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Mauve Sun Climber
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The answers flood back dripping into my skull with the insistence of a returning tide, littering factoids and ideas among the recessed tide pools of private thought.
"They say he was away for a while, when he brought back the frog, erh the frog in the bag, for his sister he must have returned."
"Perhaps, but that was well on five days ago, where has hidden himself now?"
"They say, while he was out, he met a rival princess, was ill and apparently she helped him, also slept with him."
"What?"
Mistress grips our hand tightly, turning about to meet my eyes. We feel her gaze burrowing into us, probing, searching out the truth behind our mask.
"T-they say he feared impregnating her and thus spurned her advances.
"Did he?"
"Their current guess as to his whereabouts is, in returning from his outing he met an old friend and arranged a later meeting, maybe a night on the town?"
"Mmmm, it appears I shall have to examine his character more closely, perhaps I had gathered a rather... different impression of him?
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