The Banter Grew Tense at the Springtime Soiree: TRAIPSE (opens in new tab)

“So tell me,” Gredarius said, “how is Fabiola?” His prodigious waddle bobbed as he spoke. The particular emphasis he gave the word “is” could not have been replicated by any save for those suffused in the layered intricacies of Niskian high society. The subtle nuance was invisible for all but those