💫MMGJ-2.3🪞

🔥Conversation🌈

"Greetings."

"เ ค๓ ภ๏t ๏кคא. เ ค๓ ภ๏t ๏кคא. เ ค๓ ภ๏t ๏кคא. เค๓ภ๏t๏кคאเค๓ภ๏t๏кคא.. เ ค๓ ภ๏t ๏кคא," Epistle mumbled madly in her thoughts as she furiously scribbled onto feathers. "เ ค๓ ภ๏t ๏кคא. เค๓ภ๏t๏кคא. เค๓ภ๏t๏кคא..."

Clemency sighed solemnly and steadily walked closer to the cell bars. She stared into the cell observantly. Clemency's watery blue eyes lowered slightly whilst she held a expression akin to a cold statue there.

"Let's make a deal here," Clemency quietly suggested whilst Epistle quitted her mad ramblings. "Promise to keep a secret?"

Epistle turned her head around slowly.

With an confirmation through Epistle's nod, Clemency swiftly proceeded,"Excellent. Would you be willing to spy for me? I will provide benefits for you. What motivates you? Is it joy or passion for what you do?" A curious poke was made, despite that small poke.. It led to disinterest.

"No. Not at all," Epistle murmured dully, turning her head away promptly. "It's not either. Perhaps it's just the choice to do so that leads me to writing. In fact, it's all I do."

"Then why do you write?"

She said,"I've been a writer since forever and I always dreamed of writing Dewdrop's stories down.. In fact, it's just a sad hope." Epistle's vibrantly colourful hair was darker than usual whilst her eyes remained bright.

"What benefits do you want to have from this deal then?" Clemency inquired calmly. "All I need from you, is to be a spy for me."

With a glance of her orange eyes, Epistle sighed,"All I want is to resume my current occupation and appreciate art. That's what I want, at least. If I could ask for more, it would be to talk to my fellow cultists for the last time." Epistle then faced the ceiling with a wistful expression, lying on the bed.

"Oh and I would want my black ribbons to be returned," Epistle added with soft eyes. "It is rather insulting that Duke Acedia's been using them to make weird slingshots."

Clemency tilted her head curiously and answered,"Fortunately that's what Mirror's employer chose to do, as a punishment for you. It's much kinder than the other things that they had in mind. Execution was even brought up." Clemency stared at Epistle.

"I feel like I died that day," Epistle stated blankly, her orange eyes burning into the white ceiling. "My ribbons matter more than me. They were gifts that Dewdrop gave."

Her blue eyes widened in shock.

She stammered wildly,"W-Wait. Gifts of the original divine saviour that accepted my kind unconditionally?! The sweet saviour that had the nicest orange eyes?!" Clemency requested a cup of tea to her invisible force and sipped it in a few moments to relieve her wild mood from this conversation.

"Why are you so surprised? I always cared for Dewdrop. In fact, everyone around my age grew up with her," Epistle whispered. "There even exists old portraits of us all in the same setting. It's just her name is taboo, thanks to her impulsive, adventurous and ambitious nature that caused disasters."

Epistle got up slowly and held the cell bars.

The orange eyes met the blue eyes closely.

"Not to mention she caused the third one."

"The third one? What are you saying here?" Clemency questioned whilst her pond-like blues swirled about in suspicion. "In fact, what are you even suggesting here? That it isn't the first time an rebellious Dahlian acknowledged the flaws of their world?"

Her orange eyes dimmed and with a sigh,"I like to believe that willingly enjoying another world is dangerous. Why, this is the third iteration of you manifestations. It got to the point the Queen had to banish you all." Epistle spoke with a matter-of-fact tone.

"How scarily confusingly weird."