Lupus In Fabula

[Fiorella de Marco]

She let out a soft, musical chuckle, her voice wrapped in a gentle whisper that was just on the edge of being louder. Drawing herself nearer to his ear, she added a hint of amusement to her words.

"I have caught you, have I not? Your fervor and dedication to the cause led you to draw comparisons that border on the impossible."

With those words delivered almost as a tender secret into his ear, she eased back into a more typical conversational tone, though her countenance remained in close proximity to his.

"There has been no cultural exchange between Malta and Crete - these worlds and their denizens have existed in complete isolation from each other for eight centuries."

A brief pause followed, a natural lull to ensure her discourse was not overwhelming. She was attuned to the art of nonverbal communication, allowing this temporary quietude to settle in a comfortable cadence. Her crystalline blue gaze briefly flitted to the surrealistic depiction of Manhattan's skyline hanging on the wall nearby.

"Notwithstanding this profound isolation, there are parallels in our cultures - our fiery dispositions, our propensity to embrace life to the fullest, and even echoes in our dances, languages, and familial traditions. Moreover, we share similar dispositions towards outsiders and denizens of Sirius as a whole."

"Much of this can be attributed to the extreme conditions that shaped our cultures and our subsequent adaptation during the fight for survival. Yet, the rest is enshrined within our cultural genetic memory, guiding us in remarkably akin directions despite the passage of over eight centuries of independent existence."

"And if cultural convergence has transpired between the Outcasts and the Corsairs in certain areas, whether my people embrace it or not, one can only fathom the depth of behavioral affinity between your compatriots and those of Liberty - particularly - if Liberty-born individuals continue to find their way to your cause. Those individuals, who were nurtured in Liberty embrace and steeped in mass culture - to a certain extent, of course."

Drawing nearer to his ear once again, she paid no heed to any potential unease her feathered mask, akin to that of the goddess Athena, might cause.

"Now, my subsequent inquiry revolves around your personal aspirations, Damien. What lies ahead for you once victory is secured and your autonomy is established? Will you be content to retire your mantle of military and political involvement, or are you the sort of man irresistibly drawn to the crucible of decision-making, perpetually immersed in the heart of action?"

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Fiorella Arianna de Marco | As Dawn Mayflower
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