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Marisand, obsequious

She frowned at him as at a noxious fug.

She frowned at him as at a noxious fug.

Aeronwy, shrugging

I must of course ask after Swyn, your father.

Her shoulders lifted in discarding shrug.

I think you’re well aware he’s just a bother.

“I must of course ask after Swyn, your father.”
Her shoulders lifted in discarding shrug.
“I think you’re well aware he’s just a bother.”

Dilys, taking umbrage

Well that description’s ineffectual!
Her father’s name I think you recognize:
distinguished arach intellectual,
my mentor, and a man I idolize.

Well that description’s ineffectual!
Her father’s name I think you recognize:
distinguished arach intellectual,
my mentor, and a man I idolize.

Dilys, idolizing Swyn

And my own father’s scornful opposition
to arach and to scholarly preparement
puts Swyn (to me) above him in position
and substitutes him as a better parent.

And my own father’s scornful opposition
to arach and to scholarly preparement
puts Swyn (to me) above him in position
and substitutes him as a better parent.

Marisand, still obsequious

From Marisand, then, Aeronwy slipped free.
He froze a moment and this made me smirk,
in brief tableau his bow was low to me.

From Marisand, then, Aeronwy slipped free.
He froze a moment and this made me smirk,
in brief tableau his bow was low to me.

Marisand, irritated

He straightened with an irritated jerk.

He straightened with an irritated jerk.