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[color=00F8FE]Time: 11am
Location: Edin Theater
Interactions: Wulfric [@Silverpaw]& Edin [@princess][/color]
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[color=9FA1A4][center][color=DDB775]"Finally! Something worth listening to out of your mouth, boy!"[/color][/center]

[color=black][i]<Sucess!>[/i][/color] A voice proud and boastful filled Callum’s mind. The faintest crumb of praise was tossed his way. By Edin. Not even Cal could hide his shock. The familiar hopped over to the seat next to Callum, where it stayed content and still. 

[center][color=DDB775]“Tell me, son—does it bathe? Or is it filthy just like you?”[/color][/center]

Edin returned to the expected responses. As discretely as he could, Cal attempted to sniff at himself but he had bathed today. Thoroughly, to ensure not a trace of ink from his spell remained on his skin. 

[color=00F8FE]“Good point. I will see to it that the monkey is bathed regularly.”[/color] He replied softly. 

But his head quickly snapped away from sniffing at himself when Edin agreed to let him keep the monkey. [color=00F8FE][i]That worked??[/i][/color]

[color=black][i]<Of course it worked. What does your father see? When he looks at you?>[/i][/color] The monkey did not wait for the mortal to slowly piece things together, it pulled the image of King George from the boy’s memories. 

[color=black][i]<He looks at you. He sees George. He desires superiority. Give him that. Use that face. Twist how he sees you. George; under his control. George; asking for his permission. George; working for his approval. Then, Edin believes he has won.>[/i][/color] Clarence rewarded the witch’s obedience with clarity. 

[center][b][h3][color=DDB775]“A MASTERPIECE!”[/color][/h3][/b][/center]

[color=black][i]<This…puppet dance…drivel! Better ending: puppet slays the offending mortal!>[/i][/color] 

Callum was caught between wanting to defend the touching performance and his disgust at the thought of agreeing with Edin. 

[center][color=DDB775]“I must have him at the banquet tonight! No—NO! [i]I MUST OWN HIM![/i]”[/color][/center]

[color=black][i]<Agree with him.>[/i][/color] 

[color=00F8FE]“A wonderful idea.”[/color] Callum offered. With a grin, he continued [color=00F8FE]“I must admit, a talented court jester makes an even more impressive pet than a monkey.”[/color] He almost felt bad about encouraging the idea and what it would mean for the dancer. The sentiment was quickly eased from his mind. As if carried away by a faint and imperceptible breeze. 

Clarence smiled, the taste of a bitter thought lingered on the familiar’s tongue after it had been devoured.[/color]