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[leicesters]

Hey there, friends! I have a little poem I wrote for you. Yes, you.

[Well, he actually wrote it for Merlin, but who's nitpicking? He reaches for a piece of paper he composed his masterpiece on, clears his throat, and recites:]

My magic is green,
But also dark,
After hearing my terrible poetry
Are you feeling a little spark?

... No? [There's a lingering grin on his face, before he screws up the paper and tosses it over his shoulder.] Oh well! I'll think of something catchier next time.

Anyway, now that I've got your attention, I just wanted to let everyone know that earlier last month, me and a couple of pals did a little exploring in the desert on the north side of the island. It was a long journey, but eventually we found what I can only call a huge whirlpool of sand.

I would have loved to have gotten closer to see what was causing it, but the sandstorms around it were way too strong. My guess has to be some powerful being hiding inside it, or maybe some strong magics were cast on the area to keep out intruders. For now, it's a dead end.

It did get me wondering, though: has anyone done any exploring of their own around the island? What did you find?

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[hegemonwings]

I have a name, Lorenz. [ siiiip. ]

Interesting that you beg, now, instead of demanding.

[ maybe she's still a little mad about how lorenz handled that. ]

[silky_bearing]

[Well.... that's a good way to put a damper on his dramatics. Enough to at least shut him up for a moment rather than letting Claude continue to rile him up.]

You... said once that using your former title was agreeable. I-[ruined that, didn't I? Now now, don't be dramatic or morose about that, too. He lets out a slow, steadying breath. Address the name part first then-]

Is that no longer the case?

[hegemonwings]

[ harsher than she intended. again. she curses herself silently, shaking her head. she's too blunt, always too blunt, of course she had to take an interest in verse to make up for it— ]

... That was... resignation, more than anything. And after further thought, I would prefer it if all of you called me by name instead of the title she gave me.

[ she knows that she doesn't need to say who. ]

[silky_bearing]

I had not considered it in that light. I will do my best to abide by your request, though I fear it may take some time to become accustomed to it.

[hegemonwings]

That's all I can ask. Thank you.

[ a pause, and then: ]

I'm... sorry for being short with you. I find myself doing that more and more, lately.

[ she's not going to apologize for being generally kind of upset with him, of course, but that's something else. she doesn't at all want to burn this bridge. ]

[silky_bearing]

[He understands why she's displeased, really he does. For once. Which.... is honestly why he had commented in the first place, something a bit lighter than the weight of the war between them.

It always seems to work for Claude and Hilda.]

I presumed too much, the fault is mine.

[hegemonwings]

No, I... [ she pauses, takes a breath. ] I'll let it drop if you will, then.

[ she doesn't want to get caught in a loop of who was in the wrong here. it's all just details now. ]

All aside... have you been well?

[silky_bearing]

Agreed.

[He doesn't particularly like it but he knows how little sense there is in pushing for an agreement in such things. If nothing else his time with Marianne has taught him not to press for acknowledgement about wrongs on both sides of a conversation.

The question makes him sigh softly, though, weary whether he wants to admit it or not.]

As well as can be expected I daresay. There is a great deal to adjust to here and the threat of political disarray so soon after arriving is... well... distressingly reminiscent of home.