{Sione} Pearl of Wisdom
I have never, never been so infuriated in all my life...
Nor have I ever felt so helpless, save once, but we don't speak of that anymore now, do we? No, no. I have a wonderful husband who loves me with all the passion the world has to offer. No need to speak of that anymore...
But oh the Goblin Market. I knew it was a bad idea, but I also knew no amount of decrees would keep a few of the members of my court or commoners aside from creeping onto the market grounds. Better to let them do it in plain sight and be able to defend them if necessary. Only a few of the older ones, Sedgewick... possibly Dunc... Erik, and possibly the other Nockers would know the rules and trials one could face in the market.
Hell, I wouldn't have gone either had it not been for that thrice damned Dream Merchant... Oooh, he could burn hot in hell for the next hundred cycles, if there are even that many left, and it wouldn't be enough for my contentment.
I knew, I knew I shouldn't have helped Kevin, but I couldn't just leave him there to rot to those filthy, ill-begotten goblin hands and just not do anything. Don't steal him, Sione. Don't you dare try to steal him back. Don't play their games... Do not dishonor yourself to your Code.
So I didn't. I made a permanent facsimile of him to trade in his place. A perfect replica in all aspects. Damn close to my finest one yet, next to that sinister ring. They would never miss the goat. So I did as my race name implies and made a changeling of it. Ai, gods, he should have run when he had the chance with those goat legs of his, but no... had to go get yourself caught again, didn't you, Nicely? And then that ridiculous false Goblin Code landed on my head!
By all that's... ohhh, if I could have taken them all down right then I would have given myself over to the Rage... Ah, but you say that, Sione. You don't mean it though, do you? No, no. Always containing yourself, always the noble, always... Damn being Seelie sometimes...
But that's done, that's over... you played along with their little games and in the end it won you something greater. Something you needed. Nevermind what they took in return. It was as fair a trade as could be managed. The only thing that sits bitter on your tongue is that you had to deal with him. After all your fine words of leaving the barony free of his vile elixirs, and in the end you were the only one to give in. But you had to, didn't you? Didn't you?
...what did I trade him anyway?
Nor have I ever felt so helpless, save once, but we don't speak of that anymore now, do we? No, no. I have a wonderful husband who loves me with all the passion the world has to offer. No need to speak of that anymore...
But oh the Goblin Market. I knew it was a bad idea, but I also knew no amount of decrees would keep a few of the members of my court or commoners aside from creeping onto the market grounds. Better to let them do it in plain sight and be able to defend them if necessary. Only a few of the older ones, Sedgewick... possibly Dunc... Erik, and possibly the other Nockers would know the rules and trials one could face in the market.
Hell, I wouldn't have gone either had it not been for that thrice damned Dream Merchant... Oooh, he could burn hot in hell for the next hundred cycles, if there are even that many left, and it wouldn't be enough for my contentment.
I knew, I knew I shouldn't have helped Kevin, but I couldn't just leave him there to rot to those filthy, ill-begotten goblin hands and just not do anything. Don't steal him, Sione. Don't you dare try to steal him back. Don't play their games... Do not dishonor yourself to your Code.
So I didn't. I made a permanent facsimile of him to trade in his place. A perfect replica in all aspects. Damn close to my finest one yet, next to that sinister ring. They would never miss the goat. So I did as my race name implies and made a changeling of it. Ai, gods, he should have run when he had the chance with those goat legs of his, but no... had to go get yourself caught again, didn't you, Nicely? And then that ridiculous false Goblin Code landed on my head!
By all that's... ohhh, if I could have taken them all down right then I would have given myself over to the Rage... Ah, but you say that, Sione. You don't mean it though, do you? No, no. Always containing yourself, always the noble, always... Damn being Seelie sometimes...
But that's done, that's over... you played along with their little games and in the end it won you something greater. Something you needed. Nevermind what they took in return. It was as fair a trade as could be managed. The only thing that sits bitter on your tongue is that you had to deal with him. After all your fine words of leaving the barony free of his vile elixirs, and in the end you were the only one to give in. But you had to, didn't you? Didn't you?
...what did I trade him anyway?