Dearly Bee-Loved
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Dearly Bee-Loved was a virtual representation of one of Eivor Varinsdottir's genetic memories, relived by Layla Hassan through the Portable Animus HR-8.5.
Description
Eivor came acoss a man standing on an old crumbling wall and investigated.
Dialogue
Eivor found a poet writing.
- 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.
- Eivor: The sweetness of honey on the tongue, with the danger of being stung. It is like love. Always a chance of losing.
Gill gave Eivor his letter.
- Gil's Love Letter:
O Starlight, my Starlight
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.
You haunt 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 willow.
I will await your answer at the northern beech tree at dusk.
Eivor headed towards the apiary.
- Eivor: Starlight, Starlight. Which of these keepers of the bees fits Gill's poems?
Eivor approached one of the beekeepers.
- 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 another of the keepers.
- 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 a third keeper.
- 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.
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: I have delivered the letter. Now to see if Gill has met his match.
Eivor followed him to the meeting. Serle 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 ther are like the...
- Gill: Your lashes! Why they're beautiful, but they are a candle in the brilliance og your hands. So warm and strong in mine...
- Eivor: Good for you, Gill. Best of luck to you both.
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 would go unanswered.