Torquil’s Tribune
Greetings, roaming readers,
Alas, it is time to bid the Season farewell. Most of London has already fled the humid streets of the city to take refuge in the comfortable country air. As such, you can expect to hear from this modest writer very little in the coming months.
But before we leave you to your idle summers, we wish to provide some final tidbits to take away with you in your carriages:
Mr. Keelan Cricket was recently married to Mr. Silas Rook-Worth. The two met during the Council’s recent project studying Fae-Human magic. It would seem Mr. Cricket was interested in studying far more about a certain fae-human. We wish them both well.
Speaking of Mr. Silas Rook-Worth, he and Miss Anise Gloucester-Stone have joined the Council as the newest fae-human members.
This brings the total Council number to eight.
Word is that the search remains to fill the third human position.
It would seem that few meet the necessary qualifications, although this writer finds it hard to believe that such a feat is so very difficult.
All the Council needs is a human who can do magic, is open-minded, flexible, looking to the future, and wanting to improve matters for the generations whothat follow.
Then again, perhaps we can understand their difficulty.
Any interested parties should direct their inquiries to Councilmember Barnes.
He has assured this paper that he will welcome any messages pertaining to the matter while he is away in the country.
The relative quiet of the city fills many with an unquenchable curiosity. What romances are budding out of town?
Will Mrs. Pimpernel and Mrs. Iris Wrenwhistle finally confirm what all of the ton has already guessed?
Will Mr. Gerald Irving return to London?
Will Mr. Benedict Brooks join the ranks of married fae gentlemen soon?
Will Miss Lydia Stanton prove herself to be a diamond of the first water?
Will Mx. Fern Hillcrest, Miss Harriet Thackeray, and Mr. Cyril Thompson make any declaration to appease the titillated public?
Will Mr. Sage Ravenwing finally find someone worthy of his attention?
If so, who could such a person be? Since no one in London has appeared to steal the gentleman’s heart, we must assume that the right person for Mr. Ravenwing resides beyond our city borders.
We can but hope.
In the meantime, we remain,
Your winsome writer,
Sal Bailey