The Centre of Curiosity

The Centre of Curiosity
Heavy bandages obscure the faces of the wheezing group huddling around you. One clasps your arm. It's unclear whether it's for support, or she's attempting some degree of reassurance. "You off to the Tomb-Colonies, petal? Bit young for that, aren't you? Unless… oh, what have you been up to? Was it wicked?"

Share your triumph
You wrote one of the Neath's grandest operas; you drove the Court into a frenzy. That's all. They want to hear it? Well…

Engage them with a different tune
Why tell them the story of your exile, when you can invent something even better?

Leave it to the imagination
You said all you needed to in Court. Anything they could conjure up will only improve your reputation.





Act as a mirror
Informing them of your scandals will teach you nothing. But if you could learn their stories? Why, that's another matter altogether.