[b]Mayzie![/b]

You duck into the midst of the melee before you really think about what you are [i]doing.[/i] Your thoughts haven’t bothered trying to catch up, to explain that the reason you’re even working at the Chrysanthemum is because you can’t say no to an opportunity to help, because you can’t say no to a friend who needs you, because you’ve got to keep paying the rent, and how envious you are of Eclair leaving all this behind, how she left [i]you[/i] behind— all this to say that you are acting on instinct and you will be angry at Eclair later for making this demand of you and not understanding why you would duck underneath a blow from a fighting woman in order to grab Eclair’s tablet and skid across the floor.

You get a round of applause and whistles from the crowd, who, like idiots, are assuming that this is some sort of incredible new experience from the Chrysanthemum. To be fair to them, Yaz has been funding pop-up scenes with actors in the corridors, but to be unfair to them, you are under no obligation to [i]be[/i] fair. Idiots! Buffoons!

You uncouple the stylus from the tablet. Words are hard when you’re this worked up, so in your freehand you start stream-of-consciousnessing this. These two idiots are fighting. Why are they fighting? Probably because Eclair is a wanted criminal. She probably attacked the goddess because this Timtam dared her to or something. They’re still doing fight things. This Handmaiden should have a better outfit.

Outfit. Yes. Something with lots of tassels that flow from the sleeves. Make her look like a hawk, like a soaring dragon, and cut the skirt into sections that would flow around her like this…

There’s room enough in the notepad program for you to start sketching. You definitely are going to miss writing some of this down.

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[b]Yuki![/b]

The noise behind you is a [i]roar.[/i] It rattles the floorboards. It is a physical [i]feeling[/i] of sound, wet and overwhelming and furious. You have done something which you should not have done.

Luckily, the Fellowship of the Deerboy is going to buy you time. Time to get close to this woman who’s…

Radiant?

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[b]Hazel![/b]

She [i]drinks[/i] your light, this woman. It soaks into her, makes her skin radiant where the lantern lights shine down on her, and with a delighted groan she accepts what you have given her. Her grip is so tight.

“Pure,” she murmurs, giddily. “Pure and bright and soaked. Your light is beautiful, Golden Faun, and it is striving, growing, shaking, [i]verdant[/i] light.”

When she laughs, you can hear an echo of your laugh inside of it.

“Come with me,” she pleads, turning her full attention onto you like a hot lamp above butter. She is sweet and rich and floral, and she is full of wonder and joy and life. “I will show you fields of flowers— arboreal wonderlands— the end of death— I will make you the King of Thellamie— together we will [i]transform[/i] this world~!”

“I don’t think so,” Princess Sulochana Arju says, wrapping her coils around you protectively and holding a heartblade to this woman’s chin.

Hooray! You have been saved(?).