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|Subject: Striving Ahead [Paige's Awakening] Mon Sep 05, 2016 10:35 pm|| |
When there was no answer, Paige raised a loose fist and gently tapped her knuckles to the wood of the door, listening closely. "Master, you wished to see me?"
The door opened quietly as Paige turned the knob and pushed, the silence only broken when she began to walk into the room, heels clicking against the floor. The door was shut just as quietly before Paige entered further into the room, sitting across from Master Igor in a hard-backed office chair at his behest.
Being in this room again...how strange it was. A glance and a moment was all Paige needed to know that nothing, not one piece of furniture or speck on the walls, had changed, even though it had been well over two...no, almost three centuries since her last visit. In some small way, this comforted her, being in a familiar, safe space. In other ways, it terrified her.
The last time she'd sat in this chair, her duties had been ripped from her. Her compendium was lost, along with her composure and most of her dignity. She'd never regained the first, but the other two had mended themselves over time. But was she about to lose them both again? After all, she must have done something displeasing to wind up here once more. So, what was it?
Each and every nerve in her spine froze and burned all at once; froze in trepidation, burned with the effort of remaining so still, so on edge. Subtly, she squeezed her clasped hands, wishing Alexander's fingers were between hers.
"You have performed well despite the hand you've been given."
She had been so close to choking out a "what" in place of the, "...Thank you, Master" she managed to murmur. Did he...bring her here just to say this? Some...random praise? ...No, Master never did anything so flippant. So what was his aim?
Master Igor raised one hand and swiped his fingers across the air, tracing a particular design. As he dropped his hand back to his desk, an object materialized in a blue glow in front of Paige, right in front of her wide eyes.
Hesitantly, the Attendant reached out with both hands, gently tracing her fingertips across the teeth on the front cover of the book. Her fingers caressed its spine, and she almost shivered at the cool, distinctive feel of the tome. This...she hadn't seem her compendium in so long, save for memories of failures long ago. And yet...
Paige's hands hovered millimeters from the book, her eyes flicking to the Master doubtfully. The question hung in the air, almost palpable, only to shatter as Master Igor gave an almost imperceptible nod. Without any further prompting, Paige eagerly gripped at her compendium, tugging it down and onto her lap where she gazed lovingly, almost in awe at it. This...her purpose, her life, her love, returned...just like that?
The speed with which she thanked the Master, giving one last dutiful curtsy before she fled from the room, betrayed her outward calm and hinted at the fear that Igor would change his mind. She'd been given a second chance, and this time, she would fight to keep it from slipping through her fingers.
Paige has been given her compendium! She is now available to take on guests!