Petition

Unable to rouse myself from my bed today, I remained there, growing sick with fever and waning appetites. By about the ninth ahn Marius had come looking for me, and I suppose that this was what I had expected all along. I have been unable to face him on my own with my petition, wrangling over it inside of myself until I have become fraught with anxious turmoil. I could see much concern etched into the lines on Marius' face, concern for a possession whose glowing light swiftly fades like a dying ember.


What was wrong with me, he wanted to know. Marius laid his hand across my brow that had grown dotted with cold sweat, confimation it seemed, that I was not quite myself. It was now or never.. and with my eyes I did finally beseech him, revealing the prurient source of my soul's growing unhealth. I demanded my Master obtain this girl for me.