“Rather splendidly if I do say so myself,” Lord Gazter says more cheerily than he previously was, although his mask had returned. Underneath the mask inescapable longing still held sway. “Although I have tragically written so very few pieces recently.” The heart’s desire is not something denied. “My work in assisting artists of many varieties inside Mahogany Hall and outside of it and time at court have taken a rather sizeable amount of my attention as of late.” Unforgotten passion burns brighter than before. “But the recent performances have been wonderful as of late.” Dreams and hopes and desires… “One of my older pieces has had a few recent performances to the acclaim of many.” That name still in the forefront of his thoughts… “Would you and your charming wife be interested in attending one such performance?” Eglantine.
“Of course.” Dirae Erinyes offers a clasped hand over Lord Gazter’s own. “Tell me all about it.” It’s hard to read those green glass eyes, but one could see understanding. Even if the name is lost in the faceted glass. “It’s best to throw yourself in these sorts of projects.” Evensong eyes go back to watching the crowd. Her heart as only belonged to one. “Plays are better than the court,” she remarks.
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Lord Gazter begins to summarize the basic aspects of the story and the inspirations behind it. His mind still focussed on those thoughts. The festivities continue and the melodies still play. Eventually Lord Gazter says his goodbyes to Dirae and Eversong, and makes his way back into the crowds and their merryment. Maybe he could find some respite from this longing in Mutton Island’s crowds of revelers.