreed to join me on my trip to the Springs to check
up on Perry. I thought it would be a nice moment away. I contacted
Giles before I resumed my work, asking for a make-up game that evening.
He was curiously vague and recalcitrant. He must be very busy.
Once I joined Jael at the Painted Pot, I informed her of all the
conclusions I had come to concerning myself, her, nobility, Ethereals,
wanting to help, being chipper, brownies and all kinds of other stuff.
I felt nearly as giddy as when I ate the brownie, the origins and
purpose of which Jael cleared up for me. Curious things. At any rate, she
was willing to go along with my good mood. Her eyes were a little misty
that morning as well and I knew that, for the next few days, her
attentions would be focused on that distant day when she would gain the
word she sought, the word that could now become her purpose as well as
her salvation. I love that angel.