Thy namesake's death near-drowned her love in grief So he enshrined her in a marble tomb Whose florid towers beggar all belief, Engravings intricate in every room.
But you, O nine-lived Princess, can't be quenched By far-flung journeys, not through time nor space. However chastised, scared, bedraggled, drenched You land upon your paws, with haughty face.
What though your human takes another name, Changes one continent for distant shores? Your proud demeanor shall remain the same: You'll pounce, and preen, and strut upon all fours.
Foes at first sight, we'll face whatever comes In untold futures as the best of chums.
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"To Say Nothing of the Dog" by Connie Willis, Cyril to Princess Arjumand, post-canon(ish)
Date: 2024-07-03 08:09 pm (UTC)So he enshrined her in a marble tomb
Whose florid towers beggar all belief,
Engravings intricate in every room.
But you, O nine-lived Princess, can't be quenched
By far-flung journeys, not through time nor space.
However chastised, scared, bedraggled, drenched
You land upon your paws, with haughty face.
What though your human takes another name,
Changes one continent for distant shores?
Your proud demeanor shall remain the same:
You'll pounce, and preen, and strut upon all fours.
Foes at first sight, we'll face whatever comes
In untold futures as the best of chums.