[P] to say what others cannot utter

[Pavetta]

p a v e t t a - - - “I request an audience with the king,” Pavetta told the guards at the door. “If he has returned from the Summit." One nodded and disappeared behind the door, elegant emerald dyed cloak swishing behind him. The other guard remained in position, silent and motionless as as a statue. Rather then engage a boring statue in dull conversation, she paced on the threshold, cloven hooves making a hollow, clipped sound on the cool marble and echoing throughout the hall.  Pavetta wished she was here for other reasons--less serious--idle chat and companionship. It would be nice to watch the dawn turn from a blushing gray to dusty rose to sherbert melon from the balcony; talking about things that did not really matter but did because they had taken the time out their day to say it to each other, and that meant something. She had not seen Somnus since the herd meeting; did not know what details had been written into his life that she had missed. He was busy leading a kingdom, a regime, and the people--speaking to gods on mountaintops.  She had climbed the peak that day herself in the hopes of finding answers but had descended with more questions, more riddles. What went on behind that ancient door on the mountain? There had been no meeting yet; no announcements. She had milled around aimlessly with the other lemmings on the cliffs—mindlessly and senselessly driven towards something they could not explain; though it could have very well meant their deaths. A mystery to all what may or may not have transpired. But that was neither here nor there. Pavetta paced the empty marble halls this gray dawn for a different matter; one that did not concern cryptic gods or towering peaks. Rather, a petition of sorts.   a pearl in pigshit, a diamond on the finger of a rotting corpse, creature in whom nothing, but nothing, remains of an elven woman ---

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