Harlequin Journeyman

Joined: 07 Feb 2010 Posts: 140
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Posted: Fri Mar 26, 2010 2:50 pm Post subject: A Pied Crow Circles Over Umbra in Search of Drayek |
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Harlequin lay on her back in the seat of a chair, her legs crossed over the back of the chair. Her head hung upside-down off the front of the seat, beset with a black and white painted mask that bore a queer, smirking, yet emotionless visage. Her dark hair cascaded in careless waves to the floor. She tossed an apple from one hand to the other, over and over, as she deliberated her current situation.
How could she get into Gray’s graces? What do you give a boy who’s twelve, going on thirty? She paused tossing the apple for a moment and cocked her head, then jumped up and flitted to the table. She pulled up the delicately painted mask to rest atop her head, the ribbons curling and trailing down over her ears as she took out a piece of parchment and a quill to write.
Estimable Drayek.
Please allow me to introduce myself. My name is Quinn Morgan. I have taken quite a fond interest in the art of tecnnomancy of late, and as such I have been informed that you are quite the expert in that particular field of study. I apologize, as I have little to no experience in the subject, and my needs are menial at best. But if you would consider meeting with me to discuss a project, I would be most honoured and humbled by your assistance. I would repay you however you wish, as long as it is within my ability to do so. My schedule is flexible, and I will meet with you wherever you wish, at your leisure.
Please feel free to send your response by way of my pet, Ansel. He is quite reliable. Until that time, I will remain…
Your Humble Admirer,
Quinn Morgan
She rolled the scroll tightly and sealed it with gold-flecked wax, imprinting it with a stamp that molded the wax into the shape of a harlequin’s mask. Then she fastened the scroll to the pied crow’s leg and whispered instructions before releasing him from her cabin door and watching him fly off in the direction of Umbra. _________________ Why should the world be over-wise,
In counting all our tears and sighs?
Nay, let them only see us, while
We wear the mask.
~Paul Laurence Dunbar |
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