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[mansuetus]

[ Lucrezia is in one of the lounges! Sprawled on one of the sofas, fingers busy turning a pendent of gold in the shape of a sea-horse. There are no poems today, no joyful greetings, something is different. She looks more pensive than anything else but there is a shade of concern there as well as quiet annoyance.

When she speaks, her voice is devoid of any of it. Her eyes still focused on the sea-horse. ]

A riddle, Tranquility.

How to mourn for someone who does not deserve it?

If your duty demands it and you have no desire to - do all men need to be mourned for? Is it a a more grievous sin not to mourn than it is to speak false words of grievance?

[ a beat. ]

Perhaps I must fast again.

[ a moment later she puts down her necklace, smiles. ]

I would have a cup of wine with your answer, if any of you have some to spare. You will join me in the lounge.

[ and it is not a question. ]

Comments

[legiondary]

So, sort of like the mothers in the human Chantry, then. Some one called the Divine leads their church.

There's not much divine about ordinary people, if you ask me. They ought to have better things to do than picking on others.

[mansuetus]

Some things are divine, I think. But not things cardinals would approve of me speaking of.

[ grinning, grinning. ]

[legiondary]

[ she likes this woman already. sigrun shoots her a smirk. ]

We can agree there! They probably have sticks too far up their asses to have any concept of fun.

[mansuetus]

Most of them are terribly dull, except for my brother. But he never wished to be a cardinal, which speaks much of his character.

[legiondary]

It means he's not a stick-in-the-mud, at the very least! Why did he become one anyway, though?

[mansuetus]

Because my Father wished him to.

[ told him to, forced him to. ]