14th Ymiden, 721
Their twins, born in the most bizarre set of circumstances would be four in Zi'da. Rose - their older sister - was reading in her room and they had just finished the bath-then-bed routine for the twins. Faith looked at Padraig and she smiled at him. They needed to talk further, she knew. Just yesterday, two unexpected visitors had turned up at the house and it had upset her in a way which rather surprised her. So, they had made a rather intense and - in typical form for them - extreme decision.
So much so that they'd both agreed to sleep on it.
So, they made their way out on to the small balcony outside their bedroom and Faith curled up on 'her' chair there, pulling her knees up as she did. Looking at him, she smiled and then spoke. "You remember when I lost my memories, in Rharne?" It had been a difficult time, no doubting it. "I think it started then, for me. I'm tired, Padraig." Pressing her hands together, Faith pushed the pads of her fingers against each other until they turned white. "They came to our home. Just, casually and without invitation, came to our home." Shaking her head, silver eyes turned to the view - to the water and the island beyond it. "Even here, when there's a cable car and a million steps and this is the most inaccessible loaf of bread you've ever bought," she smiled as she recalled the circumstances of him popping out for some bread and coming back having bought this house. "People seem to think that I'm theirs, just there on demand and if they need help then they can come to me first before they do anything themselves." Her lips tightened. "I still think it's the right thing to do. It's something we've talked about before, more than once. Things always just got in the way, but I feel that it's time to commit."
Many times before they had talked about setting up a retreat of sorts, a place where scholars and researchers could go - a place for ethical, transparent, dedicated science. Not the snobbery of academia or the restrictions of working to a university agenda. Not fashionable science, not mundane science, but cutting edge science and research. Stargazing and medicine, innovation and imagination. After Woe and Natalia's visit yesterday, Faith had expressed her frustration and he'd raised it again.
And now seemed like the right time.
"That land, outside Volta, that would work I think? The place itself is intensely interesting and it's far enough away. There's a mountain for an observatory, there's space for growth. It's a fascinating place and I think it could be ideal. But," always thinking, always ticking over. Faith's mind inevitably went to covering all her bases. "This will attract three types of unconventional scientists," She sighed slightly as she said it, because she considered it to be an important, but rather sad point. "It will attract unconventional scientists who are ethically sound. Unconventional scientists who are not ethically sound and, finally," her slight hand movements were more telling than a shrug. "It will attract unconventional scientists who are beyond 'not ethically sound' and into 'downright nutter' or worse 'I'm an evil overlord'." They'd both met all the types, after all.
"So, I think we need to be clear about what the ethical and moral boundaries of this place are. I have no intention of creating another situation like we had in the Spire where people were excluded from knowledge because they were healers, not 'proper scientists', or because they were married to the handsome Professor Augustin," that woman in the Spire had really irritated Faith, but of course, she had been polite. "But we're going to have to set a very clear ethos and make sure that it's a community one."
With a slight twitch of her lips Faith considered some of the people they'd met. "I refuse to create - or encourage - another Alexander and his laboratory of people-experimentation. So, that leads to an important question," she said, reaching over and grabbing some parchment from the small box at her side. "Who are we inviting, and how are we making sure that this doesn't become Grim McDungeon's Grim Dungeon of Grim Doom?"
She grinned, suddenly. "We shouldn't call it that, either." It wasn't likely that the name of the place would make a difference, but it might.