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As often is the case, playhouses coalesce near the Green Lamps district; cheaper rent and abundance of sponsors (that is to say, alehouses) tends to tether most playing companies, or rather, their sharers*shareholders who are the primary actors, to such a place.
The afternoon hours makes quiet the streets; only a handful of folk linger at teahouses and cookshops, and fewer near the yet-to-open playhouses themselves.
“—believe that was the case.” And not so far from the common way, an intimate laughter. Walking down an alley whose walls are encrusted with partly torn and scantly legible broadsides*single-side printed posters, I see two persons of note; Aeg, of course, dressed in a fashion similar to his idol - that of a pirate, although his is far less a frivolous burlesque*parody of such a garment; covering his upper body is a lively red linen shirt and a hooded coat slightly heavier in texture, whose outside is black in color but share its briskness on the inside; on his lower body are equally bright breeches and dark hoses, although only one is tied with a garter.
“Aeg. The child with your hat and broadside. We need you at the music tuition household.” My terse words jolted the woman dressed in richly black clothes - who, a moment ago was tugging on his garter - to leave off with such a course and fix her gaze—-
she..
i know her.
i used to know.
Her hair has more grey and white strands since I saw her last. The abyssal eye and patch of skin around it remain as mesmerizing as ever. Some blackness and wrinkles are present near her (normal) eye, not that mine are any better. I can see her arms are still as dense and sinewy, even through the sleeves. She- no, what- what even was the nature of our relations? What is the expression I ought to make?
“Uh. Right. Give us a minute.” Breaking the - no doubt, lengthy - silence since my gaze was fixed to hers, Aeg steps away from the wall and places his fingers on her shoulders. “Well, miss Nara, that’s the matter I talked of yesterday. Miss—?”
“Kommgal.” Instinctively, I nod at her words. Miss Neeranara’s eyes twitch and narrow a little at such a confirmation. “You’ve been keeping well?”
“I- I have.” The many scabs on my arms and thighs paint a different picture — but so does the feeling of Airin’s fingers holding onto mine.
“That is good.” She looks to her and before turning to face Aeg. “Appointment’s the same. Good luck on this roadway of yours.” Patting his calf with a fan, she lets out a sigh.
