Saturday, January 16, 2021
Softly, scratch, scratch, scratch… … … Scratch, scratch, scratch.
Did I hear something at the door? I’ll take a look.
Oh? A beautiful clockwork butterfly, set with yellow-green gems. Peridot! The last time I saw you, the Dealer’s cat had just spat you onto the Delta Pearl’s carpet. You’re fluttering smoothly now though. Your gems sparkle when you move your wings.
Knock, knock, knock
Émeraude, I didn’t expect to see you. Erm… So, you’re just going to barge in and stand there tapping your foot? Eliza? You’re here too? What’s with the frowns? I feel like the temperature in here just dropped ten degrees. Why are you here?
Émeraude: You abandoned us for some little waif in a completely foreign world, my chuckaboo. And it’s not all beer and skittles where you left us.
Eliza: Darling, you left my husband half-dead and confined to his bed—.
Knock, knock, knock.
Blue John? I’m glad to see you. Can you talk some sense into these two? I’d never abandon The Delta Pearl.
Blue John: Nen mate, I under stand. Although the last thing I remember is hitching myself to a rocket contraption Victor made, and careening into a big crack in the sky. Don’t ye think it’s wrong to just leave me hanging there all these weeks?
Come on crew — you wouldn’t be here without me. I haven’t abandoned you for a new/old book. I’m doing the best I can. Show me some respect…
Grumbling murmurs of discontent get louder.
ZASH-paaahhhhh! Ah. Thank heaven you’re here. Jaspe, can you please talk some sense into these people? Or at least get the Captain to give them one of his looks. You understand, don’t you?
Jaspe: Ah, cher. Of course, I under stand. In real life the actor who reminds you of me endured similar and worse situations. It feels like somebody has gone and put a gris-gris on you, no?
Jaspe raises one eyebrow and turns to the characters. They look, shamefaced, at the floor. He points silently at the door.
Jaspe: All of you should be ashamed. Show the lady some respect. I could remind you that your fate is in her hands. Allons, off you go now.
Jaspe motions to the clockwork butterfly.
You too little papillon. Alright then, you can sit on my shoulder. I hope Reggie wasn’t rough with you. But I do think you two may have conspired together…
Jaspe turns back to me, makes an elegant motion with his hand.
Jaspe: Cher, I know The Delta Pearl is never far from your mind. Although, I’ve taken a peek at your manuscript for Dead of Winter. You have much work to do, but don’t forget — there is more to life than work. Enjoy. Laissez les bons temps rouler! And never forget, cher — respect yourself.
Thank you, Jaspe. I will try.
Now that I’ve escaped that attempted “intervention,” I hope you’ll visit the amazing post that Dan Antion did for his vision of Emlyn’s homeland in Dead of Winter: Journey 1, Forlorn Peak.
(The link is just below the following paragraph.)
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