Fayne's Diary 16:  Thread in the Weave of Time

I woke up the next morning tangled up in the grey embroidered sheets and scanned the room to make sure no one was there. Feeling relatively safe, and somewhat hungover I wandered hazily over to the bathroom. I pissed into the ridiculous gold filigreed toilet, and tried to think of nothing but the headache creeping into my temples. I was tempted to go back to sleep; two sleepless nights had left me a little under the weather, and I glanced back out at the bed. I looked in the mirror and started as I realized I was supposed to escort Ambriel to breakfast.

Glancing more closely at myself in the mirror I realized I was a mess. I needed a shave, and smelled of cigarette smoke, booze, and blood. First things first I set a pot of water on the hearth to boil. I didn’t want to alarm the pages or start rumors if they saw the mess I was in. I could brew my own coffee. As the water heated, I ran the bath and shaved, cursing as I nicked my left cheek. What was the bloody use of being a shape shifter, if I had to shave so often, by six o’clock the growth would be back in. I couldn't control my hair either, the damn curls would hang down in my eyes no matter how often I cut it. A quick bath, and I had scrubbed away most of the evenings crime. I fished in one of the boxes sitting scattered on the floor, and chewed on a stim stick. I sat on the bed and combed out my hair, the curls were tangled as usual. The stim took effect and I felt the blood flow return back to my brain. I brewed some of the chocolate coffee stuff I had brought back for Mythos and thought about getting dressed.

I pulled on one of the crisp white shirts, and buttoned up the mandarin collar. The dark, grey pants were from back home, although the black low cut leather boots were genuine Amber. A little formal for the morning, but it felt good to be back in my own tailored clothes. I slipped the platinum, diamond stud into one ear and surveyed the effect in the mirror. Not too bad.

On my way out, I noticed the small pile of books on the antechamber’s mahogany desk. Histories of Amber and the first cataclysm. I thought back to Herald, no Gabriel's, revelations. My father, had let some young girl be killed and that had somehow ruined peace for Amber and Chaos. Yeah right. I can believe he let some girl be killed, these things happen sometimes.. One person holding the fate of the universe in their palm was pretty ridiculous. I just didn't think so. Even more crazy, was the idea of me as the reincarnation of this girl, the peace bringer to Amber and Chaos. Even if I were, how in the hell did he think I was going to do that. I couldn't even find a way to get to Chaos and certainly don't have any invested interest in these two places. I snorted at the vthought. Left the room, and headed off down the sunny hallway.