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<p>Ey nodded, waiting for the fox to continue.</p>
<p><em>&ldquo;Actually, my dear, can you guess? I am one who plays with instances, who finds ways to make others mad and happy and fall in love and get in fights, who guides and shapes sentiments, all by just being myself, and I am one who has turned that into an art.&rdquo;</em></p>
<p>&ldquo;I know I&rsquo;ve met Praiseworthy, but I don&rsquo;t know much about her. I know Serene built the house and prairie. I think you mentioned that you two were forked when Praiseworthy&rsquo;s up-tree instance wanted to explore the ramifications of both instances and sims.&rdquo;</p>
<p>As it waited for Codrin to piece together what ey could, the fox scraped the bottom of the shake glass for the last spoonful of ice cream and fed it to its partner. A small affection that made the three of them smile.</p>
<p>As it waited for Codrin to piece together what ey could, the fox scraped the bottom of the shake glass for the last spoonful of ice cream and fed it to its partner. A small affection that made em smile.</p>
<p>&ldquo;Can you give me a bit of a hint about Serene?&rdquo;</p>
<p><em>&ldquo;You get one hint, and it will be small. What emotions come to you when you walk the prairie?&rdquo;</em></p>
<p>Codrin sat up straight. &ldquo;A politician? Was Praiseworthy a politician? All this talk of shaping sentiments and expectations. Or, wait. No, that&rsquo;s not it.&rdquo;</p>
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<p>&ldquo;A speech writer? Did she come up with the speeches that whichever one of you was on the Council at the time used?&rdquo;</p>
<p><em>&ldquo;You are thinking too narrowly, my dear. The Council had little need for speeches for itself, and, as a body created to guide but not to govern, there were few enough speeches given outside of the council. After all, where would it give them?&rdquo;</em></p>
<p>&ldquo;Too narrow, hmm&hellip;&rdquo; Ey frowned. &ldquo;Was she&hellip;did she come up with propaganda?&rdquo;</p>
<p>Dear laughed, reached a finger into the shake glass to swipe up a little bit of sticky vanilla, and dabbed it on Codrin&rsquo;s nose. <em>&ldquo;Well reasoned. Praiseworthy was the propagandist among the first lines.&rdquo;</em></p>
<p>Codrin rubbed at eir nose to get the melted ice cream off before it congealed into a sticky mess. &ldquo;What exactly goes into being a propagandist, when the role of the Council was to guide but not to govern?&rdquo;</p>
<p>Dear laughed, reached a finger into the shake glass to swipe up a little bit of sticky vanilla shake, and dabbed it on Codrin&rsquo;s nose. <em>&ldquo;Well reasoned. Praiseworthy was the propagandist among the first lines.&rdquo;</em></p>
<p>Codrin rubbed at eir nose to get the melted ice cream off before it congealed further. &ldquo;What exactly goes into being a propagandist, when the role of the Council was to guide but not to govern?&rdquo;</p>
<p>Without falling, the fox&rsquo;s happy expression somehow became a fraction less earnest, just that much less directed.</p>
<p>Before it could respond, ey held up a hand. &ldquo;It&rsquo;s okay, Dear. One of the Bălans will figure it out.&rdquo;</p>
<p><em>&ldquo;Thank you, Codrin.&rdquo;</em></p>