The Shade of Attlemoore
Mercy for Dame Summer
Feminine voice, warm and inviting - your best friend in the whole world.
Dame Summer is one of the four seasons that act as the rightful gods of the setting. They are gods in the Greek sense however, and are thus quite flawed and eternally in toxic and jealous relationships with each other.
Dame Summer is a free-spirited 'gals-gal' who loves hyping people up and living in the moment. Unfortunately, she's also prone to living a little too much in the moment, and frequently makes cosmically bad choices based on little more than fleeting whims.
1109 Words
- female adult
(Affectionate) Ah, the season with a darling heart. Spring! Thou hast finally found me. I knew t'would be so. I needed only to call thee with Summer's song. A thousand years I've sang, but I so often lost myself in the light of mine court. A milennia gone. Frolicked away in waiting.
(Warm, adventurous) Thou shalt set out upon this journey with full intention of seeing it through. Draw upon thyself, thy wits, thy strength. Set forth as though thou shalt receive nothing from the fair Dame Summer. And yet, thou shalt, for we will both be freely generous to one another. This is the way of the warm months, of dances, festivals and the best memories of life.
(Shocked, dismayed and saddened) A-autumn, what's this? The vines in your court doth wither, the leaves crumble to dust. Oh, my love, the flowers!
