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Current Date: July 10, 2058
Character: Faye Storm-Daii
Race: Halfling – Demon / Human / Strife
Age: 45, physically about 23
Current residence: Atheria City, Eresiel
Considering the size of our family—I can imagine there are bigger ones though none that come to mind right this second—you would think that communication wouldn’t be an issue. You would think that if one person forgets to mention something, another would let it slip or something of the sort.
Now, this isn’t something that I’ve found myself dealing with often. There really only is one particular situation that comes to mind at this point, but it was a huge situation, and we all were more than old enough to not be kept in the dark about it.
In a way, I guess that this is the issue in itself. Maybe they were trying to keep us in the dark until they were dead certain—I don’t mean that as a pun at all—that he was going to be all right. Uriel is one of the babies of the family. One of the last born. He’s not the youngest of us all but he’s one of the youngest three and, most importantly, he’s my brother.
I’m not saying that my learning about what happened to him back on that day was more important than others learning about it, but quite a few of us were left in the dark until he was in full recovery and no longer in a dangerous zone. I’m not even sure how our parents didn’t tell us these things or how they managed to keep that from us. As someone who has struggled with communicating things before—and I still do—I want to believe that in that situation, I still would have found ways. It would possibly have not come out cleanly, but I wouldn’t have kept it quiet.
There’s nothing any of us can do about it at this point. He’s back, he’s healthy—as healthy as he’ll ever be—and he’s okay. I don’t know that I’ve seen him with his wings out since that day but that’s hardly something I can base myself on, considering that he rarely had them out as we were growing up. I might have been the one of us three who had them out most often while we were growing up but it’s one of those things. I’m the oldest, so who knows.
I think it’s a bit of a miracle that we didn’t swarm him when we finally learned about the accident. By that point, we were nearly all grown up, adults in our own right—for the most part—and I guess that we knew better. At most, whenever I went to see him, there was one other person with him when that person wasn’t Gus.
I’m sure there have been other instances of information not getting to all parties when it might have been a good thing that it did. There’s just so much potential out there for information to slip through the cracks but I feel that in a world like ours, where we know everyone—by sight, if not personally because I certainly don’t know everyone that way, but I know who they are when I see them—information falling through the way I feel it did with that accident shouldn’t have happened.
I rehashed that very thought so often back then. Almost any time I visited him, I thought about that again, and again. Maybe they were trying to spare us the pain of things if he didn’t make it—something I can’t imagine happening. There have only been three instances of loss here that I’ve ever heard about after what they call The Return and none of them actually happened while the people in question were here, under the safety of the invisible roof that covers Atheria from one side to the other, including all nooks and crannies.
I’ll be honest, I don’t often think about Uriel’s accident; not because I think it doesn’t deserve thought, but mostly so because it’s the opposite. He made it through, he’s still with us and while I know that he still has some very mild issues that are often taken care of right in-house and that none of us possibly even ever hear about, he’s doing great. He doesn’t need to be reminded by any of us that his life could have been forfeited. He doesn’t need any of us to point out that particular thing to him because he was the one it happened to; he’ll very likely never forget that fall and, well, yeah. It’s his life and if I’m the one it had happened to, I wouldn’t have any real desire to be reminded of what had indeed happened. Not by outside parties.