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60 Fire, 1604

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Tomohiko: Our investigative reporters have just found out that Gisele Tyrene--

Darklocke: Don't you mean Giselle?

T: *sigh* I'm successfully back from the dead, Darky - that joke isn't. Anyways, we've just discovered that she's studying to become a dreamwalker!

D: Great. Hasn't she been doing that all year?

T: Really?

D: Yes.

T: Well, considering what we pay our reporters, I guess it figures they're not exactly prompt.

D: They're just confused. The way Seers scatter trying to meet, they probably got lost in the mix.

T: So do we know why she's studying dreamwalking?

D: Well, I do happen to know she's always dreaming about me, so--

T: Maybe fewer people in the dream realm misspell her name as much.

D: No, seriously, just the other night, she was asleep in her cabin, and she starts crying out, "oh, Darklocke, couplet for me again!"

T: I didn't want to know that. Wait, what were you doing in--

D: I'll have you know I can turn a woman to putty with my sonnets.

T: Kinda like how Drago does it, huh?

D: ... How did you find that out?

T: Anyways, apparently she's looking for something in the dream realm--

D: Maybe her twin sister, Giselle!--

T: --or a good poet.

D: Ouch, you wound me.

T: Right. But something's preventing her from making progress in her search.

D: Pining for Sebastian.

T: Don't mix roles. No, I'm thinking she could just use a little help along in the right direction.

D: Ah, the gift that keeps on giving--

T: Character Points!     D: Sonnets!

T: What?     D: What?

T: Character points, you stalker.

D: Ah, yes, of course! Like a spiritual gift certificate for the dreamwalker you just can't shop for!

T: Exactly. So some of us have gathered some essence together, put a nice imaginary bow on it, and sent it along her way.

D: Me, I haven't the points to spare... if I'm ever back in New Galen, however, keep an ear open for a sonnet!

T: Look, why don't I just subject her to a death haiku and save us the effort?

D: You do know I'm still looking for a Remove Curse for that?

T: What, you think I'm cursed to write bad poetry?

D: No, my ears shriveled up and fell off, rather than listen to your haiku.

T: Well, we're out of time; that one's Darklocke, impoverished (in more ways than one!) poet extraordinaire.

D: And that's Tomo, who can't figure out if he's alive or not.