Private Message to Aurora Sinistra

[alt_poppy]

Have been thinking of you all day, dear.

I hope that today's proceedings were a step towards clearing whatever confusion seized Fulton et al on Saturday.

I've taken the liberty of asking an elf to deliver a small pot of peppermint balm to your rooms. Don't be alarmed when you see it there: I promise that it has not been hexed or snared.

Do let me know if there is anything else I could provide. An ear, for instance.

Comments

[alt_sinistra]

I am very much trying to be sensible. I know I gave Raz rather a scare Saturday, and I'd like to avoid more of that for all sorts of reasons. And besides, panic would waste energy I'd prefer to use for other things. (Or so I keep telling myself when I'm tempted that direction.)

On the rest: thank you for the compliment, and I do rather hope that's the case. I'd only relatively basic notes with me yesterday, but they were clearly startled that we had such a clear process for official communication and so on.

I think my goal - until I get the specific lists - is to make sure all my files and notes are in crystal clear order, and comment on our usual practices, and why they're that way. And then respond to whatever specifics they come up with when I get them.

I've had a few letters with Diane and Chiron, in fact. And Chiron offered, up front, to help me prepare, as he's quite used to that sort of thing from the other side. (He's in Internal Affairs, as I think I mentioned.)

[alt_poppy]

I quite agree with all that. And your last paragraph raises another point in your favour: you've got good connections with people who can help you avoid being crushed in the machinery of bureaucracy, which sometimes turns for the sake of turning without regard to sense or principle.

I'm very glad your brother in law is offering to help; I imagine his insight into such processes will be invaluable.

[alt_sinistra]

I am very glad too.

And particularly glad that Diane and I worked out some of our difficulties. It's still a little hard to trust, after so many years of just rubbing each other the wrong way, but she's clearly trying hard to make amends.

And I've always rather liked Chiron: he can be stiff and unbending sometimes and we've never had much in common beyond a general fascination with patterns. But he loves her and adores his children, and there's a lot of good in that.

On the rest, quite. I wish I knew if it were personal or just the wheels turning, but I suppose that may become more clear in time.