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“ PLEASE NOTE: The character of Aoleon is deaf. In continuity, this discussion takes place completely in sign. Her eyes caught a glimpse of the edge of a drawing among the mass of papers. A sketch of the top of a mass of side-swept locs. Slowly, she pulled the drawing free and smiled a little too sweetly at the woman whose aspect was reflected in the artwork. Feeling a certain kind of way Aoleon? She snapped-to and quickly became defensive. What in the name of the Goddess are you on about? She PLEASE NOTE: The character of Aoleon is deaf. In continuity, this discussion takes place completely in sign. Her eyes caught a glimpse of the edge of a drawing among the mass of papers. A sketch of the top of a mass of side-swept locs. Slowly, she pulled the drawing free and smiled a little too sweetly at the woman whose aspect was reflected in the artwork. Feeling a certain kind of way Aoleon? She snapped-to and quickly became defensive. What in the name of the Goddess are you on about? She felt heat rising from beneath her collar and behind it she allowed shades of anger and annoyance to fall over her. The old Aoleon coming out. I’m sorry. I shouldn’t poke at you like that. It’s okay you know. There’s nothing wrong with it. As if suddenly caught up in a lie she never told, Aoleon cleared her throat and ran her fingers absentmindedly over her ear and started to fidget with one of the brass accents in her snowy hair. No…I mean…well I was…uh... Aoleon, I know about you and Arjana. he admitted outrightly as he pointed at the drawing. The princess coughed, stuttered, smiled, but could bring herself to fully say nothing. Words escaped her as she looked about the room for answers. My sight might be Dįvįnë, true. But even a blind man could see you two were growing close. Yes. Well…she’s…something else. Indeed? he responded. Images flashed briefly in Aoleon’s head of her father’s old friend. Verging on her forty and fifth decade of life. She was a fierce woman by all accounts. One who’d just as soon cut you with words as she would a blade. Yet, she was darling and caring towards those she held close to her. Lovely to a fault in a wild sort of way. Dark skin, the colour of walnut stained wood. Thick, kinky hair fashioned into black locs with stately streaks of gray that faded into tips that had been bleached under the suns; the sides of her head shaved bare in an undercut fashion. Blackart ink and gauged ears. Very comfortable with her sexuality. Dwalli by blood, but a native of the Link by birth – although she wasn’t a Magi. Heka was her mother’s gift, not hers. I heard her say something very much the same about you once. Really? Aoleon perked up right away. Did she? Yes. After she first met you in fact. Nearly exactly. Aoleon’s smile widened. She beamed happiness. Sitting up assertively, she allowed herself to give her father a curt nod. Well, of course she did. She’s held such a torch for you for so long that I was starting to wonder if anything would actually come of it. Yeah. Both you and Prince Asshole. Aoleon exclaimed with a certainty that was absolute. Samahdemn walked his statement back. Peace daughter. I didn't know your brother had been giving you grief about her. Then again, he is your brother. So anything is possible. Aoleon sighed and nodded. Not so much giving me problems as he’s been…I don’t know…being really weird about it. Kŵanza* being Kŵanza. Samahdemn nodded knowingly and waived a dismissive hand. He’s just jealous. He always has been. So I’ve noticed. Why would you hide it? Why not tell me? I don’t know. she said; shrugging her shoulders. I didn’t know how you’d take it I suppose. She’s…your friend. A close friend. The great-great-granddaughter of one of the men you once named my godfather. Frankly, I just thought you’d not be very keen on the idea, if not against it outright. I mean, if I’m being fair, I don’t honestly know how I’d feel in the same situation – if my best friend were warming up to my first born. If I could be clear headed about it. That’s understandable I suppose. Wrong, but understandable. Let me be clear. I don’t care that you’re dating someone in my inner circle. Never have. Never will. If I couldn’t trust her, then I wouldn’t call her my friend in the first place. - Reflections on the Dįvonësë War: Dark Whispers Above the Clouds ...more ”
― S.H.Robinson

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