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| | type = World Event | | | type = World Event |
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| | next = [[Lady of The Lake]] | | | next = [[Lady of the Lake]] |
| | source = [[Eivor Varinsdottir]] | | | source = [[Eivor Varinsdottir]] |
| | location = [[Gloucester|Glowecestre]], [[Gloucestershire|Glowecestrescire]], [[Mercia]] | | | location = [[Gloucester|Glowecestre]], [[Gloucestershire|Glowecestrescire]], [[Mercia]] |
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| ==Description== | | ==Description== |
| [[Eivor Varinsdottir|Eivor]] came acoss a [[Gill|man]] standing on an old crumbling wall and investigated. | | [[Eivor Varinsdottir|Eivor]] came acoss a man standing on an old crumbling wall and investigated. |
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| ==Dialogue== | | ==Dialogue== |
| TBA
| | Eivor found a poet writing atop a ruined battlement. |
| :'''Gil's Love Letter''':<br />''O Starlight, my Starlight<br /><br />I cannot bear the weight of my devotion. It pulls on my chest like a great beast, tearing me asunder from my ribs to my lips.<br /><br />You hant my every waking hour. Your features so delicate, God himself must have painted them on with a fine brush. Your hair splays, bounces, falls, in great locks of bracken tresses. Whose eyes are that of as soft as a young calf and limbs as loose as a summer wilow.<br /><br />I will await your answer at the northern beech tree at dusk.'' | | *'''[[Gill]]:''' ''O Starlight, my Starlight. A swift death by a sharp sting separates up, both by lip and by heart.'' |
| | *'''Eivor:''' ''Whether by land or by sea, we never shall part.'' |
| | *'''Gill:''' ''A fellow romantic soul. Perhaps you might be able to aid my plight.'' |
| | *'''Eivor:''' ''What ails you?'' |
| | *'''Gill:''' ''A witch told me that one sting from the fuzzy little demon would steal my breath! But! My love keeps bees!'' |
| | *'''Eivor:''' ''You cannot deliver your love letter because there are bees in the way? I could carry it for you.'' |
| | *'''Gill:''' ''If you would do this kindness for Gill, then you must be a kindred spirit. Do you also enjoy the stamen AND the petal?'' |
| | *'''Eivor:''' ''I enjoy much of many things.'' |
| | *'''Gill:''' ''I had a feeling you would understand! I've painted my love in words in this letter. Let your romantic heart guide you.'' |
| | *'''Eivor:''' ''If I find this love of yours, I will deliver your feelings. I am sure your words will lead me to your heart's desire.'' |
| | *'''Gill:''' ''Thank you! O, thank you, stranger! I shall call you Sunshine, for you broke through the clouds of my loneliness.'' |
| | Gill gave Eivor his letter. |
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| | |Title=Gil's Love Letter |
| | |Text=O Starlight, my Starlight<br /><br />I cannot bear the weight of my devotion. It pulls on my chest like a great beast, tearing me asunder from my ribs to my lips.<br /><br />You haunt my every waking hour. Your features so delicate, [[Christianity|God]] himself must have painted them on with a fine brush. Your hair splays, bounces, falls, in great locks of bracken tresses. Whose eyes are that of as soft as a young calf and limbs as loose as a summer willow.<br /><br />I will await your answer at the northern beech tree at dusk.}} |
| | Eivor thought to herself while she reviewed the letter and her task. |
| | *'''Eivor:''' ''The sweetness of [[honey]] on the tongue, with the danger of being stung. It is like love. Always a chance of losing.'' |
| | :Eivor may have spoken to Gill once more before leaving, repeating his poem before addressing Eivor. |
| | :*'''Gill:''' ''O Starlight, my Starlight. A swift death by a sharp sting separates up, both by lip and by heart. Have you given my letter to my beekeeping love? The hive is not far!'' |
| | Eivor headed towards the apiary south of the ruined battlement. |
| | *'''Eivor:''' ''Starlight, Starlight. Which of these keepers of the bees fits Gill's poems?'' |
| | Eivor approached the brown-haired beekeeper. |
| | *'''Eivor:''' ''Would you say that your hair could be described as "bracken colored tresses"?'' |
| | *'''[[Serle]]:''' ''I beg your pardon?'' |
| | *'''Eivor:''' ''It matters not, return to your work.'' |
| | Eivor approached the female beekeeper. |
| | *'''Eivor:''' ''Would you say that you are cow-eyed and willow-limbed?'' |
| | *'''[[Mille]]:''' ''O-o! I suppose! I'm not sure what that means, but it is pretty. Are you composing a poem in my likeness?'' |
| | *'''Eivor:''' ''My mistake. Apologies.'' |
| | Eivor approached the bald beekeeper. |
| | *'''Eivor:''' ''Do you consider yourself a man who had features so delicate that God himself must have painted them on with a fine brush?'' |
| | *'''[[Warin]]:''' ''Yes.'' |
| | *'''Eivor:''' ''Forgive my intrusion.'' |
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| | Having spoken to all possible candidates, Eivor spoke to one of them again and handed over the letter. |
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| | |-|Serle= |
| | Eivor then returned to Serle. |
| | *'''Serle:''' ''You've returned. Did you forget something?'' |
| | Eivor gave Serle the letter. |
| | *'''Eivor:''' ''An admirer of yours asked me to deliver a letter.'' |
| | *'''Serle:''' ''I know these words. I've kept the brothers of this letter beneath my pillow. To finally meet my Secret Bard... I must go.'' |
| | Serle left. Eivor thought to herself. |
| | *'''Eivor:''' ''I have delivered the letter. Now to see if Gill has met his match.'' |
| | Eivor followed Serle to the meeting. He sat down besides Gill. |
| | *'''Serle:''' ''I've kept your letters under my pillow to give me dreams as sweet as your words. Now I know, my love is sweet as apples.'' |
| | *'''Gill:''' ''My Starlight, it's as if my heart is to burst with this happiness. My love requited.'' |
| | *'''Serle:''' ''Now tell me more of my lashes and how they are like the...'' |
| | *'''Gill:''' ''Your lashes! Why they're beautiful, but they are a candle in the brilliance of your hands. So warm and strong in mine...'' |
| | *'''Eivor:''' ''Good for you, Gill. Best of luck to you both.'' |
| | |-|Mille= |
| | Eivor then returned to Mille. |
| | *'''Eivor:''' ''Hello again.'' |
| | *'''Mille:''' ''The wandering poet! Hullo again!'' |
| | Eivor gave Mille the letter. |
| | *'''Eivor:''' ''Not me, but an admirer who prefers to remain secret until you two can meet. I have a letter with more details.'' |
| | *'''Mille:''' ''O, goodness! Many thanks. I cannot wait to meet my admirer!'' |
| | Eivor thought to herself. |
| | *'''Eivor:''' ''I have delivered the letter. Now to see if Gill has met his match.'' |
| | Eivor followed Mille to the meeting. |
| | *'''Mille:''' ''Ew! Gill! This had better be in jest! Because if you are writing me love letters, that is vile, and I am telling Mother!'' |
| | Mille began accosting Gill, who struggled to get a word in edgewise. |
| | *'''Gill:''' ''Millie! Stop! The letter wasn't for you!'' |
| | Eivor realized her efforts did not work as planned and thought to herself as she walked away. |
| | *'''Eivor:''' ''Sorry, Gill, looks like you will have to face your love yourself. Best of luck.'' |
| | |-|Warin= |
| | Eivor then returned to Warin. |
| | *'''Eivor:''' ''Hello again.'' |
| | Eivor gave Warin the letter. |
| | *'''Eivor:''' ''Then I have a letter for you.'' |
| | *'''Warin:''' ''Thank you.'' |
| | Eivor thought to herself. |
| | *'''Eivor:''' ''I have delivered the letter. Now to see if Gill has met his match.'' |
| | Eivor followed Warin to the meeting. |
| | *'''Gill:''' ''W-Well, hello. This is quite the surprise.'' |
| | *'''Warin:''' ''You've got a beautiful heart and a mastery of verse. But, I do not return your feelings, Gill. But, Serle fancies you. I understand if you do not want his company. He isn't very handsome.'' |
| | *'''Gill:''' ''He does? The lad with the hair of bracken and smoldering gaze? Serle, you say? I must compose another letter!'' |
| | Eivor realized her efforts did not work as planned and thought to herself as she walked away. |
| | *'''Eivor:''' ''Sorry, Gill, looks like you will have to face your love yourself. Best of luck.'' |
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| ==Outcome== | | ==Outcome== |
| Eivor delivered the love letter to Gill's true love, [[Serle]]. If Eivor delivered the letter to either [[Warin]] or [[Mille]] Gill's love goes unanswered. | | Eivor delivered the love letter to Gill's true love, Serle. If Eivor delivered the letter to either Warin or Mille, Gill's love would go unanswered. |
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| ==References== | | ==References== |
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| [[Category:Memories of Eivor Varinsdottir]] | | [[Category:Memories of Eivor Varinsdottir]] |
| [[Category:Memories relived using the Animus HR-8.5]] | | [[Category:Memories relived using the Animus HR-8.5]] |
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