21 May 2011 @ 09:51 pm
Amber: Shades of Amber ~ Session 9 ~ 23 April 2011  
After spending months of fast-time in almost perfect isolation from my cousins, staring at my easel and paints, now I find myself in a different sort of solitude. I inhabit an inelegant pavilion on a woodsy knoll overlooking Forest Arden. Arrayed in front of me on a low table are the portraits in miniature of my family, on which I have labored so long. These are my trumps… of which the other decks are but copies. On these I have lavished much attention and, dare I say it, love.

I have heard tell from Julian that other decks of trumps once existed, depicting his brothers and sisters, his father, his grandfather. Mordecai has a complete set of these, and spares he collected from the Eidolon. I haven't been given a lengthy opportunity to study these. Dworkin is no longer about, possibly even dead.

I am now the family's artist.
Mood: artistic
Music: Battlestar Galactica: Season 1 - Bear McCreary