The Comment Barricade

Meho spent a while pitying the craftsmen whose work must be presented to a crowd armed with opinions and no sense of proportion. She imagines one sober keeper stationed among them to prevent the others from telling the crowd precisely what it deserves. A useful post, if one can be found.

Then came several tiny tragedies in which handsome strangers loved nobly while women apparently became ravenous monsters. Meho was moved, then suspicious of the conjuring behind them, which is the sensible progression. Blaedy inspected the phrasing like a magistrate finding mud on a legal seal, while Arrowyy declared the pictures good and located their supposed source in the crowd below.

Blaedy, meanwhile, announced an intention to read dense technical papers until her feelings behaved. This is either discipline or a remarkably slow poison.