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PodCastle 747: Colors of the Immortal Palette – Part 2







* Author : Caroline M. Yoachim
* Narrator : Miyuki Jane Pinckard
* Host : Matt Dovey
* Audio Producers : Devin Martin and Eric Valdes
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Previously published by Uncanny Magazine


Rated R

“The Traveler’s Guide to the Goblin Fells is an expansion book for the 5th edition of the world’s most litigious roleplaying game, about halflings riding giant pugs fighting against goblins piloting arcanotech mechs for control of valuable farmland at the onset of a brutal winter. The harvest is lean and there’s not enough to go around, someone’s going to go hungry this winter, but it doesn’t have to be you. The Goblin Fells can be easily located in any campaign setting and use the Creative Commons Weskven setting by default, so look for it on Kickstarter now or DriveThruRPG in the future to support the open source setting and indie development.”
 
[Note: This is Part 2 of a three-part novelette. Visit our previous post to read Part 1.]
Colors of the Immortal Palette
by Caroline M. Yoachim
 
COBALT BLUE
 
I paint the English Channel at Étretat, shortly after sunrise. The sun is a fiery vermillion and the water shimmers cobalt blue. It is roughly my hundredth impression of a sunrise, spread across the year on whatever days I can gather up the energy to greet the dawn with my easel at the shore.
I have painted skies both cloudy and clear, water in a variety of hues. When the tide permits I paint from the beach and include the white cliffs, and when the tide is high —  as it is today —  I paint the vast expanse of the channel from atop them. Sometimes the dark silhouettes of ships break the line of the horizon, and sometimes there is fog, a thin white mist that gives me shivers not entirely accounted for by the crisp morning air. Monet set off a movement with his Impression, Sunrise, painted not far south of here. Monet, and before that Manet, changing the world of art forever. Or so the historians like to spin the tale, imposing order onto the chaotic jumble of the past, pulling a single narrative thread from the fabric of time. Providing a focal point, like the bright orange sun that hovers above the water. And their focal point, of course, must always be a man.

“You could have painted a hundred portraits of me, and instead you paint the sunrise.” Victorine has come up the trail behind me, carrying her own easel which she sets up next to mine. Her hair is like the sunrise reflected on the water, vermillion streaked with silver. She arrived here last week, at my invitation.
“Manet painted the definitive portrait of you years ago,” I say, teasing.
“And Monet painted the definitive impressionist sunrise,” Victorine replies, “yet you seem to have no issue painting those. Besides, I painted the definitive picture of me. They showed it at the Salon. Honestly, it is unfair that you should be immortal and I am not. Clearly I am the one with all the talent.”
Her voice takes on an edge of bitterness as she says it, cobalt blue tinged green, like the underside of a wave in the bright light of a midday sun.
“I would turn you if I could.” I hadn’t known how precious the gift was that my immortal artist gave me,


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