Book III Chapter 30: White Symphony
The Swanheart Cosmo-Firm
Laps-Du-Ment, Chimre
Rosepetals and snowflakes by the thousands swirled round in great, windy puffs past the massive windows of the Firm building, accenting a breathtaking scenery of white streets and white buildings and glistening golden towers.
Laps was at its best this time of year; Chimre's petalfalls were all but legendary, turning the country into a scene out of some whimsical dream.
That was, in Dr. Dreamscar's opinion, precisely the way it was meant to be. Glancing up from his paperwork for a moment, a smile graced his lips.
"It's difficult to believe there could be unhappy circumstances in a world as lovely as this.
"Unhappy thoughts, unhappy actions, unhappy circumstances... people without the means to enjoy the fruits of their own hearts and minds, even if only for a little while."
He studied the document before him-- it was a client's file, one of many that made its way to various hands in the Firm, documenting in painstaking detail the desires of a potential patient looking to have Cosmo work done.
Dearest Docs of the Swanheart Firm,
I no longer wish to be Aeneski, or my current self.
My ears are too long, my eyes are too bright, and my stature too lithe. I feel misplaced and noticable within the crowds of Dreamsong.
I would like to request a racechange into a human, as well as a physical overhaul and revamp. I have heard the world over of the calibre of work you do here, and have full confidence that you will sculpt me into a work of art.
I am willing to begin offers at 85,000 krus, and would not balk at the price well rising beyond that.
I am prepared to pay well for your time, should you accept my request.
Nef skimmed the rest of the paper, his green eyes glinting in the soft light of snowfall.
It was a relatively simple and riskless procedure, compared to the usual fare; none of the other Docs in Swanheart would likely be interested in taking it.
Shaking his head lightly to toss his hair from his eyes, Nefirian signed his name in wide, graceful letters at the bottom of the document.
"You shall be a work of art, indeed-- a tiny bit of ethereal beauty in a world of simple and unexquisite beings. How that will help you blend in, however... mmm, that's the question, isn't it?"
With a soft laugh, the rotund scientist rose from his chair, documents in hand; carefully rolling them into a little decorated tube of gold and crystal, he sent the parcel down a chute towards the ground floor and the secretary's office.
It wasn't his place to judge this poor fellow, though.
If in the end, he was pleased, then his work would be done, and the entire Firm would benefit for it.
His work complete for now, he moved to stand by the window and watch the petalfall.
Next Chapter: Book III Epilogue
Category: Book III | Story
