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[mansuetus]

You may forget but let me say this to you; someone will remember us, even in another time.

[ that is actually all that you're getting today, Tranquility. Someone is perhaps pensive. You may find her in one of the lounges, playing idly with her mask, black feathered and formidably beautiful. ]

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[tumbleweeds]

[ She's wandering, trying to cool off before she ends up heading down to medical to smother Neal with his own pillow. Typically she doesn't pay that much attention to whoever she passes, but the feathers catch her eye and Jaye pauses before approaching, hands in the pockets of her leather jacket. ]

Do you know what kind of feathers those are?

[ They're pretty, is all. ]

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[suddenlycaptain]

Is that an Earth thing?

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[soothing]

That's familiar but I can't quite put my finger on where I've heard it.

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[bruxisms]

More poetry, my lady?

[cl_cl_claudius]

And so her prediction is proved true, as is this: Although only breath, words which I speak are immortal.

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[wolfinthesnow]

Who are you like to recall?

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[mansuetus]

I think they are from a raven; perhaps a black swan.

[ she turns it in her hands, evidently fascinated with the thing. ]

They are handsome, are they not? I received it from the ship. It is a bit too simple for a masquerade but pretty nonetheless.

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[mansuetus]

The poem? It is, indeed. It is of a woman named Sappho who came from Greece of Earth, indeed.

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[mansuetus]

Sappho; you must have read her verses before. They are taught in my realm and she is favored by many.

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[mansuetus]

A fragment of a poem, my Lord. A piece of a puzzle of the soul of Sappho.

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[mansuetus]

I am not one to forget, Jon Snow. I would recall those who left an impression upon me and while there were not many in Rome, there were many here. I do not think that I would forget this Tranquility, even in another time.

[mansuetus]

And you would be remembered too, even in another time. What an odd thing to know. I think it to be the highest of compliments.

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[wolfinthesnow]

We will be but a dream.

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[grandseigneur]

You have quite a fondness for Sappho.

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[tumbleweeds]

That would make sense. They're gorgeous.

[ Jaye laughs a little. ]

Nicer than the one I got, anyway -- it was kind of cool on the outside but inside it had spikes.

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[suddenlycaptain]

Greece. They had a lot of mythology, didn't they? There are still some things named after their gods.

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[soothing]

Oh, that's right! I'm sorry, it's been a few years.

[cl_cl_claudius]

Whether it can be considered a compliment might depend on how one will be remembered. Sappho is remembered for her lovely songs, but most of us are known for our actions, and historians are apt to put words in the mouths of their subjects. I suppose it is a question of whether one leaves sufficient record of one's life, so that one's own voice may speak clearly to distant posterity.

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[upheld]

You believe so?

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[thenormalsquint]

My friends will. At home, they definitely will.

[If anything, Angela knows that for sure.]

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[mansuetus]

Spikes? How cruel. Whomever gave these to us was not proficient in the art of humor.

[ to try and hurt a beautiful lady is a downright crime, after all. Beauty is a thing highly appreciated in Rome, especially by Lucrezia. ]

I do not have a gown to wear this with. I avoid black; it reminds me too much of death.

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[mansuetus]

Many Gods and many stories. And all these are alive still, indeed; even in little things. Have you heard their tales? Of wonderful Apollo and Zeus and Hera?

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[mansuetus]

Do not apologize. You know of her and that alone has brought a smile onto my lips. A rather radiant one, truly; I am only describing it since you cannot see me. Not many know of her aboard this ship.

[mansuetus]

But you, my friend. You will be remembered fondly, even in Lucrezia Borgia's time.

And Lucrezia Borgia is uncertain she will be remembered fondly as well.

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[mansuetus]

Some dreams are sweet and lasting, Jon Snow; and we shall remember them and take comfort in them for many years. If you must be a dream then you shall be a dream I will cherish.