Eglantine-Fox
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8/16/2016
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Eglantine is dancing, cheeks pink with delight, laughing merrily. They are bedecked with flowers - real flowers! - of many colours, garland upon garland about their neck, their head, their waist, their arms and legs...
They've been to Mutton Island before, but never during a festival. All hints of sinister secrets can be forgotten for a time, lost beneath the joys of good food and drink, music and laughter, and real, honest flowers and trees. The glint of moonish light far above could be a true starry sky, when the breeze is blowing and the scent of salt is in the air. This could almost be a surface night, and they could almost forget that they are unable to see such nights again.
So what if the island is strange? So what if everything has changed? Something is familiar again, and it's so precious they could weep.
And in this riotous celebration, they needn't feel alone.
Melancholy thoughts fleeing, Eglantine laughs louder, and joins in with a band of zailors as they sing. Their voice rises clear and happy in the smoke-scented air, ringing out joyfully.
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Eglantine Fox, the charming and androgynous Correspondent, teetering between hobbies of seduction and self-destruction.
Siobhan O'Malley, Irish patriot (or 'bl__dy Fenian' if you're impolite).
Isidore Day, an up-and-coming London gentleman. All allegations of wrongdoing are categorically denied.
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Eglantine-Fox
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8/16/2016
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Eglantine gives Gazter an almost pitying look. "Your mother?" They shake their head in disbelief. "That's a... moderately unnerving comparison to make." There's a tiny, mostly-stifled snort of laughter. "I'm sorry, I'm sure she was wonderful, but comparing your lovers to her isn't going to advance your reputation for charm."
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Eglantine Fox, the charming and androgynous Correspondent, teetering between hobbies of seduction and self-destruction.
Siobhan O'Malley, Irish patriot (or 'bl__dy Fenian' if you're impolite).
Isidore Day, an up-and-coming London gentleman. All allegations of wrongdoing are categorically denied.
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Eglantine-Fox
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8/16/2016
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"There were plenty of rats that could talk on the surface," Eglantine disagrees mildly. "They just... looked more human."
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Eglantine Fox, the charming and androgynous Correspondent, teetering between hobbies of seduction and self-destruction.
Siobhan O'Malley, Irish patriot (or 'bl__dy Fenian' if you're impolite).
Isidore Day, an up-and-coming London gentleman. All allegations of wrongdoing are categorically denied.
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Appolonia
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8/24/2016
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Appolonia nods, looking at Eglantine thoughtfully. "Their songs are so compelling. Beautiful. And yes, a sense of peace sometimes, but also sometimes of longing. A peace from physical pain, but not I think from every pain of the heart."
"Or maybe you have the right of it. Maybe the longings of the heart ease as they sink deeper to the floor of the ocean. Maybe there is a great peace there. A peace entire. And it is only as they approach the beach or the surface of the water that they remember to hurt. I had not considered that."
She turns back to Absimiliard.
"That is more than I knew about the Fathom-King. Interesting. So, she might have loved him very much, as much as he loves her, if Love were not forbidden to her kind. Perhaps she does in deep secret. Or wants to and will again some day. Theirs is surely then one of the stories for the Bazaar's Crimson Book. A love that is forbidden."
"Maybe it is her influence - the fluke bride - who creates an aura around her at the deepest depths in which Love is not felt, denied to her and to those around her. And that is why they sing of a peace that is entire. And the Fathom-King too is at peace by her side, but remembers how powerfully he loves her when they are apart."
"Their story would make a wonderful opera. Whether any of that is true, or it is just speculation."
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Lord Gazter
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8/16/2016
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Lord Gazter looks sheepishly at Eglantine for a moment. "I'm sorry my dear Eglantine. I don't know what came over me. It must of been the wine." Lord Gazter chuckles and tries to regain his composure.
edited by Lord Gazter on 8/16/2016
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