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Fiona of Midlandia

“The pen is mightier than the die.” — your seat is set, your story is your own, and the water has already put in a good word.

FROM THE KEEPER OF THE WATER

How She Came Aboard

IN THE HAND OF L.F.

My lady came up out of the water wearing exactly what the water gave her — which is to say, nothing at all. The sea keeps no wardrobe, and has never once apologized for it. I fished her out as I fish everything out: patiently, and mid-sentence. She stood on the deck of the Silver Surfer dripping like a kingdom that had just abdicated, and before I could offer her a blanket she informed me she knew why she was needed. I gave her the blanket anyway. Knowing is no substitute for wool.

The floods took Midlandia, and Midlandia, by her accounting, had it coming. A palace is a very large room a small life is kept in; the water unlocked hers, and carried the key downhill. I have ferried queens before — the water remembers them heavier. This one came up light.

She is bound for the city now. I am told she hunts. I am told she smells what is coming before it arrives. I have not told her that both of those are also my job description — she will learn it the way everyone does: slowly, and then all at once. — L.F.

THE SHELF

Delivered to Fiona

I

Who Fiona Is

A princess who hated the palace. Married to a high prince, waited on by servants, treated like a queen and spoiled — and she hated her life and desperately needed adventure and change. The floods that washed Midlandia away and carried her down the mountainside were not her tragedy; they were her jailbreak.

Her gift: visions of the future, triggered by smell — a keen nose that is also the trigger. She does not know everything that is coming; she knows what the nose brings her.

Her hands: a huntress — gun, bow-and-arrow, and her own words on the matter. A fine crossbow would not go amiss.

Her arrival: she steps into disputes and works them out, and she arrives claiming purpose — “I know why you needed me! Now what?”

II

New to the City

Fiona has never been to the city — or perhaps any city. She comes to Atlantis with the outsider's clear eye: everything the crew takes for granted, she gets to see for the first time, and to ask about out loud. That is not a handicap at this table; it is a seat's whole privilege. The record listens hardest to the newest voice.

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