It is with increasing rarity anymore that I am reminded of my past lives. My days are filled with more than ample work to keep the mind and body spent, as currently we have sailed north from Cos to a small island where Marius' theatre production of Lurius of Jad has caused quite a stir among the Avant-garde. It is interesting to note that the island cities' receptiveness to the piece de resistance, depiciting Arians taking down their fortress walls with their own hands, is not met with near as much enthusiasm as it is with those citizens of Ar.
The Actor Marguerite who portays the role of Talena, has an Understudy whom I have had the opportunity to spend much time with before and after pre-opening rehearsals. She is one of the few in the troupe who is not from Cos, but is herself Arian. There is a sharp wit about her that I find intriguing, despite the fact that we were more or less forced upon one another by Marius. It was not until the last leg of the theatre troupe's three-month tour that she finally decided to speak to me. I had assumed it was because she did not care much for the company of other people. But my assumptions fell flat when I learned that the Lady is a purported mind reader.
It seems she had known of mine and Marius' modus vivendi the moment she had laid eyes upon either of us. Yet I am the only one she has decided to drop this bolt of lightning on. I know what she is, too. Marius, however, remains blissfully in the dark, which puts a chasm between myself and my Master that I grow more and more uncomfortable with each day that goes by.
The Actor Marguerite who portays the role of Talena, has an Understudy whom I have had the opportunity to spend much time with before and after pre-opening rehearsals. She is one of the few in the troupe who is not from Cos, but is herself Arian. There is a sharp wit about her that I find intriguing, despite the fact that we were more or less forced upon one another by Marius. It was not until the last leg of the theatre troupe's three-month tour that she finally decided to speak to me. I had assumed it was because she did not care much for the company of other people. But my assumptions fell flat when I learned that the Lady is a purported mind reader.
It seems she had known of mine and Marius' modus vivendi the moment she had laid eyes upon either of us. Yet I am the only one she has decided to drop this bolt of lightning on. I know what she is, too. Marius, however, remains blissfully in the dark, which puts a chasm between myself and my Master that I grow more and more uncomfortable with each day that goes by.
