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Marrow sits at the bar, focusing on a something in her left hand. In her right hand is a knife. She is slowly cutting into the object she is holding. It is a piece of bone actually, not that one could tell that now. If one is observant they might see the slowly knitting hole in her left shoulder where the bone was pulled from though.

She has been working on the bone for about an hour now, her eyes hurt because of doing so, she does not stop though. The blank whiteness has began to resemble a figure of a woman. She moves steadily as if she has done this many times before, which she has.

Her mood? Calm, working on art has that affect on her. Come bother her, even though she wouldn't say so herself, her eyes need the break.

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"Good evening, Marrow. How are things?"

She looks up quickly, having been so involved with her carving she did not feel the other approaching.

"Well, Lady Death. And how is the evening treating you?"

She smiles. "I am well, thank you. May I ask what you are doing?"

She looks at the piece of bone, then holds it out so the other can see it. "It's something I do often. I enjoy carving things, images of people mostly." She shrugs.

She examines it and smiles and nods. "It looks good. Is it anyone in particular?"

She smiles at the compliment. "No, and yes. It's from a story a friend back home wrote. I have done many drawings and carvings of the girl." She motions for Lady Death to take a seat and sets down the knife all in one sweeping motion.

She sits down with a smile. "What is the story about?"

"It is about a beautiful girl who looses her face." She smiles remembering the work she put into the piece, as it was actually she who wrote it- but as she is not that same person anymore she does not take credit for it.

"How very ... sad."

She nods. "It was written in a time where the author realized for the first time that beauty is not everything. It ends with the girl getting her face back and celebrating with her friends, knowing that good friends are more important than beauty."

"Had your friend had something happen to her beauty?"

She looks at the women before responding. "She never had beauty. At lest not on the outside."

"I agree with your friend. Beauty is such a small thing to judge a person by."

"Yes, it is."

"I can tell the story to you if you would like."

"Yes, please."

She settles in to listen. "Would you like something to drink? Talespinning is often thirsty work."

"When I am finished, as it is not a long story."

She thinks for a moment before retelling the story she had written some years before.

"Once upon a time...in the lands to the east...lived the Ice Princess!

She was heir to the wind and the snow and was thought to be the most Beautiful Girl in her empire until...she lost her face! Her piercing silver eyes, her graceful arching brow, her delicate scarlet lips...all gone with the rise of the morning moon. "But where could it be?!" she shrieked, "A girl without a face is a monster!"

"The King of Crickets has it!" answered a voice that floated on the frozen air. But as the Ice Princess glanced about, there was no other mouth around. She was completely alone...

"Why have you come before me?" chirped the King of the Crickets. And the Ice Princess thought, "I want my face back, and a little voice told me you took it!" But with no mouth to speak, and no voice to sound, she couldn't say that at all.

She moved her arms and waved her hands and shrugged her shoulders. "I don't know what you mean!" said the King. The Ice Princess felt like crying, but with no eyes she couldn't.

Upset, the Ice Princess began to walk away. "You know," called the King of Crickets, "This would all be much easier if you had a face. Perhaps I could give you one of mine." The Ice Princess stopped still. Her frozen heart raced. She turned back to his Highness and thought of a smile.

The King of the Crickets checked his vast bounty. And there inside he saw the most beautiful face of all. "It's the face befitting a Princess!" he said as he placed it on the icy young girl's head.

And as her face sparkled and came alive once more, tears melted from her eyes and she exclaimed, "That's because I am a Princess, you boneheaded bug!"

The Ice Princess was happy at last. She called everyone she knew around her and they celebrated the one thing that mattered more than having a pretty face.

Having friends who are more like a family."

((The story was taken from Uncanny X-Men #365. Thought I might mention that!))

She listens and thinks. "She could have been more nice to the King of Crickets." Her tone is mild and thoughtful.

"Yes, she could have been. I think that comes from the author though, as the one who wrote it does not have the greatest of people skills their-self."

"Do you show your carvings to your friend? What does she think of them?"

She smiles, her half/broken smile. "Yes, she sees them. Sometimes she likes them, other times she doesn't."

Her gaze drops to the carving. "You must love her very much." Spoken without thought.

She just nods in response, turning the bone figure over and over in her hand. Her thumb rubbing over its blank face. She stops and studies it a moment before picking the knife back up. She has decided that this one will have a face.

((Well, I think this makes for a nice ending. Thank you for the rp, it worked well and I enjoyed it. G'night.))

((G'night!))

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