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[Fallon] As the Rainbow's Raiment to Touch

Postby Philomena on April 7th, 2013, 3:20 am

9th Summer 511AV
The Lightshow Theater
Just Before the Midnight Performance
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The Summer was heavy-handed and moist, and the crowd in the galleries sweat profusely. This was opening night, and the midnight showing - the least expensive, and therefore, in Minnie's opinion, the one to attract the best crowd, for the Afternoon showing tended to bring in the elite, those who wished to be seen as much as to see, the Evening Show was fine, but attracted as often as not, the petit-bourgeoisie, families, ship's officers, people who wanted a quiet, enjoyable evening. The midnight showing? This was a mixture of street draggle out for a night on town, half-drunken students, fully drunken sailors, cadgers, grifters, and artistes. Those who revelled in the shadow, felt no concern for getting up the next morning, and knew the worth of saving 4 silvers. The first crowd clapped, either way. The second applauded or frowned, depending on the performance. Midnight's children roared to wake the neighbors, or hooted, hissed, and somehow found themselves in possession of heaps of sun-rotten kelp for throwing. Minnie, in her youth, had half suspected fellows threaded through the crowd selling the stuff if a performance turned sour.

There was unlikely to be a sour performance tonight though, and the crowd fairly strained at the hawsers, stomping feet in time, and chanting the names of favorite performers, mixed with great hawking, often lewd shouts to the prettier performers, male and female. Minnie, tiny, and experienced in the ways of the Lightshow - she had been attending regularly since the day it opened - had squirmed her way to the front. This was an old-fashioned tonight, a formalist concert of the old style, with high stage built, high enough that Minnie could nearly rest her tiny chin atop it, and that a misstep from an actress would kick either Minnie's tooth out or her hat off. So the crowd pressed and rolled around her, pressing her almost breathlessly against the wood bulwark, her face warm from the flame of the footlights.

Tonight was, as mentioned, the opening night, a revival of Khirelly's "Wright in Abura," a cycle she had originally composed as a poem, then later, with the help of her lover, set to music. It had, in fact, been one of the first performances of the Lightshow, and had helped to make Agnes Fotheringhay's reputation as the premier diva of the city. The Akvatari's duet, between Kenabelle and the Woodcarver was one of the best known melodies of the last 50 years, so pervasive one heard the theme trilled along by the fiddlers on the capstans of Zeltivan ships, or parodied by the students in the University beer-haunts.

Minnie herself clutched her satchel tight to her and stared across the footlights, her eyes burning as brightly as the footlight before her. She watched the entrance - the left rear entrance, for this was a repertoire piece, she'd seen enough times over the years, she knew just what to expect each moment.

//First the Dockworker enters through the rear, and sings the song-of-the-coming-ship, and then, Agnes will appear from the left, and the Akvatari Woodcarver will come from the rear entrance...//

The crowd heard the doors shout, and the chanting began up again, "Snuff the lights! Snuff the lights! Snuff the lights!"

The body of them pressed forward, three burly students pushing up against Minnie's spot, hard. She closed her eyes, and braced her elbows in a practiced way against the framing.
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[Fallon] As the Rainbow's Raiment to Touch

Postby Fallon on April 9th, 2013, 11:48 am

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It was the first time Fallon had ever been to the theatre, and would no doubt become an event to be ever held onto in her mind. Never before had she been wedged in between the crowd of onlookers. Never before had she listened to the buzz of voices in such close quarters. Fallon had squeezed her way between the people after paying her way in, her armour having been discarded for a change along with her bag. If it was not for the coat that hung open on her, or the Kukri that remained tucked out of sight beneath it. She still seemed an unusual sight for wearing a coat in the summer, even if it was at night she still received a few perplexed glances from others. For the most part though she simply ignored them. Her reason for attending though was due to the words of the librarian in the city. She had only been alerted due to her attending the literature course and through that bit of knowing Fallon brought herself to look deeper into it.

It was, as far as she knew, originally a poem based off Captain Wright’s time in Abura. Anything else was little more than a mystery if it could not be found in the book of Circumnavigation. Fallon’s eyes turned up to the lights as she slipped her way between the people and made her way to the front for a clearer view, her eyes taking in all as she did. Bare hands touched all they could, her mind exploring and feeling its way around the place as the chanting began. Fallon quickened her step as she pushed her way forward, stumbling over feet and those that got in her way. Pressed shoulder to shoulder, she felt herself being crammed in to the point she felt almost claustrophobic. She felt her hands grab at her arms, shrinking down her size as she finally reached the front. The shouts had reached its loudest here, and it was where Fallon had managed to trap herself between the crowd and the stage.

It is time! her mind shouted as a sense of excitement took hold of her. She watched the theatre descend into darkness as the lights went out and a wave of silence grasped on the audience. Fallon peered over the edge of the stage as the performers began to organise themselves back stage. She braced herself as the sound of one of them entered, the voice cutting through the air as the performance begun. Heads turned and watched in awe as the speaker made his way onto the stage.
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[Fallon] As the Rainbow's Raiment to Touch

Postby Philomena on April 10th, 2013, 12:52 pm

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And then, sure enough, the dockworker entered, the orchestra pulled up a high, soft wail, a bell ringing over the top of the music - a pure fabrication that, for the harbor bell of the Akvatari was, according to Minnie's research, rung only in festival times, or coming storms, never as a sign of a coming ship. Minnie did not mind this - this was poetry. This was written by an artist, someone who was not, like her, bound by the convention of fact. And Minnie shuddered soft. Old Khirelly was alive still, after all. She might be in this very theatre, this very evening. Minnie went up on her toes.

The dockworker entered, just as expected, and walked slowly, somberly, in time with the haunting tones of the heavy bell. He reached the front, and lifted an arm. It was a young performer, Minnie recognized him from the chorus, but had never heard him sing.

"Ring the iron bell of coming:
A ship lies south and west!
We shall pull her guy ropes taut,
And tie her fast to the dreamer's city!"

Minnie nodded, agreeably, and the crowd hooted gently, as the play began, then swelled to a polite quiet, for the moment. The man's voice was not a revelation, but it was acceptable, fine. The Dockworker was a secondary role. He pulled the song off, a bit nervous, but promising. The boy could be something, perhaps, someday.

In his third verse, though, the crowd began to murmur, for from the side of the stage came a great and terrible creaking. At first Minnie thought something was wrong, the the machina was broken. Then, in the shadows of the orhcestra, she saw them, great strong fellows at two ends of a contraption that bent two heavy planks of wood, making them creak and groan like the planking of a ship.

This was new. She watched the stage again, as the dockworker, in time with the groaning sang his denouement. And then with a screech and groan, the Machina rolled out from the right entrance, and it was transformed, into the prow of a ship, with Kenabelle atop, one foot on the edge. Her face thick with grief and sorrow. The 'ship' stopped then.

The crowd was murmuring, hissing now, waiting for the orchestra to strike the notes that marked the beginning of the great duet, already this was strange. Usually this was a simple play, the ship was off stage and Kena simply walked on as the orchestra struck her note. The students had pressed in so close that a deep breath was hard to take, for there was no room to expand the lungs.

And then, the great diva's voice came, without the tone of the orchestra at all. She was supposed to begin, normally, with a quiet, subdued sorrow, but they had changed the interpretation of the piece. This was different. She sang the opening with a wildness that bordered almost on madness.

"Laviku!
You took my ship upon your breast,
But you forsook me!

Laviku!
I am a child, now,
For you have taken the sons and daughters of Zeltiva,
And crushed them in your hands!"

And she stepped forward, and behind her, a great train pulled. She stepped down the gangplank slowly, and Minnie saw the train - a great, heavy cloth, woven thick with clattering human bones. She started walking slowly down the gangplank, her face wild and foreign, filled with a righteous fury. Even the makeup had been done differently, leaving her not the gentle, heroic, tragic figure of the normal performance, but something else - beautiful and terrifying, spectral and inhuman. And that train, that horrible train, that clattered as she walked, drawing longer and longer behind her with each step.

And then, the train slipped, and the whole theater gasped, for the weight of it fell heavily to the stage from the gangplank's edge, pulling the diva with it. Minnie actually screamed, choking back the sound only after seeing that the diva had, very subtly, a wire running from her back, her fall too whirling, too graceful to be an accident. The wire slowed her fall, but only barely, and just as she reached the terminus of it, two boards in the orchestra were struck together with a great crack, like a snapping spine.

Minnie had chosen the right seat, for just before her face, the pile of bones lay, and atop it, the body of the singer, so close that Minnie could see the flecks of mica in her eyeshadow, could see the rise and fall of her breasts as she breathed. And then, without even rising, the woman sang again, and the voice so near made Minnie lose herself, even as she mouthed the woman's words alongside her.

"I am the Corpse-Born Sailor,
I have been carried on the thousand backs
Of those damned,
By plague,
By stone,
By Myrian blade."

The woman fell so intently into this last line, that Minnie began to cry.

/Bethany... Bethany Edgetower.../

And Minnie reached forward, across the stage, just past the footlight, and her finger brushed, just barely the corner of Kenabelle's hair.

The crowd was hungry, now, and pressed towards where Minnie stood, straining to be closer to the prone woman, as her aria continued, compressing, compressing, compressing.

"I am no more a woman,
I am made an Alvina,
Daughter of Dira,
Kenabelle,
The Heavenly Lady
Of the Ill-Fortuned Dead!"

The crowd was growing louder, and louder, a patter of voices interrupting the music with shock. The three students that ringed Minnie gave up reaching over her, and one, under cover of the milling squirm of the crowd, took the tiny woman by the arm, and yanked her backwards, behind himself and his companions. Minnie gasped, the sudden movement into the wild crowd leaving her shocked and breathless and stumbling. She fell backward, the crowd giving no purchase to her feet, and started to founder in the sea of bodies, falling down as surely and as slowly as the diva had, grasping about her, trying to come back to her feet.
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[Fallon] As the Rainbow's Raiment to Touch

Postby Fallon on April 17th, 2013, 4:21 pm

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Fallon’s hands clapped over her ears as the orchestra burst into life. Her entire form flinched, her shoulders hunching in at the sudden amount of noise. Her eyes stared up to the stage in awe, a glance through the figures and hands before her as the crowd pressed itself in for a better view. The actor came on stage a song on his lips upon his more youthful voice. The crowd fell into silence as the true performance began, all eyes upon the stage as the story was released and told. She felt the warmth of people beside her, the sweltering heat of the summer darkness. Yet here they all were crammed in and watching with awe. She shifted on the spot as one pushed forward, shortly followed by another, they were trying to get a better view of the stage. She gave a groan, and moved to the side as she weaved through the people for an opening once more. A gasp filled the theatre, and Fallon’s head turned to the stage to see what had caused this drastic change in tune. She a cut of a woman falling on the stage, her body laying upon the presented bones as the words of the fallen sailor reaching her ears.

Her mind flickered through the lesson with the professor, of who this figure was supposed to represent. She stared, seeking a name, a face but as she continued to press on for an opening she could not find one. The crowd once more returned to life, a shuffle of feet as a set of students went forward to get in closer. She heard the poetry, the suffocating crowd gasping for more. Fallon saw space, and went for it, stepping over feet and toes as she pushed ever on. Or did until something before her caught her attention. She watched the small woman before her be pulled back, her arms flailing wildly. Fallon pushed her way forward, forcing her way through the crowd, her form bent, her arms ready to scoop the falling… child? She was not sure; her mind was torn between the female from being an adult or a child. Fallon threw a firm foot forward, her arms shooting out and sliding beneath the arms of this woman. She felt herself recoil as the momentum hit her, her eyes widening as she went rigid. She stood there almost motionless for a few moments, as her eyes focused on the back of the students.

“Oi! Ye stupid petcher! Watch where you’re going!” she gave a hiss to the students “You could of hurt thi-“Her eyes glanced down at the girl, no woman she had caught, before her words escaped her. She stared dumfound down at the professor her expression turning to that of surprise “Professor Lefting!”
Fallon blinked and gently pushed the Professor back to her feet. Her stance however remained, solid and braced, almost as if she was expecting to see the woman fall over again “Hah… what a surprise…”
Her eyes turned to the stage once more, her eyes peaking through the gap before her head turned away. She was still searching for an open space, a view in which she could look upon the stage with ease. Her head whipped round to the edge of the hall and a set of decking, and then about to the rest of the theatre. Her hand however was still stuck firmly to the shoulder of the professor, as if steadying her and ensuring she did not fall over again “You alright?”
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[Fallon] As the Rainbow's Raiment to Touch

Postby Philomena on April 19th, 2013, 1:55 pm

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Minnie stumbled, and her breath caught in her throat, scrambling, trying to stand, then, abruptly, felt arms catch beneath her armpits. She looked dazed around, as the woman shouted curses over her head, and stumbled back to her feet, grateful for the stabilizing hand on her shoulder.

"Ms... Ms Skillair?"

A groaning sounded from the machina, and suddenly, from the center of the stage, the Akvatari began to descend on a guy rope from the sky. The costume he wore was entirely new. His wings were what caught Minnie's eye. She gasped - for he was so high up, he could be seen even from their now less than optimal position in the crowd. The wings spanned, perhaps seven feet, in a graceful arc of linen and whale-boning, quivering just slightly, as the man descended slowly, effortlessly, as if the wind shivered against the delicate membranes. The patterns at first seemed simply like bright smatterings of black and white and grey and peach. But as he grew closer to the footlights, the eye could discern, wound through the patterns, a cohesive image - faces, slightly different one across each wing. The Twin God and Goddess of Lost Causes.

Minnie, without thinking of it reached and clutched Fallon's hands, her eyes wide, childlike, staring at the image.

"Oh… by Qalaya's eyes… this, I will write down..."

The statement is not directed necessarily at Fallon. Or at anyone really, and its spoken in a breathless shiver that makes it difficult to understand. She turned back up to Fallon, and the air of professorship, of the cautious maintenance of professional distance is, temporarily, entirely gone. The woman's face is pale, and trembling with excitement, open and vulnerable. Her eyes, behind their spectacles have strangeness to them, at once dreamy and sharp. There is something both enervating and disturbing about the vision of Minnie engrossed in a story, her lips moving with the queer regularity of an automaton, her skin flushed with something closer to hunger than it is to aesthetic appreciation.

"Ms… Ms FAllon… come, come. We must move to the front. You must see this, you must!"

She tugs the woman's hand, not releasing it unless prompted to, and begins drawing her forward, squeezing in between viewers. It is easier now, the crowd loosening, flowing sideways, to get a better view of the Akvatari.
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[Fallon] As the Rainbow's Raiment to Touch

Postby Fallon on April 20th, 2013, 10:15 pm

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Fallon felt the squeeze upon her hands, the excited words sprouting from her lips. She saw the performance on the stage change, the flash of colour as the story continued ever on before them. She barely had time to react before the professor full of all her zeal had pulled her towards the front once more. The spectacle opened up before her, the Akvatri fluttering down with the sound of the orchestra. A musical guide for the stage. Fallon blinked, an almost dazed expression upon her face. She would no doubt have to go again to the performance, just to make sure she truly understood what was going on. It had after all turned into a blur for her.

She slipped between another pair as she closed in to the front of the stage. Her eyes turning back only for a brief moment at the sea of faces before snapping back to the more important feature. She looked upon the back of the eager professor, watching a more childish side emerge as she became entranced with the show once more. And for a moment Fallon simply watched what those changing features wrapped in awe, as the song of her dear captain, the tale of adventure was released to the world. It was indeed an unusual sight to look upon, but not one that Fallon would trade. People were an interesting thing to watch, to see how even the slightest change in environment would cause them to throw aside all of their more common traits and reveal a truer self. She gave a smile to herself, a monologue of thoughts going through her head.

“Looks like you’re enjoying yourself,” she turned her head up to the stage as the Akvatari brought itself in close, a low hum escaping his lips. Not that there appeared to be any real song escaping from him. Or if there was Fallon did not hear the words. She stood on the left side of the professor, her fingers slowly slipping away out of her hold. She did not rush the process, but she still made it clear enough that she wanted to be released. Touching was not something the girl was fond of outside of those who were close to her.
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Postby Philomena on April 25th, 2013, 10:34 pm

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To say that Minnie released the hand would be dishonest. The truth of the matter was that by the time they reached the front, Minnie had grown unaware of her immediate identity, melting again into the story. So the hand pulling away from her was irrelevant, it had been taken for utility, and was released with no thought at all.

For thought was consumed now, by the action. The Akvatari had reached ground, the low, subvocal hum of his voice subtle almost inaudible, not singing yet. Minnie gasped, as he stood in a ritualized pose of the theatre. She paused, shook her head, looked at Fallon.

//Yes. Remember her, stupid? You have a guest.//

Her face fell, and blushed slightly, and met the girl's eyes.

"I'm... I'm sorry, I..."

//Minnie-Wren... its alright... its alright. She is here for the play. Tell her about the play...//

"You are confused? You are confused... that is Imtapptendosin, the Akvatari. He's called 'The Woodcarver' in the text. He's a real person, someone the Captain knew," her voice is a hurried whisper, pregnant to bursting with excitement, "He is a real person, an Akvatari who the Captain knew from before the circumnavigation. In reality... well, noone knows much about him. But this business, where they are in love, this is only for the sake of the story, its not real. Its a symbol, really. But this is their duet, this is... the most famous part of the opera. He sings that she is beautiful, but he does not know who ... nevermind... jsut listen, you will see, listen... the Captain will sing to him, and he will not know who it is... because he didn't recognize her at first..."

She turned back now, leaning towards Fallon. The Akvatari looked at the woman broken atop her pile of bones.

"Who is this creature?
She carries the scent of the sea, the scent of the hungry sea.
Who is this woman?
She is tanned with the hard sun, but pale with the moon.
Who is this creature?"

The orchestra swelled, from a low painful whimper, into a harsh, wild scream of sound. And while they did, the Captain rose, slowly, with an impossible grace and sorrow. HEr hands rose, and her palms were red with blood, her face twisted into a contorted sorrow.

"But the staging," Minnie whispered, "Oh Qalaya's fingers, and Eyris's lips! Oh! How they changed it! Its... its beautiful..." Her eyes were wet and damp with tears, an her knuckles wrapping the stage's corner now where white, her body tense and ready. Her lips formed, then, and very, very softly, almost below a whisper she very softly chanted the words of the duet in time with the Captain.

The Captain's voice rose with a queer, strange whistle of thrilled, enthralling sound, quiet but piercing.

"I am a creature, now, and not a woman,
I am the daughter of the sea,
The warden of the bones that she has taken
By the order of Laviku.

See my hands, immersed in blood,
Woodcarver,
See my eyes, half blind with sun,
Woodcarver,
And my lips, grown hard and strange
Too strange for kisses, now?"

And then the man entered, and her piercing hollow tones interplayed in a call and counterpoint with the man's low, sorrowful voice.

"Can it be?"

"All things can."

"The daughter of Zeltiva, come again to me?"

"I am now but the daughter of the wind."

"You bring me what I brought to you before -"

"The melancholy echoes of a wind in the door,
Once born --"

"-- once fallen --"

"--and one last time --"

There voices hit harmony for the first time as the sang the last word in a low, keening minor:

"Returned..."

Minnie's eyes pilled over now, crying. Her hand, in a strange convulsive movement, went as if to grab someone else's - but it went to wher enoone was standing, gripped hard at empty air, and then rested there just below the level of the stage. Her other sleeve wiped, ungracefully at her running nose, as she started to sob quietly.x
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Postby Fallon on May 2nd, 2013, 4:47 pm

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Fallon blinked down at the Professor, surprised if anything for the little blush that had formed upon her petite face. Or at least until she started talking again. She was correct on the confusion of the scene; the Akvatari was something she could not immediately recall to memory from the text she had been issued to read, but as the performance progressed on and the words of the Professor explained did it indeed become clear. Her lips pursed together when she thought about the scene, her mind growing blank as to why it was such importance for it “So… why are they doing this? Why not stick to th-“

The song of the Akvatari cut her off, the mournful song filling the air as a duet rose up from the silence of the stage. She stood on her toes as she looked to them, the captain reaching out to her lover. Desperation was played out between the two actors, designed to tug at the heart and drag the audience into the scene. Fallon herself was wrapped within it, but not enough so that she was not aware of what was going on around her. The audience was moving once more a few feet turning on the floor beneath them. She braced herself for a push of the crowd once more, but kept her eyes on the stage.

She heard the Professor sniffling at the scene, and her eyebrow rose. It was peculiar for Fallon to look upon someone who allowed themselves to be swept up in a performance, more so when it was both a woman older than her and who was teaching her. The girl placed a hand on her shoulder, a gentle pat whilst her eyes turned to the stage. She could not comprehend what was going through the mind of the Professor, but it must have been beautiful to her.
“Yes… nice isn’t it?” she breathed. The stage grew dark in the background the near silent steps of stage hands in the back being the only sign that they were there. Otherwise they were invisible and the attention of the audience was on the captain. The orchestra grew near silent as the pair spoke, words being exchanged as the scene continued ever on and Fallon’s mind confirmed that she would have to come back again. Just to make sure that she understood the performance fully and that nothing was missed.
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[Fallon] As the Rainbow's Raiment to Touch

Postby Philomena on May 7th, 2013, 12:48 am

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Minnie turned hearing the girls voice, and hearing the hand on your shoulder. Her eyes were red, and stung with half-shed tears. Minnie was an ugly cryer, by an impartial judge of the visuals. Her flesh around her eyes swells, and her cheeks turn red, her nose runs. Her eyes become bloodshot, and her lips shake just perceptibly. She looks at the hand, and her brow wrinkles, the puzzling expression of someone trying to unravel an enigma.

The girl's words though make her look up and she turns, confused for a moment. Then, she smiles a little bit, and leans forward to speak into the girls ear, so she can keep her voice down and still be heard, "You are not a Qalayan. Truth is... sometimes, you do not want to know the truth, you want to know... what someone remembers. Do you know what I mean? There are things that can be described by fact. That is why Eyris is a wonderful goddess. But I am not an Eyrisite, as much as I respect and love her. The things that are dearest to me, they lie in between facts. You cannot express some things in knowledge. Do you know what I mean? I want it written down, true or not, misremembered or fabricated. Truth is beautiful, and must be loved, and I'll guard it with my life. But so is fiction. Do you see what I mean? It is silly, perhaps, to someone else."

She smiles, backs up, and nods, wipes her puffy eyes again, and readjusts the cravat aroudn her neck, scratching beneath it across a narrow line of angry red. Then, adjust sit again, quietly.x
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Postby Fallon on May 8th, 2013, 11:15 pm

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Fallon heard the Professor’s words, and it was for a while that they did not sink in. The true comprehension of those words would not be fully understood to a later date. Yet as Fallon stood there and pondered, her brow creasing into a frown as she pondered upon those words. But then the professor simply continued on her watching of the performance without an utter of anymore words. She removed her hand, sliding it away and into her pocket, her eyes no longer really looking at anything. They glazed over as she looked upon the actors on the stage and reached out to the crowd to join in, all of which seemed drawn in.

Par Fallon.

It was an unusual state for her to be in, to once more stand alone in the crowd and be unable to truly comprehend the emotions that were being displayed. It amazed her to no end to be able to see the changing faces of others, to see the love and adoration grow upon them, whilst she herself sunk once more into her own shadow. Facts and truths were all that seemed to matter to the Skylar, they were how she determined things, and how she explained things. Emotions and feelings could be named using that method, and through being able to name them she was capable of understanding. So the girl simply shook her head at this strange mystery, and remained silent in her musings.

Nothing silly about protecting truths. It creates a foundation to build upon. It is what differentiates reality and fantasy, it helps us grow and know what we so desperately need to protect. Fiction is… is… an escape from that reality, and just as reality defines us so does the fantasy. But we also need to know when to leave the safety of fiction and embrace the facts… right?
“I… I don’t know…” Fallon mumbled and rubbed at her brow.
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Fallon is a Master of Intimidation, "At this level, a Master intimidator often unconsciously intimidates their target unless the intimidator monitors their stance, tone, and actions to prevent this. Master intimidators will nearly always have a reputation that precedes them unless they have taken special care to prevent it."
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