[4:13 PM] LadyDeme: Dusk was settling in over the castle. It had been abuzz with people all through the day -- people who'd remained in town, people from the surrounding farmland, and so on. With requests. With needs. With praise. With thanks. With welcome homes. And, in a few cases, food... That had more or less been redistributed throughout the people in turn. But now a warm golden glow soaked through the windows, and down onto the mostly bare stone floor, its mosiac-patterns freshy scrubbed by eager hands and so it was a warm reflection, like standing in amongst the gold.
Even after all the bustle, the castle seemed emptier than it had before, and Delphine could step out from the great hall, her hand reaching up to stretch a wearied shoulder, and think herself alone for a moment. Her shoulder made a satisfying little pop, and she dropped the arm. A small sigh puffed out into the air of the corridor. For a second, she wasn't entirely sure where she wanted, or needed, to go next. Her mind went momentarily slack, having been running around in circles for most of the rest of the day. The corridor was silent, and faced a view of a small courtyard that, while trampled, at least was open to the air and the sweet autumn light, and she was glad of it. Delphine's hit the door behind her with a gentle thud as she leaned back against it, her braided coronet making a soft cushion for her head.
[4:14 PM] LadyDeme: She'd managed to talk Maurice and the new, new head maid (her name was Cornelia) out of an ornate ballgown for the occaison, reasoning that an authority that she had no interest in maintaining every day would not be an authority that would signal that all was well... But they'd agreed for what jewels the castle had been used to store as trophies for the Ethysian who occupied it, siezed from the territory (they were making a list of what could be returned and to whom, but some had been the castle's itself: Delphine wore her grandmother's earrings, a hairpin of her own, a necklace of her mother's... They were making a new signet ring for her. It was hard to say where her father's had been carried off to), and to a fine flowing gown that they'd managed to store in some out-of-the-way place.
"Ok, Delphi...What's next on the agenda for this evening?" Delphine muttered to herself with a sigh.
[5:46 PM] MCVII - The Whale: The noise of familiar, clunking foosteps slowly begins to echo into the hall. Through one doorway emerges Lorenzo, his holy blade's sheath casting a dim glow over him as he scans the room. Right... this is... certainly some part of the castle or another... gods, what I wouldn't give for a camp right now... With a heavy sigh, he leans back against the door he had just closed, his armor beginning to wear down on him. While his regular attire as an armor knight had eventually grown light on him, new weight on his shoulders required him to get used to everything again (and it was more than the extra armor providing the weight). He grips the Lysstrale's sheath, one hand pulling off his helmet. Gods...
I need to find a stand for this.(edited)
[6:49 PM] LadyDeme: Delphine looked up at the sound of the door opening, the warmer gold being thrown off by a cooler, faint glow added to the mix. At first, she might have assumed someone was coming to light a few candles. She didn't mind being seen in something of a tired position -- not when she'd earned that tiredness... But seeing bright yellow armor cheered her up a little, just a soft little smile, in spite of it all. She pushed herself off the wall and waved a little, not disguising the relieved sigh.
"Lorenzo. Have you been taking a tour, perhaps? I'm sorry it's not better to look at, when you've come all about across the continent and warzones to see it."
[7:13 PM] MCVII - The Whale: He jumps slightly at her voice, both hands flying to pull off his helmet and shake his head about. With his mind clouded in all sorts of ways, he had barely noticed Delphine against the wall--neglecting others, as he had often done--and her approach almost caused him to draw his blade. It was her voice that made him spooked, but soothed at the same time, happy to enjoy her presence, no matter in what circumstance. At her statement, he shakes his head insistently.
"Delphine...! An impromptu tour, yes. I had gotten a bit lost... but I do not mind its state. Though it's not as prettied up as I had seen it when I was younger, it is certainly better than any battlefield that we have passed through."
[7:53 PM] LadyDeme: She watced the franticness of his pulling off his helmet, his hair poofing back out once its pressue was relieved, with something almost like a soft, perhaps even concerned, smile. It seemed like he was having a hard time of it, and so she walked over to his side, to keep things moving apace.
"Amarana wasn't a battlefield that long ago... But it's safe right now, as much as anyplace in Junith might be." Which wasn't very, she had to admit. She stretched out her arms again, looking for the moment when the stretch became relief -- it never really came, but she accepted it with a breath out.
"I want the people here to feel that... And who knows? Maybe some of them are," she said, with a slight nod towards the weapon he'd decided to go walking around with. "What were you looking for?"
[10:04 AM] MCVII - The Whale: He tucks his helmet under an arm, giving a shrug. "Much better than a battle occurring presently, at least. And I would be happy to assist you in helping your city be safe--patrolling myself, if need be."
The general shrugs at the question, a tinge of redness springing to his cheeks. "Honestly... nothing really. I was first trying to examine the battlements, but then I got lost and tried to retrace my way back here."(edited)
[6:14 AM] LadyDeme: "Hm...Well, a patrol would certainly ease some loads here; we're massively undermanned." Though she couldn't help but weigh whether or not having another strange soldier marching through the street wouldn't be upsetting. Or, at least, less assuring than one would hope. But perhaps not again -- new guards would be needed, after all.
"Still interested in getting a look?"
She asked, gesturing down the hallway -- after all, she knew the way about as well as anyone, even if the battlements themselves had suffered badly from that final siege. She crossed her arms and reflected a little more.
"I'm not sure what to do for that, just yet...If I could find the time, it might be nice to provide something... Relieving, perhaps. I've been thinking about this for a while...Not just for Amarana."(edited)
[8:48 AM] MCVII - The Whale: He nods, taking a few steps to allow her to lead the way. "Certainly. I'll be right behind you.
He tilts his head slightly at her suggestion. The phrasing caused his mind to wander... though now was neither the time, nor the place; he felt a pang of sorrow as he thought this, as he had missed Delphine's face-reddening quips since they had started to move. "Of course. Had you any particular relief in mind?"
[10:09 AM] LadyDeme: "Hm.. I think I'll not let you get away so easily. I'd like to talk to someone I can see." she said with a smile teasing smile. She began walking again, beside him -- for just a little moment, her hand hesitating on the edge of his, before she looped her arm through, on the side opposite his helmet. If things were simpler... Well. All the same, she led him down the hall, looping down a curve that would lead. Occaisonally, someone would pass -- usually carrying something, and Delphine would use her free hand to wave, and they'd share a relieved smile. She'd seen everyone who needed seeing...
"Well, perhaps nothing grandiose, but... Something that could occupy children while their parents are busy, or a place where people could go to get away from the concerns of this world at the end of a long day... I suppose something like a festival, or a party, could also work. But I think that's part of what art's for, as well; in whichcase, mayhaps a play's the thing." She admitted it with a bit more excitement in her tone, as she started to imagine the possibilities.(edited)
[12:15 PM] MCVII - The Whale: He lets her take his arm, smiling lightly. "Mm. It appears there's no way to escape you, then." The knight gives each passerby a small nod, both arms occupied in some way or another.
He beams at her mention of a play. "A-ha, I had considered the same thing! There is nothing as quick to set up and still capable of encapturing one's mind as a play. We would have to recruit some workers for the stage, though... some people who weren't quite as touched by the warfare as others."
[5:01 PM] LadyDeme: "That's right; I'm absolutely inexorable," Delphine said with a happy nod. The turned. Delphine's walk had a bounce to it, simply wandering the halls again. She didn't exactly pull ahead, but a part of her could imagine her youunger running pell-mell across down the halls, and it wormed its way through her as they turned up the stairs of a small tower.
"Indeed. When the curtain is raised, the nature of reality itself is different; the heart of it is the same; between the two, I think there's something wonderful ... It's hard to find at this moment people not hard at work as it is -- though I'm sure we could get a few aside, and perhaps not build a stage, but transform a space that already exists," Delphine tapped her finger to her chin, planning up ahead with a gleaming smile. "And we'd need a show -- we have little time, so we'd want to pick something fairly easy to put on."
[5:01 PM] MCVII - The Whale: He nods, listening intently to her, still attempting to slow down a bit as if the other's walking was a bit much for her. "Yes, certainly... you've certainly narrowed down some options, I wager? You've been thinking about this for a long time, you said."
[5:51 PM] LadyDeme: She for a moment, slowed down -- it was a little concern for him, since he was lost and in heavy armor... But when she looked at his face, she realized there probably wasn't anything to be concerned about, she resumed her pace, now actively tugging him forward with a fiendish smile.
"No, I didn't say I was thinking of putting on a show here for a while! I was thinking about... How to give the people, not just in Amarana, but in our army, something else for a time, something away from the war..." She slowed a little, as they rounded the final stair, stepping out onto the battlement. The air was cool with the early fall dusk, the light a softer, more faded gold than before, into a sky fading purple at the tip, and streaked in the edges with reds and golds. It was still very quiet. This section of the wall could be stood on, clearly, and the crenelations rose about to the waist. The defenses on the walls had been dismantled, though... And Someone had roped up a section closer to the gate that, while it stood, showed damage from siegework. In the distance, on this side, was the wounded city. Compared to before, the chimneys produced less smoke, and it was much like the sky above them -- the lights came out faint and scattered, at first.
"Something of a world we've yet to make -- something of our own selves... Just a little piece of a world we could come home to, like a warm hearth on a cold night, if only spotted from a distance through the snow. Well, I suppose that's a little arrogance on my part."
[5:53 PM] LadyDeme: She added, with a laugh. Delphine looked out across it eagerly and eyed the gaps in the lines of rooves -- not just the new gaps, but the original ones. She pointed one out with her spare hand.
"That said, I think in terms of locale... I think using the castle's resources might be best. While this is not something I'm doing as countess, but as a person... I also think it'd be a good way to get some fairly reliable resources, and to make this place feel more accessable to the people. Though that reasoning might be a little self-serving. Otherwise, we might consider doing a theatre-in-the-round in a major square or the like, if we wanted something easier."
[10:22 AM] MCVII - The Whale: He nods, taking a moment, breaking off from her and setting his helmet down. The knight leans on one of the crenellations with a sigh, staring out to the sun. For how long have I been unable to see the Celestial Siblings' grace...? "Certainly. A good production to keep everyone happy as we continue to keep movements up..." He smiles slightly, staring out to the house she pointed out. "Yes, finding some stage in the castle would be more beneficial. I don't quite enjoy doing a theatre-in-the-round, it's much more difficult."
[12:42 PM] LadyDeme: She nodded, keeping her eyes out across the city.
"That is true; very well, then. While I've always wanted to repurpose some space for such a thing, I think one of the ballrooms would be best-suited; the space is good, and features something of a small stage for entertainments that can be used with fairly little fuss." She wondered exactly at what point he'd decided that he should be involved beyond this planning -- but then again, it was the natural jump, and it brought a faint smile to her face. After all... One of the people she wanted to reconnect to something to come home to was, undoubtedly, Lorenzo. She leaned against one of the crenelations, a soft breeze stirring.
"So, then, it comes down to a matter of picking a show. I think that things without complicated deus ex machina would be ideal, which does rule out The Storm, as much as I think its tone might suit. Do you have a favorite that might be easily put-on, Lorenzo?"(edited)
[1:16 PM] MCVII - The Whale: He shrugs, stroking his chin, considering all the possibilities. "Hrm... I do love Odias..." He frowns. "...though... I remember Theseus Andronikae being a favorite of mine long ago, but... now my view of it is much skewed." While he had enjoyed how the play showed that even ancestors praised as glorious were barbaric, the violent matters, especially careless murder of the great general's children, began to trouble him.
"Either way, I don't think we can put on a tragedy during a time like this, and my mind only dwells on them. What do you think?"(edited)
[4:46 PM] LadyDeme: Delphine nodded thoughtfully -- both classics, though wildly out of theme. There were a number of historical plays, and she had a fondness for semi-historical plays. She wouldn't deny her interest in one day seeing echoes of herself performed, and how they'd change when she was dead. There was at least one play that jumped to mind for tone, but she loathed its treatment of certain characters...
"What about The Charming of the Lake? It's got some pastoral and uplifting love-and-faith themes, some really lovely romantic speeches, it's mostly on boats so there's few set pieces, and some good dirty jokes."
The dirty jokes were, in her experience, many people's favorite parts of these things, and essential when sweeping for a wide audience. People who cared little for poetry or faith would be amused by the scene with the rocking Rowboat in act 2, at the very least.
[5:41 PM] MCVII - The Whale: He nods slowly. "Ahhh, yes... a fond tale, though a bit outside of my memory. You'll have to show me it once we get it all in motion, but I do believe that is exactly the production we need!"
The knight pushes off the crenellation--his arm brushing against his helmet. "Aack--shit!" He almost dives off the wall in an attempt to grab onto it, then clutches the armor against his chestpiece.
"Phew... ah, but, yes, certainly. A more fitting production, I couldn't name--and I'm sure some of us will be happy to be only watching people speak on boats, instead of being on them!" The knight offers a small chuckle--the sailing across the Sacred Lake may have taken its toll on him. "And I am even more sure that some among us will be happy to lend their services in one capacity or another. It goes without saying that I would." ...particularly the protagonist, or at least the captain.
[7:37 PM] LadyDeme: "It's always been a bit of a favorite. I've felt... That the parallels it tries to examine -- the similarity between love for the divine and love amongst humans, and what love demands...Has always struck me as dear to my heart...Especially in times like these."
She chuckled a little at his clutching his helmet to his chest, like a child that'd nearly wandered into the path of danger. For her own part, she pushed herself back and turned, at last looking away
"Naturally; I'd love to have your voice for Miel, if you're up to being the romantic hero. Your... physicality, as well. Though I don't intend to manage it completely through nepotism... But I think we can see if we can field an audition. I think I'll only have time for it for a few hours such as these..." She sighed. "I want to get as much done as I can."(edited)
[6:27 PM] MCVII - The Whale: He holds his helm under his arm again with a shrug. "Why, I am honored to be offered such a role. And am flattered at your compliments to my strength. You seem like a perfect Pilstia to me, personally, though I'm not sure all those frilly costumes would suit you, and you've a county to run anyway..."
Lorenzo takes a step toward her, gaze turned in her direction. "You know well that I'd be willing to help any way I can. And whether that's keeping the streets here safe, or talking with you up here, or doing anything to help with the play... doesn't matter to me."
[9:27 AM] LadyDeme: "Lorenzo, have you seen my warddrobe?" She swirled, letting her gown twirl out around her. The difference between it and the reccomended formal gown was not so much a question of quality, but austentatiousness and mobility. The silks attested to that as they spun out around her, and the sunset light glinted off jewels. She held a hand to her chest at the end of her spin, as if presenting herself... Then a grin split her face, and she moved along.
"I admit, I'm more of a draperies than a frills person... But I think while I'd want to try out, a semi-formal audition for the role would be best... As you say, I have a county to run."
As concerning as it was. She'd always thought she'd have more time to sort it all out -- but time waited for no one, and instead swept them all up in their own ends. She felt like the battlement itself a stage -- had anyone looked up, they'd have seen her looking briefly out across the city, playing the role they'd offered her: and maybe even, just now, she was becoming someone suited to perform it. That road, she could tell from there, needed repairs, and at a decent priority -- not first, because she'd already sorted out the first priority tasks, getting mills operational again... Though, should a few of the missing millers return, what would happen? Her brow furrowed slightly, mulling over what had turned into a complicated question in meetings earlier that day. Lorenzo's comment jolted her out of it, washing over her like cool lakewater. She met him with a warm, soft smile -- weighed a bit with those concerns, and more sweetly grateful for her help because of it. Her hand reached out and lightly brushed up against the slightly warm metal of his armor, having caught up all his own heat. She rested her hand on his arm, and nodded.
[9:27 AM] LadyDeme: "Thank you. I'm sure I'll find ways to busy your hands, so don't you worry about not being able to do enough." She was, though. But that was her job. "And I, for my part, don't intend to let them down...Or you, either."
[1:33 PM] MCVII - The Whale: Lorenzo allows the gesture, even taking a step further to allow her to better rest it. He peers into Delphine's eyes, a smile spread across his lips... and pauses, the moment seeming to have slown down to him. The very last of the sun was lazily drifting over the horizon, and she certainly did look rather nice, and her promises felt meaningful. It all began to... tug at him. In the way the spirits that haunted him did, but different. It was a peaceful pulling, an ecstatic one, the one that wanted him to make a rash decision--but these weren't the ghost's decisions, they were his, and they weren't rash decisions that would end his life like their viewing of him as the Knight during his dreams...
The general takes a moment to take a deep breath, a long sigh escaping. "And I would never dream of failing to accomplish those tasks, Delphine. If I do, may Ostus burn my form to cinders, and Equona hide my name from history in her twilight. 'I am your own forever'... though I say that without the deception of the original prose." Speaking of Odias... He had meant it as a proclamation of their bond--their time as friends during this cruel war strengthened it, and he would do his best to mend and protect it to his final day; and as his promise was to her, so was it to Amarana.
[8:55 PM] LadyDeme: Was that...?
The moment teetered there, with her hand on his arm, and him smiling at her -- and quoting, with all the sincerity he could muster, something so insincere. There was, she supposed, no particular meaning to the gesture, or to his encouraging it. It wasn't a hidden message, or quietly sent signal. And yet, however she looked at it... She could have stayed there, just like that, for a long time, listening to something that felt so earnest and warm , in the grain-scented air of her homeland.
But that second might have been as fleeting as it was long, and she was left to think of what to say, trying to read a statement that might have been meant daringly or plainly, romantically or platonically, but was precious either way. Poetry is unexpectedly inconvenient sometimes.
"A lovely oath, and then I'm left on a line meant to end a scene, too, so there's no automatic reply." She mock-pouted a little. Delphine's cheeks pushed up the edges of her eyes. Her voice had a roll to them, a half-submerged chuckle like a stream over stones. With her spare hand, she pushed a loose strand of hair that had come tumbling from a tenuous place on her coronet back behind her flushed ear.
"But even without invoking the gods, I'm sure of the strength of your promise -- it's one born of your heart, after all, and of your nature. Each heart is a world, I think I once said to you -- and I've spent a while with yours. And it is... One I love for its stoutness in the face of deepest terrors, and for the faithfulness to its cause in the face of what seems like certain doom... So I know you'd never imagine it. And I, for one... Am brightened by having you, for as long as forever can last."(edited)
[2:33 PM] MCVII - The Whale: He chuckles, giving a small nod, taking the moment and tossing it aside as fast as it arrives. The knight gives Delphine a small nod, and a shrug. "You flatter me with your compliments... we've talked enough about trying to work on the play--we musn't any longer, or else we might play when there's work. Perhaps we might head out now, and we can draw up a list of what I could do for you--besides the brightening bit, for I do that already." It was a bit of a jest, and a clumsily-handled jest at that, but he delivered it nonetheless. The talks had given Lorenzo a new energy, something to pull his attention from the sword at his belt.
[1:23 PM] LadyDeme: Delphine's shoulder sink, aware that whatever that had been, things had passed. Perhaps she'd misread. Or perhaps, had she been bolder -- had she paused... She might have found something different. But perhaps not. The tension went out of the moment like air from a balloon, and in some ways, it was a relief. After all...Whatever he'd meant, he'd meant it, and she for her own part, she was glad to see the little change in his posture from when they'd started. She smiled and turned that touch of his arm to once again walking along with him back down.
"Naturally -- I do intend the brightest of lighteners, for which your sun and moon oaths serve well. There's also the matter of dinner, and a few things I needed to look over after that -- if I argue that men can't live on bread alone, a lady cannot subsist soley on hyacinths. Now, as for things that I could use a hand with..." The conversation drifted as they walked back towards the main body of the castle, as they'd come.(edited)
[3:05 PM] LadyDeme: Time passed. By the day, Lorenzo patrolled, or did odd-jobs, or scooped up people in the midst of property disputes and dragged them to the authorities. As people returned, there were some of those. He might have been a slightly worrisome sight at first: while Floribian, he was still a soldier from outside Amarana. But the sight of him among the local guards began to put people at ease, in the end.
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Auditions were held -- well, more or less. A number of slightly bemused, slightly enthused castle staff and now suddenly-in-work theatre owners were called in to help, and for the most part, Delphine taking a role other than the romantic lead (or, it could have been argued, the goddess who acts as frame and observer: it was a matter of debate) was more or less out of the question. Out of pride and amusement, perhaps, more than anything else. If Lorenzo found himself, perhaps, under some scrutiny in light of that choice (and, in light of Maurice quietly staring him down), well, he tried to act forcibly nonchalant. The rest of the cast was dutifully outlined.
===
Delphine's court was, for the most part, a mobile one, wandering the city and countryside for the day, overseeing this or that piece or reconstruction, this allocation of resources, the state of what had been her father's deerpark and was, for the time being at minimum, a somewhat supervised public wood to get some extta food from. Often, it made her a little difficult to find. She was reluctant to sit still, after that first day, though. And along the way, she'd tell people what she was working on besides this. Sometimes, it bothered people -- but many simply shrugged. The Young Mistress would surely put on something amusing, if nothing else. She attended a lot of meetings, and tried to reach out to some merchants, though many wanted nothing to do with Floribar for the moment being. She couldn't blame them.
[3:05 PM] LadyDeme: ===
The ballroom's stage became full of false ships and fabric waves. Rehearsals went well, even if Lorenzo ended up surprised (and completely red in the face) when the fact of the swimming scene came up (Delphine's grin was only a tiny bit cunning, even if she did chuckle.) -- and anyway, at the end of the mad back-and-forth chase across the way, it was the clown and not Miel who ended up without his clothes, in spite of the nymphs' best efforts.
===
The book's pages seemed infinite. The Mirrors for Princes genre seemed an inescapable wall... But when she wasn't reading semi-allegorical lessons on statecraft, it would be another look over what the repairs needed for Front Street would look like, and how that might effect the budget. The candle guttered low; Delphine had been forgetting to thank whoever kept replacing them. Midnight had been a while ago. But this page wouldn't flip itself. Delphine let loose a yawn, and kept reading on...
She wasn't sure exactly when one of the older maids, who'd been expecting, well, not this, but this moment, for years, gently placed a blanket around her shoulders as she slumped, nodding, over a book.
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Opening night grew closer. Out in the streets, it was become a little buzz. People were looking forward to it, the work of the day made a little bit softer with something to look forward to. Delphine's old music instructor was drafted to help with accompaniment. Costumes were paid for, when they weren't made out of old bits of wardrobe. (Delphine had lingered, for a time, stared through a trunk of her father's clothing, which had been thrown from his wardrobe, and pushed somewhere to back storage, during the time. Funny how things turned up.)
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[3:06 PM] LadyDeme: And then, opening night. The castle was opened up for a celebration -- of all of Floribar's heroes, and its future. Music played. Margie had come back to the kitchens under Mama C's demands, to help cope with the needs of the occaison. Just for one night. The audience was packed -- a few seated, many more standing. No prices had been made for tickets for commoners, at least, but Maurice had charged himself with making sure people didn't stampede each other or wander off.
Delphine's heart was pounding the whole way through. There'd been an expected little flub, here and there, but nothing that the audience would have caught. Laughs had gone through at just the right time. Delphine's costume was a train of frills, reflecting the sheltered, air-cool nature of Pilstia. Lorenzo was suitably bombastic for Miel, owning the stage and a few wolf-whistles from the audience. and the two essentially chased each other across the stage at arm's lengths, while Mouna pondered what it was . The bathing costume scene from Act 1 and the Rowboat scene from act 2 were both performed.
"In holy water's mirror mine own face
show'd true to me, a maiden cast from love --
unmasked, I see a weak and faithless heart,
that may seem sweet -- if glanc'd only afar.
So far, so far I stay. The shore's a haven
of dead and doomed shadows unfit for life
and all it's joys; I rushed for shore, for shade."
It was somewhere in act 3, during the grand confession, that she had a moment to consider.That tense and tender little moment on the battlements, which was as heart-pounding as this -- did she need that clarity, or didn't she? Would it do any good now? Well, perhaps. And then there was, of course, the question -- whether this, any of it, would have reminded anyone of something that would make it worth it: was this the self-centered folly of a lady more invested in beauty than in rule, as they'd always suspected? Could it be seen that way, were it not?
[3:06 PM] LadyDeme: Lorenzo stood across from her, his -- or, perhaps, Miel's -- hand offered. All eyes were on her. They had been for a while, now... And would be, here, at least, for a long time yet. Oh, to hell with it.
"That wind did halt around thy ship, for sure.
Thine eyes a water more divine, a mirror
that shows transformed, a vision scarce imagined.
Tis love that love demands, a worth for worth:
By troth, I give which truth allows to you.
Only let me in thine eyes' mirrors rest!
Oh would that shore not steal my second life."
The rest of the show passed in a blur, until a wave of applause rose up to the edges of those one-sided boats. The crowd burst out with meaningless noise. A few globe amarnths were tossed out onto the stage as they took their bows.
It wasn't much, in the big scheme of things -- even she had to help with the clean-up, and listen to Maurice's concerns of security and the fuss it had kicked up. Delphine leaned back against the wall, listening to people filing out in the dark.
"After the war, maybe we'll do this again."
"...Hmm. I suppose if it's The Young Mistress's wishes."
[3:06 PM] LadyDeme: == RP End ==
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