Artist and Author
In which Maerad is evaluated for an arts exploration in the Aeromancers, and meets with the author Portius who inspired her painting.
Cast:
Maerad, aspiring painter
Zyphora, High Scion of the Aesthete
Portius, Weaver of the Aurora, but his preferred title is Librarian
Allyrianne, rife with artistic potential everywhere
Shifting Current Maerad Windwhisper nods slowly, looking visibly anxious. "May I
read you the passage it is based upon, first?" she asks, tilting her head.
Nodding, you say, "Of course."
Holding up a carefully copied parchment, Shifting Current Maerad Windwhisper
recites, "However, we could not hide the fact that he had been murdered. It was
all we could do to conceal the bulk of his excesses after his death. There was a
criminal investigation, and it was agreed that I should allow myself to be
captured and executed in order to ensure that the whole affair ended neatly. It
would be my final service to the Collective. Having sacrificed my honour and my
dignity for its benefit, I did not hesitate to offer my life. How could I, when
life is worth so much less than virtue?"
Shifting Current Maerad Windwhisper recites, "In a few short days I dictated
this account, which was to be released long after all involved in the
undignified affair had died so that the truth could be known without bringing
harm or conflict to the Collective. Having done so, I go to surrender myself to
the custodians of justice so that I may be condemned, have my wings cut from me,
and be cast from the city to die upon the ground below. I do not think that
leaving the city will be so painful the second time, for this time I go in the
Collective's service."
Shifting Current Maerad Windwhisper recites, "May we all aspire to die so well."
Maerad proudly shows off a painting of in the Collective's service:
At the edge of a platform, overlooking a height so great that all the ground
below is blurred, a solitary figure kneels - his hands bound with rope in the
small of his back. Clothed only in a thin pair of grey trousers, the lone
trill's back is exposed; displaying two hacked and painful stumps on his
shoulder blades where his wings have been cruelly and brutally severed. The last
of his plumage has been cast about the ground beside him, the flared tips of his
sundered wings just visible at the edge of the canvas. Otherwise monochrome, the
only colour on this painting is the deep crimson of his blood as it trickles
down his spine and into his clutched hands. Turned in profile, his face looks up
to the sky - a contented smile turns up the corner of his lips, and even as he
leans gently into the abyss of what lies below, his eyes glisten with belonging.
You have emoted: Zyphora examines the portrait carefully, saying, "From where
was this passage taken?"
Ruffling her plumage nervously, Shifting Current Maerad Windwhisper says, "From
Librarian Portius's work, The Virtuous Exile."
An expression of realisation crossing her features, you say, "Ah, I see. I've
not read that yet, but that passage has already compelled me to do so in the
near future."
You say, "And what is the artistic significance of this portrait? How do you
feel it captures the essence of that excerpt?"
Shifting Current Maerad Windwhisper furrows her brow slightly before replying.
"There are all manner of things," she explains, slowly at first - but gaining
confidence with each word. "Above all the devotion that he has to the collective
- the purity of which, I think, is in how difficult it is to see at first." Now
animated, she begins to gesture at different parts of the painting as she speaks.
"Yet there is much more - here, where he kneels. He proffers himself, his life,
for what he believes in. But the blood - the blood is his life, and his death in
one. His devotion and the finality of his ending."
You have emoted: Zyphora nods, her eyes roving the portrait contemplatively.
"Yes, I do see that. You have done well, Current Maerad," she says with a smile
and nod. "I hope you will be submitting this to the art auction."
Shifting Current Maerad Windwhisper frowns and says, "I am not sure if - I think,
perhaps, the author ought to see it first. Only I've never been formally
introduced to the Librarian, and I'm sure it would be terribly odd of me to walk
up and produce an illustration of his work without such."
You smile and say, "Ah, yes. That would be entirely socially appropriate of you
to show him the finished work, inspired by his own."
You say, "He is quite approachable, but I can introduce you two if you would
like."
You lazily draw your wings to and fro through the air, fanning them slowly.
Shifting Current Maerad Windwhisper smiles and says, "I would like that."
You nod your head sagely.
You tell Execumatrix Magnificus Portius Windwhisper, Librarian of the Collective,
"May Current Maerad and I meet with you presently?"
Portius tells you, "If you like. Where shall we meet, and what should I prepare
myself to meet about?"
You tell Execumatrix Magnificus Portius Windwhisper, Librarian of the Collective,
"Maerad has something to show you."
You tell Execumatrix Magnificus Portius Windwhisper, Librarian of the Collective,
"Your present location is fine."
Beside a honeycomb building. (City of Hallifax)
Banks of clouds roil about here. It is rather chilly. A statue of Jeanne, the
windmuse elemental stands here, memorializing her noble spirit. A city
administrator has paused nearby, surveying her surroundings with austere
scrutiny. Symphonist Allyrianne, Aethereal Melody is here. She wields a starry
bird of paradise lute in her left hand. Execumatrix Magnificus Portius
Windwhisper, Librarian of the Collective is here.
You see exits leading south, southwest, west, and up.
You curtsey gracefully.
Portius bows respectfully to you.
Maerad curtseys gracefully.
Portius bows respectfully to Maerad.
Allyrianne curtseys gracefully.
Allyrianne gives a tiered bird of paradise wedding cake to you.
Allyrianne gives a tiered bird of paradise wedding cake to Shifting Current
Maerad Windwhisper.
Utterly entranced, Maerad emits a long "Ooooh."
You smile and say, "Tidings, cousin and Symphonist."
You say, "This is my daughter-to-be, Maerad."
Execumatrix Magnificus Portius Windwhisper, Librarian of the Collective says,
"Greetings, comrades."
Execumatrix Magnificus Portius Windwhisper, Librarian of the Collective says to
Maerad, "A pleasure. Allow me to preemptively welcome you to the family."
Allyrianne smiles softly.
You have emoted: Provost Zyphora Windwhisper, High Scion of the Aesthete spreads
her right wing behind Maerad as though to frame the trill in her aurulent
feathers.
Shifting Current Maerad Windwhisper smiles and says to Portius, "Likewise, and
thank you."
Glancing with a smile at Maerad, you say, "Maerad has recently read your work,
'The Virtuous Exile,' and has something to show you, Portius."
Execumatrix Magnificus Portius Windwhisper, Librarian of the Collective says,
"Oh?"
You have emoted: Provost Zyphora Windwhisper, High Scion of the Aesthete nods at
Maerad with an encouraging smile.
Shifting Current Maerad Windwhisper shuffles on the spot, ruffling her plumage
nervously. She clutches a canvas in her hands and examines it surreptitiously as
you speaks, almost as if pondering the need to make last-minute changes.
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Comments
Accurate comments that will no doubt be taken as jokes aside, I want to say that my part in this completely blindsided me, and that now that I've been exposed to the idea I think that having paintings related to things that the library published hanging in that library is really cool and that all of the other organizations should see about doing it. Every library should have some bling.