A sealed scroll of parchment made of the finest rence weave has reached my hands, its paraffin wax seal yet unbroken bears the signet crest of a House in Ar that I am invited to. Me. Just me. To play my Kalika and entertain Circé Veneficus, a woman whose path I crossed what seems like a millenium ago.
I have read and reread the words a thousand times over, and each time between the lines, the words flow with more and more embellishment: "My dearest darling Damos.."
For I, Damos, property of Marius of Cos, have risen to the height of importance. It makes me smile as I read further between the lines, beautifully scripted there upon the finest of rence parchment that money can buy: "Please, I beg of you, come to Ar and entertain me.."
When I close my eyes, I imagine this woman removing her veils one by one, that I might look upon her without hindrance. The invitation is clear. And I am..
Inspired.
