LilyQuillpot LilyQuillpotCharacter: Lily Quillpot
Background: Lily Quillpot is a scribe, transcriptionist, librarian, illustrator and aspiring novelist.
Quote: "Oh blast, running out of wax again. And my fingers are all pruney. If it all weren't so interesting, I'd be back on dry land in a jiff."
Known For: A readable hand and a clean illustration line.
Why, everybody knows that: Things have been much more confused since the ReopeningOfTheDoors.
Introduction: I was a ward of the HighCourt under the Lord Militant in my earlier youth, but my talents ran more in the direction of quills than swords, so I was apprenticed to the Chamber of Precedence, though its dusty realms were tedious to me, and I now work as a traveling scribe and transcriptionist, working on my own stories in my own time.
Thematic Scene
Prompting pages: NilloWixNight, HighGuard, WindowOfAudience.
I watched from among the trees of the WealArbor, my sandals amid piles of blood-red leaves, as I watched the DuchessFiredrake walk the PlainOfTheLabyrinth?.
As I was a new HarmonyWalker? at that time, I could see the Duchess was elaborating her steps and her turns, making more of each than I would or could. I had been warned not to get too far ahead of my attainment. It was easy to lose the thread, and merely walk the steps in rote, or as if it were a court dance, rather than an ancient rhythm of revelation.
Indeed, I was given clues on how to recognize the attainments in myself, but strictly enjoined from babble. If my question was "How?" or "Why?" or "What?", the answer was to be found in the steps, in the breaths, and in the harmonies, until the Chords were manifest in me, and with that inward knowledge, could I begin to ask questions of those others who had walked the paths so far.
Rather than fill my head with questions, I turned away from the Plain and looked up to see the last sanguine leaf fall from the tree above me. There were little exclamations from the others standing in the Arbor. For this was the last leaf; tonight was to be NilloWixNight.
I tucked away my tablet in its case, embossed with the Quern of Ice, that proverbial mill with its slow grinding that could wear away mountains. I knew that Francis, the young SkyKnight whom I had tutored in correspondence, geography and sums, had chosen the image in the manner of a joke at my expense, for I was unremitting until I had ground into him what he needed to know to be confirmed in his position in the HighGuard.
Tomorrow I would go with my Lady Senior to the WindowOfAudience and we would receive our passage-verses to the Deep Court. But tonight was NilloWixNight.
I stopped by my quarters to change to an evening robe, took one of the little LightningBottles from my stores to energize my discourager and clenched my fingers, watching the blue sparks dance from my fingernails. Satisfied, I tucked in a flask of ice-reduced sweet spirit, a hand globe, and a few other necessaries and went to join the night's amusements.
When my Lady Senior heard this story, she looked rather amused and asked to see my tablet case. She studied the decoration, looked at me closely, and studied the decoration again. She shaped a couple of words with her lips. Then she giggled. What do you suppose that was about? -- LQ
Name: Jeff Miller (Organizer of DeepCourtAndHighCourt)
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