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Posted: Wed Feb 15, 2017 6:17 pm
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Once Temperance had made up her mind to do something, she was hard to deter. Like a dog worrying a bone, she gnawed and gnawed on the idea until it snapped. The marrow of it all was this: she'd seen the rot on the trees, the change in the air. And, since she was here to stay, it behooved her to actually care about it. There were a few people she could question about it, but even fewer who might have useful information. Those few were almost made entirely up of people whom Temperance did not trust. But, she decided, a new year, a new here - and they didn't know of her status. The only uncertain factor in her quest was the where.
So, she was browsing pieces at a gallery. This wasn't her normal haunt; Temperance's general idea of art was video game concept prints. It was, however, carefully calculated to be one of the most likely places to bump into him. She almost reached out to straighten a frame before catching herself, thin finger curling in on themselves. It was intentionally crooked, terrible. Temperance checked her watch and glanced around the gallery. Surely, he would come. If not, she'd move on. She had the whole evening, after all.
Luckily for her, she did not have to move on. Temperance allowed him a bit before approaching. "Ah, Mr Leroux," she said. "I was wondering if you had a moment."
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Posted: Tue Feb 21, 2017 3:29 pm
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"Theoretically, yes," said Renard. "Practically, no." He didn't elaborate for a long minute.
He said, "Sunny is my daughter, but I didn't choose the manner of her birth. I have no desire to be her father; parenthood isn't something I'm wired for, and she is an exceptionally difficult child to love. My intention was to provide for her a better life, but one where she was not mine. I thought this would work, as the sigil and Sunny herself were consequences of the cage created to bind me. As the focal point of the thing which created the void, I should have had more ability to warp the sigil. I did not."
With a sigh, Renard said, "One of the principals is missing, is my assumption. I have spoken to none of them, so I can't be sure who. Likely the one representing the tree in the sigil, as the issues seem limited to trees alone..." He trailed off.
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