Session
54
Day 2
Ah! Molly's a fine one! She has dark hair, which is nice, and she
actually resisted me! This is a novelty. I begin to suspect that the
manner in which these land borns cover themselves tells more of their
mores than of the cold. The clothing is not only a nuisance, and
unaesthetic to boot, but now I have evidence that it actually weighs on
their poor brains. Or their other precious parts. Now granted, the castle
has fallen, and they are dressed to the gills in attire which was drab
even before it was covered with the dust of the ages, but I have never
before seen so many people in such desperate need of a lay. The shocking
thing is that they don't even seem to notice. Why there I was, the only
one with a smile as I poured out dusty soup for the workers. You'd think
that I was the only one who saw the positive side. Certainly, it was cold
and dusty, and these pants and shirts, and yes even boots, bind in
remarkably unpleasant ways, but still I found it all so uplifting. There
I was, surrounded by beautiful people who were really putting forth some
effort. One could have hoped that they'd be somewhat less lethargic in
their nobility. But they're all too busy watching barbarians' jaws swell
up to quite see this as the grand, unifying gesture that it is. At least
this Gérard appears to be in the proper spirit, apparently taking
great pleasure in his tireless labor. I am sadly ill formed for such
contributions, but I like to think that I am spreading cheer and good will
one young lady at a time. In less pleasant developments, Queen Vialle is,
I fear, lapsing into despair as her husband and the Crown Prince remain
among the missing. I would have consoled her to my best, but I was
virtually crowded from her presence by the boorish press of my cousins,
nor did I think it wise to justify my presence, as surely Mother would not
approve. I believe that I pacified them with the espionage angle, but I
would not wish to give them more opportunity to discover this false
pretense. Cousin Martin has helped considerably, although he does not
behave as courteously towards me as I believe he has done. Llewella's
behavior is the most confusing for me. She is not angry at the position
into which I've stumbled, and indeed it is under her direction that I
remain above water. I do not understand her motives, but I do not suppose
that it is necessary that I do so. All of which I am certain is that I
need some more water quickly. I believe that my duties of friendship have
left me quite parched. Where is my cousin when I need him?
"Outrageous Fortune"
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