Welcome to Taliana’s Garden Party! The fourth installment of Taliana’s Adventures.
Her parent’s had taken care of nearly all the arrangements.
“It’s been quite the year for you,” her mother has simply said as she set a framework of threads for the event. Taliana would have to do the detail work, particularly in this case. Since she had spent the past few months studying and researching just what needed to be done, and because she was the Keeper of the Threads, it fell to her.
Her father had winked at her while he directed the decorating of the garden, “Hopefully you can have fun, relax and enjoy a little.”
Relax a little.
That was easy enough for him to say — he wasn’t undertaking the transition of an entire world, for the first time in generations. Birthing a world, someone had called it. Of course, they had only been speaking in the theoretical… as far as her research had shown there had only been one person who had actually done such a thing. Why did she have to be the next?
Taliana shook the grumbles from her head. This was supposed to be a party and it would be a lovely party. She wouldn’t pretend that it would all go smoothly — the year had shown her that such things were highly unlikely, but perhaps at least they wouldn’t go too… un-smoothly?
At least this time she knew what she was doing, or had a better idea of what she was doing at least. There had been time to plan and organize, to research what she could — though Great-Great-Great-Great Grandfather Taelred’s journals had been spectacularly vague when it came to what he had actually done the last time a world transitioned from being between the pages of books to existing in the web of threads.
The day of the garden party was perfect, of course. Warm without being hot, a gentle breeze stirring the air from time to time, the sky a shimmering blue with light fluffy clouds floating by – they couldn’t have created a better day if they tried. And Taliana wouldn’t have put it past her parents to try. Retirement had settled well on them both, but they seemed to bore easily with the “relaxing” life.
Taliana paused on the deck of the house, looking over the celebrations happening closest to the house. Unlike her previous parties, this one included children and they ran through the crowd shouting and laughing while the adults mingled about. With a deep breath Taliana started down the steps, she could see the Thread of Evegran winding it’s way through, playing and dancing among her friends. Today she needed to just watch it. Follow it, and hope that no major snags and threads began to pull at it.
For a while she was able to relax into the party. Her friends, apparently now used to her being in a distracted state, brought her into conversations easily, not expecting much from her in return. Everything seemed to be going fine and Taliana began to settle. Maybe it would work as planned, maybe Evegran would find its place among the threads without aid. Maybe…
It started as a slight glow that looked unusual. She tried to ignore it at first, the world had to find it’s own connections after all. But as she stood laughing with Mariska and Tyler she could see it pulling strangely. Then it did what she had never seen before, darting through the air, narrowly missing Lord Milsworth (who was completely unaware that the threads that tied the world’s together nearly impaired him).
“Excuse me,” Taliana barely remembered her manners as she hurried from the conversation. The thread continued its mad dash across the garden as she tried to catch up with it. A few guests made faces of confusion — some of disdain — as she passed. A few got out of her way, and there was a close encounter with one. But she ignored it all, hurrying after the thread as it careened its way down one of the many garden paths.