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M A N O N
A meeting was called. She heard the summons from her usual isolated spot by the cliffs, the Queen's call to bring every soul from their crevices and into some cramped space - and in a crowd, no doubt. Manon twisted her lips as if she could choose to stay in the pleasant silence of the clifftop, but ended up turning smoothly and swiftly setting a pace toward the gathering. Arriving upon the outskirts she saw the herd gathered, opalescent eyes flicking from one member to another... she knew almost none of them. Through passing, yes, but she'd never been introduced or spoken to. It was through no fault of theirs - and she certainly wasn't foolish enough to blame them for her own silent withdrawal, but here were strangers. Kind strangers, for the most part - but strangers all the same. She listened to the announcements with a careful ear, though her focus lay for the most part on the gentle relief of a birdsong breeze in her soft silver hair. There was little part in these proceedings for a woman of no standing, save for that interesting announcement of rankings - perhaps she wouldn't leave empty handed after all.
The flutter of a soft mint scarf caught her sharp eye, and Manon found herself turning to gaze at Toulouse from across the crowd. He, too, stood far enough back that she could see the distaste in his stature. She began to snake her way purposefully toward the charming man, listening with both amusement and curiosity as she approached. She had already agreed to become a sneak underneath his careful instruction, though she had not yet made such an announcement to anyone but the two of them. Drawing up next to the Specter, she said simply; "East it is, Toulouse." Manon paused a moment, and then raised her voice enough that it could be heard by the King and Queen. "I have chosen to become a sleuth, under the careful tutelage of Toulouse." Her long limbs shifted slightly as she finished, having said her piece.
heavy as a feather when - you hit the dirt
@TOULOUSE
