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[breathoflight]

private - Admiral.

Dear Admiral,

For Alex, I ask that he be given a blade balanced for him and a shield with his family coat of arms painted upon it. If one does not exist for his family, then I would request that one be designed for him. I should also ask that he be given a symbol of faith. So that he might remember to always believe in himself. For Peter I would ask that he be given leather armor. It should be something light, but sturdy so that he may still move about. Although Chris and I have not spoken much of late, I would also ask for him to be given armor that would be suitable to his preferences.

I believe that the Lady Morgana should be given dresses and garments more befitting a woman of her station and some jewelry to match. For my inmate, Marquis de Carabas, I ask that he be given a pocketwatch. I also ask that he be given a rat or two. I am not certain of what to ask for Dean, so I suppose I will leave it up to your discretion. I should like for him to receive something that reminds him of home in a pleasant way.

Sincerely,
Snow White
Queen of Tabor

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[Snow can be found just about anywhere on the Barge. But typically she can be found keeping her skills with a blade sharp in the CTS, wandering the Sanctuary of Tabor in the CES, praying or sitting quietly in the chapel, or sitting out on the deck.]

Comments

[mattersverymuch]

A landmark of London Above. Great big clock tower. It tells the lie of linear time.

That and it's an eyesore.

[Not sewery enough.]

[breathoflight]

[Snow won't even pretend to fully understand.]

I don't imagine that anyone will allow you to crash the ship into a landmark.

[mattersverymuch]

Not unless I make them.

But I don't think I'd make a good brutal monster. Subtlety is strength. It would be a last resort.

[breathoflight]

[Snow nods.]

It would be wise to stick to your strengths. But I might suggest you use them for more productive things than the destruction of property or persons.

[mattersverymuch]

You've advised me as much before.

[He doesn't sound particularly perturbed by it this time, though. There's something noticeably different about him. More contemplative, less stubborn. Though not by much.]

[breathoflight]

[Snow looks back over at de Carabas with a slight cant to her head.]

It would appear as though perhaps you've thought about it some.

[mattersverymuch]

Not much to do here but think, my lady.

[Not an honest answer to her question. But also a yes.]

[breathoflight]

You don't really expect me to believe that all you ever do with your time is think.

[Gurl.]

[mattersverymuch]

You'll believe what you want to believe, I'm sure.

[Gurl.]

[breathoflight]

A pity it is not always the same as what you would prefer, isn't it?

[mattersverymuch]

Very much of one. I'll have to complain to the management.

[Namely a god he doesn't believe in. What a quandary.]

[breathoflight]

[Snow laughs.]

I should like to see that letter of complaint.

[mattersverymuch]

You wouldn't. It would be excessively rude and offend your delicate sensibilities.

[breathoflight]

Delicate sensibilities?

[She raises a good-natured eyebrow at that.]

[mattersverymuch]

You know. Queenly sensibilities.

[Never mind that any good queen could beat you up. He's really struggling not to grin now.]

[breathoflight]

Queenly sensibilities are anything but delicate.

[mattersverymuch]

Well. If the queen's any good, I suppose.

[breathoflight]

You should be mindful of what you're insinuating.

[mattersverymuch]

Oh, my lady. I always am.

[breathoflight]

[She shakes her head with a fond smile.]

Do you intend on joining me in prayer, de Carabas, or do you have more questions?

[mattersverymuch]

No more questions, my lady.

[He rises. It's almost respectful.]

I'll leave you to it.