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Oct 07, 2008 20:46

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ten_feet_below October 8 2008, 01:53:06 UTC
The appropriate phrase, to be precise, is 'quiet . . . . FOR NOW.'

Until, that is, a taran-taran-tara! signals the arrival of a man with a tight black coat and very large epaulets, riding a pale - nay, a ghostly horse.

(Where the music comes from, nobody knows. It just seems appropriate.)

"What a strange country this is!" he remarks.

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buriedmybrother October 8 2008, 02:26:42 UTC
Antigone blinks.

The horse does not alarm her; very little alarms her here.

But she feels a prickle of familiarity at the sound of his voice.

"... Hello?"

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ten_feet_below October 8 2008, 02:29:59 UTC
The Prince registers 'fair maiden' and carols, "Greetings!" as he slides down from his horse; it fades away into the ether it came from.

Or maybe it was never there at all.

But there are some things you expect. And the Prince expects a horse.

Then he looks a little closer.

It's clear he hasn't been here very long, because he says, right away, "Why - why, it is the fair Antigone!"

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buriedmybrother October 8 2008, 02:32:56 UTC
Well, Antigone is definitely fair-- there's not a whole lot of sun down here, and she was never exactly an expert tanner to begin with.

She frowns, surprised to be recognized.

"I don't remember you."

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