Sharp Wit for a Dull World!
Yuck
I can't get my head around anything nowdays. I missed last week. I've stalled on learning how to program, although maybe I can energize my brain enough to get back into that. I'd hate not to finish that particular project. Understanding makes me all warm and fuzzy.
I've got absolutely nothing today. Really goddamned distressing.
The name "Exaulte" is a placeholder.
"It's worse than we feared, my lor-!" She cursed as the page bandaging her hands slipped, tearing open some the burned flesh. She snapped her jaw shut with an audible "click" as the boy cowered. The reminder of her viciously pointed teeth only served to alarm him further.
"Go ahead and take care of the clothing, Kith." Exaulte's voice was gentle, and he gave his page a gentle shove toward a pile of torn, burnt, and bloodied rags. The boy gathered them up eagerly and dashed from the tent without so much as a glance back. Exaulte took up the bandages, and knelt before Lilinara, shaking his head. "You shouldn't scare him like that, Lily."
"I'm so terribly sorry, my lord. I can see how impolite language might terrify someone who has been chosen to serve his master on the field of battle." The words came out as a snarl, but Exaulte only chuckled.
"Remember to whom you are speaking, Lilinara. Besides, we don't know yet that a peaceful resolution cannot be reached." He tied off the bandages neatly, and rose, re-taking his velvet-cushioned seat. "Do we?"
"You're absolutely correct, my lord. The attempt to have me burned alive was nothing more than a misstep in the traditional game of diplomatic cat and mouse." Lilinara sighed, and ran a bandaged hand over the curve of her scalp. "Exaulte, we came to them openly as emissaries of the crown, and were not greeted by howling mobs. We were treated politely by people behaving just a little bit strangely, right up until the point where we were poisoned. This means that this little "disturbance" is organized and saturated, has effective leadership, acts under the nose of your liegeman, and has access to a poison that will work on me."
"Or it means that a skilled poisoner acting alone set events in motion that villified you before a misguided populace." Exaulte pointed out, leaning back in his cushioned throne. "
I've got absolutely nothing today. Really goddamned distressing.
The name "Exaulte" is a placeholder.
"It's worse than we feared, my lor-!" She cursed as the page bandaging her hands slipped, tearing open some the burned flesh. She snapped her jaw shut with an audible "click" as the boy cowered. The reminder of her viciously pointed teeth only served to alarm him further.
"Go ahead and take care of the clothing, Kith." Exaulte's voice was gentle, and he gave his page a gentle shove toward a pile of torn, burnt, and bloodied rags. The boy gathered them up eagerly and dashed from the tent without so much as a glance back. Exaulte took up the bandages, and knelt before Lilinara, shaking his head. "You shouldn't scare him like that, Lily."
"I'm so terribly sorry, my lord. I can see how impolite language might terrify someone who has been chosen to serve his master on the field of battle." The words came out as a snarl, but Exaulte only chuckled.
"Remember to whom you are speaking, Lilinara. Besides, we don't know yet that a peaceful resolution cannot be reached." He tied off the bandages neatly, and rose, re-taking his velvet-cushioned seat. "Do we?"
"You're absolutely correct, my lord. The attempt to have me burned alive was nothing more than a misstep in the traditional game of diplomatic cat and mouse." Lilinara sighed, and ran a bandaged hand over the curve of her scalp. "Exaulte, we came to them openly as emissaries of the crown, and were not greeted by howling mobs. We were treated politely by people behaving just a little bit strangely, right up until the point where we were poisoned. This means that this little "disturbance" is organized and saturated, has effective leadership, acts under the nose of your liegeman, and has access to a poison that will work on me."
"Or it means that a skilled poisoner acting alone set events in motion that villified you before a misguided populace." Exaulte pointed out, leaning back in his cushioned throne. "
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Comment by Hunin on September 20, 2008 at 9:21am -
The intrigue grows intriguing quite intriguingly!
This reminds me of reading a newspaper comic strip in that I can see each paragraph (roughly) as a panel (roughly).
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