affame_le_geant_frau_werzenwozen's_child_is_dead fyn gula "lonesome tears. i can't cry them anymore. i can't think of what they're for. but i'll try to leave behind them someday, i don't need them anymore. how could this love ever turning, turn its eye on me? how could this love ever changing, ever change the way i feel?" ~beck, from 'sea change' couge and twinkletoes continued to play on accordion and guitar, although their songs were now void of lyrics. their yann tiersen-like tunes became a soundtrack for the mandrill, who, overcome by the friendship and acceptance which had been lavished upon her, could no longer keep her secret inside. "i must tell you something," she said, looking into her glass of chambord, which praayli had brought her as a silky close to the festivity. "i have been hiding my true identity in fear of your judgement and retribution." the boys continued to play, although they brought the volume down a notch, for the mandrill's voice was subdued in its poetic debt. "my name is not ordelia or whatever i made up when i was in the garden shoppe back in montamore. my real name is ignet blackfire and i am a soul-from-bone separator contracted by proina to aid her cause to stop boffden the beardless gnome in his work with the revolution that will not be televised." she sipped at the raspberry liqueur and went on. praayli and thora sat, offering their rapt attention. "my first job for proina was to abort the child of frau werzenwozen, who was to be the firstborn son of boffden, the initial child of the revolution, conceived by a native kemulyan male and a female from a parallel world." earthquakes rock the earth. lightening strikes. the news was devastating. and the weight of the world suddenly fell upon the shoulders of these four listeners. ignornace may be bliss, but knowledge comes with the responsibility of the age. many are called. few are chosen. the music stopped. the silence was the sound of fear. couge's accordion fell against his lap, the last breath of air escaping in a frazzled note mirroring his shock. he ran his hands across the black and white dividing line of his dutch rabbit face and smoothed back his ears in an effort to release the sudden stress which threatened to swallow him. "what the fuck!" he yelled. he stood up and the accordion dropped to the ground with a groan of disgust. his eyes were wild with anger and horror. the mandrill's confession was like hearing the prime minister of france had been assasinated and the killer was sitting before them. "please," ignet blackfire urged. "hear me out. i tell you these horrible truths because i am so sorry for my commitments to proina's treachery. i confess my involvement to you because perhaps together we can work to stop her." twinkletoes rushed at the mandrill. he was determined to kill her, right on the spot of her declaration. however, both praayli and thora intercepted him and held him back, his paper-body crinkling in resistance. "wait!" thora shouted. "she's not finished. let her speak." again, an eerie silence settled about the room. the mandrill fell into a ball of quivering sorrow and embarrassment. the four looked down upon her and then at each other. they knew what they had to do, realizing their lives would never be the same from this moment forwards. 030126 what's it to you? who go blather from