Kalush has been up for a while, hands curled around a cup of tea and frowning at her daughter, sitting across the table and refusing adamantly to sleep
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He does, after he's seen Jaenelle home, and finds the door open. A little sigh - at least, his new family members have the ability to conceal the worst. He would hate to see the most adorable little girl in the world cry because of a grotesque like him.
His mood is much more sober - and so he only peeks a little, wondering why the door be open so late.
"I did not think you were," he replies with a smile. He pauses, dramatically.
"The story starts on a moonless night, in fact, and that in itself is rather intriguing. My works were done, and I was ready for many adventures, my pack ready and my instruments in check."
"To visit a friend, my love, where else?" He smiles, pleased for a chance to test his recent works. "Dyrcona had just returned from the Moon, but you see, it had never been done before, he was the first, and so there was a great deal of trepidation around this first trip."
T: Edited because truly inspired from Cyrano's Voyage to the Moon. (The writer, not the character. Haha)
"Dyrcona was, or rather, had just returned - and I had just heard of his arrival, and wanted to hear the tale, thinking I might make it into a book, one day. So I went - but I shall spare you the details of the trip, ma petite, because they are much less interesting than his own."
"Yes, yes, chaton, I am getting there, but I should tell you first perhaps about the means he used to get there, because they are very particular. Shall I?" He smiles, mischievously.
"Well then. It seems my friend, Dyrcona, mad as a madhatter and stubborn as a Warlord Prince, had tried many different ways before he chose the one he employed. In the end, perhaps it was for sheer virtue of poetry, he opted to use dew drops in small bottles, and as it was picked by the sun's brazen rays, he ascended to the firmament."
So Cyrano continues the tale, as he is uninterrupted. "But he was rising too fast, you see, Ariana. There were, he realized, too many bottles attached to his belt. And so he broke several, and found himself falling back to the ground. The place where he landed was similar to where he'd started, but on arrival..."
He chuckles, pleased with the effect. "On arrival, many people who were there suddenly ran, as though they had been transformed into birds. He barely had time to note that they were nude as new born babes, before they vanished into the woods."
"Not at all, but maybe Dyrcona was, my flower." He grins. "And so he tried to find people, and came by an wood cabin. He knocked on the door, to find an old man.
-Pray tell, good sir, where have I landed? -But in France, Monsieur, in France. -In France? But what are were these people who so fled me? -Savages of course. This is Nouvelle-France.
His mood is much more sober - and so he only peeks a little, wondering why the door be open so late.
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"The story starts on a moonless night, in fact, and that in itself is rather intriguing. My works were done, and I was ready for many adventures, my pack ready and my instruments in check."
He stops, to give Ariana a chance to interject.
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T: Edited because truly inspired from Cyrano's Voyage to the Moon. (The writer, not the character. Haha)
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Kalush is smothering a laugh, her eyes shining, pleased.
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He pauses a second, for suspense.
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Another pause - to keep the audience awake.
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-Pray tell, good sir, where have I landed?
-But in France, Monsieur, in France.
-In France? But what are were these people who so fled me?
-Savages of course. This is Nouvelle-France.
He was very confused."
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