Orpheus shakes his head, apologetic. "The rest I'm still writing. I know what happened next, though."
And he figures that's probably what this man is looking for, more than the artistry - even if he does seem to appreciate that part.
"The Pthumerian Queen had a daughter named Cynthia - who came with us here as the Moon Presence - and Cynthia married a human man named Roderick Sodder, and they had a daughter named Julia. Julia was... different, when she was born. They called her a monster. Her own father was afraid of her. I think Cynthia might've been too, in a way?"
He frowns, shaking his head.
"But she was just as powerful as the Queen had hoped. She could change things, based on how she thought they should be. How they made sense to her. And she was - she was just a little girl? She thought like any other human girl. A storyteller, but all her stories came true, and some of them were - frightening, or dangerous. She spun shadows into monsters in the way that children do, and there was only so much she could do to stop them once they were made.
"Eventually it became too much for anyone to keep under control, and the people of the town tried to put her in a coma, while they figured out a way to control her power. That... didn't go very well? I think it destroyed Deerington - the real Deerington, and started the dream that so many of us came from before we were here. Does that make sense, so far?"
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And he figures that's probably what this man is looking for, more than the artistry - even if he does seem to appreciate that part.
"The Pthumerian Queen had a daughter named Cynthia - who came with us here as the Moon Presence - and Cynthia married a human man named Roderick Sodder, and they had a daughter named Julia. Julia was... different, when she was born. They called her a monster. Her own father was afraid of her. I think Cynthia might've been too, in a way?"
He frowns, shaking his head.
"But she was just as powerful as the Queen had hoped. She could change things, based on how she thought they should be. How they made sense to her. And she was - she was just a little girl? She thought like any other human girl. A storyteller, but all her stories came true, and some of them were - frightening, or dangerous. She spun shadows into monsters in the way that children do, and there was only so much she could do to stop them once they were made.
"Eventually it became too much for anyone to keep under control, and the people of the town tried to put her in a coma, while they figured out a way to control her power. That... didn't go very well? I think it destroyed Deerington - the real Deerington, and started the dream that so many of us came from before we were here. Does that make sense, so far?"