Some golden afternoon, as the late summer sun slants over the parquet floors of the hallways, Phedre might hear an elegant female voice singing a graceful air, her warm, silvery notes floating through the open spaces of the Mansion, like a gentle siren's call. If she follows the voice, it might lead her to a south-facing salon. In a pool of light ( Read more... )

One's relationship with one's accompanist can be complicated and Mag has thought for Aramat have become no exception. She has thought of the lady of the poisonous blossoms as a friend and confidante, but she finds her heart is yearning for more than that ( Read more... )

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Steerpike/Mag
Aramat/Mag
Feenie/Mag