“With her effortless Charm and Grace, she is the embodiment of the new age sweeping all through Paris. Many Suitors have cluttered the young Widows door. Only to be turned down time and time again. Rarely does she receive invitation, however only on the promise Excitement and Adventure.” -R. De Lyon
In Memere’s Wake
Madam Memere passes. . .
Through her Garden on her way out for a night in Paris. There is much excitement about the new Air Circus that has arrived in the city, and many will attend to watch Trapeze Artists perform miles above the Earth.
Memere and Garelli
Meet face to face for the first time during the Grande Balle Exposition.
Memere has been. .
Known to have sudden bouts of energy and tear through Le Nid with a little sword play. Unfortunately, Celeste and Mr. Han are not as familiar with the art of fencing.
Often at times. . .
Memere will walk out to her Terrace and drink in the beauty of her Garden throughout the day.
Memere’s Vignettes
Our world, just as any other is not so much made up tremendous events, and grand scenes, but also little things, tens of thousands of little apparent insignificant things that make up the subtle frameworks of people’s lives.
April 30th
Madam Memere sits on the opposite side of the parlor in the midafternoon. With a reflection of memory, she recalls a street performer doing a magician’s trick of launching a deck of playing cards into his top hat at a distance.
She narrows her eyes, gazing forward toward the stove pipe hat at the opposite end of the room. Raising her arm with a deck of cards in hand she sprays them forward shooting them out in a barrage. After it was all settled, she peered through her hand with her dark eyes in a most timid way.
With the grace of a woodland creature, she leaped from the chair and scampered between the scatter of cards on the floor. She then slithered to her knees and crawled like a predator of nature, peering with her nose, then eyes into the top hat to see the Jack of Hearts smiling at her.
“Quelle chance!”
May 2nd
Madam Memere slept soundly in her bed with the finest trappings of comfort, her soul sailing between the Earth and its Ether. As she laid in her picturesque moment of quiet splendor a fair shadow moved along the wall. And cried…
“Memere, you must wake up, the night of a thousand fortunes is upon us!”
Her eyes fluttered for a moment feeling herself slowly being pulled back to the world and gave a moan of protest. “Must I attend another event, I’m so tiiired. . .” She whined speaking in her sleep to her grandmother, then soon felt herself being pulled from the bed very slowly.
“There’s nothing to attend it’s me, Celeste!” She tried to reason to Memere who abruptly started to snore.
Celeste ran her fingers through her hair in frustration and turned around to see the night sky from the terrace. The heavens were blazing with streaks of fire that descended to the Earth. The mystic beauty reflected in Celeste’s eyes bringing them to tears. After a moment she snapped out of her gaze and looked down to see Memere’s feet hanging off the bed.
A mischievous smile formed across her lips as she reached down to grab Memere’s ankles and pull her like a rickshaw from the bed. She imagined herself on the front line of a grand race and sprinted with Memere forward dragging her several yards forward onto the terrace.
A loud snore emanated once more from Memere’s mouth. . . “No mama, I won’t marry him he’s repulsive. . .”
Celeste raised an eyebrow and noticed her foot in her hand still and began to tickle it ferociously.
Memere giggled furiously in her sleep with her opposite leg wiggling in the air.
“Haha, please stop that tickles! Oh God it’s you get off me now!” She kicked her leg out striking Celeste causing her to double over the railing.
. . .
Memere shook her head and looked up to the sky and gasped with absolute astonishment.
“. . . If Celeste misses this she’ll never forgive me. . .”
In a flash Memere leaped to her feet and went to go retrieve her friend.
Celeste held on to the edge of the terrace rail trying to climb to the top, her eyes at the last moment caught Memere’s feet fleeting away back into the bedroom, and her voice calling out. “Celeste you must see this. . .”
Celeste rolled her eyes and bit her tongue, her head falling back to a sigh, watching the beautiful twilight.