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[October 8] [Original] Fool and Wisdom
Title: Fool and Wisdom
Day/Theme: October 8- I know not one joke
Series: Original (Strange and Awkward)
Character/Pairing: Dahy, Xephos
Rating: PG
Bright red and gold patterns, not quite a motley but close enough to be mistaken for one in a pirouette (he is ever the showman, I find). “Thought that the Fool might be a good guise this year,” he says, grinning all the while. With his three-pointed hat and bells and shoes, I feel that he cannot help but look the part.
(another twirl, and gold brown flame burning, torn, red edge alone, drawn to no no non pushed aside)
“At last you’ve come into your own colours,” I say, voice steady. “And what had you thought I should play? No Judy, I’ll have you know.”
He laughs. “Now that would be a sight to see!” he exclaims. “But I am a plain Fool, seeking- certainly mischief, on this night of nights, if no other! But also, perchance, I may seek a ladle of wisdom- the Emperor, perhaps, or even the Magician, however it should please you.”
“The counterbalance of age and knowledge,” I say, and nod. “The colours, too, I assume.”
He taps his head. “And hair,” he says, with something of an air of apology.
I give him another nod, and turn to see what I have. That would have changed in any case.
Day/Theme: October 8- I know not one joke
Series: Original (Strange and Awkward)
Character/Pairing: Dahy, Xephos
Rating: PG
Bright red and gold patterns, not quite a motley but close enough to be mistaken for one in a pirouette (he is ever the showman, I find). “Thought that the Fool might be a good guise this year,” he says, grinning all the while. With his three-pointed hat and bells and shoes, I feel that he cannot help but look the part.
(another twirl, and gold brown flame burning, torn, red edge alone, drawn to no no non pushed aside)
“At last you’ve come into your own colours,” I say, voice steady. “And what had you thought I should play? No Judy, I’ll have you know.”
He laughs. “Now that would be a sight to see!” he exclaims. “But I am a plain Fool, seeking- certainly mischief, on this night of nights, if no other! But also, perchance, I may seek a ladle of wisdom- the Emperor, perhaps, or even the Magician, however it should please you.”
“The counterbalance of age and knowledge,” I say, and nod. “The colours, too, I assume.”
He taps his head. “And hair,” he says, with something of an air of apology.
I give him another nod, and turn to see what I have. That would have changed in any case.