Open: King Cleos Whitestream and the young councilman Linus Drinkwater are at supper in the dining hall of Evenground castle. The day is in its first cycle of sun sleep.
Linus: (Cuts into a pink slab of braised bison flank) I have to admit that I have never eaten this late before. But then again I have never hunted my own bison before either.
Cleos: It can be thrilling at first, but I find the...
I never knew what I would find at the Assiniboine carnival. I knew there would be clowns and jugglers and all things of that sort, but even then you never knew what would happen when all those players got in motion.
I never knew what I would find, but I never expected to find a reason to leave home.
I could bore you with my backstory, tell you how I had only ever wanted to be a writer and my par...
Cade: That was the weirdest show I have ever done. I mean the chairs are Hobbit sized, the floor is pale red and the noise from the ice machine fills the room.
Lena: I know. It’s like every time it made ice it was laughing!
Ashkan: At us or with us?
Lena: We’re comics, you better hope they are laughing at you! Dummy.
Cade: They don’t laugh when Ash is on.
Ashkan: Okay okay make fun, tha...
Greta: They’re something else aren’t they.
“Startled! Dante quickly fumbles his vial of Felix back into his pocket”
-Greta doesn’t notice
Dante: Hmm? The fish?
Greta: Yes the fish. They are River genies
-Oh good she didn’t notice
Dante: Yes. They are different.
Greta: Different to us because we have seen many different fish. To each other, they are the same.
- Dante silent and a lit...
No good deed goes unpunished
“Long ago before your time
Lived Waldhexe
Ragged clothes and bending spine
Was Waldhexe
She feeds off youth and old alike
Don’t try to run, no need to fight
Once in her grasp you’ll never leave
Old Waldhexe
Poor Waldhexe”
Dante finished reading and placed the old book down on the table beside him.
Gilly: What was all that?
Dante: That was an old nursery rhyme....
It came to me like snails come to gardens
Ready to consume
A trail of slime leads
Towards
Leaves and pine
This thing called living
The importance of it
Thee un-important parts of it
This thing that is death may move with haste or haste without
It may move slow to fill you with dread and doubt
We appreciate it cause we are it
Alive and dead to death
Yet we dance abreast
A flamenco of youth
To ...
