Joan

I think the Fates were sick of you besting them.

and that is why they took you.

you realised that you don't conquer life by challenging it;

you beat it by laughing––at it and at yourself.

and so, on you went:

giggling through pain;

cackling through disaster;

howling through darkness.

sadness can feel like a cold slab of marble on your chest,

but instead of letting it rest there, you removed it,

started cutting it, shaping it, polishing it,

you knew that a joke was in there somewhere,

you just had to get to it.

you channelled the power of laughter––the highest mortal magic––so beautifully.

you are Gelos's most esteemed protégé.

rest in mirth, strong woman.