the divine dunce

Harvest King. [Citizen of Pelago Islands.] 24,645G. [closed community rp]

[socialcraftsman-blog1]

Long Walks - Open

[socialcraftsman-blog1]

Yikes. Joe thought, as he looked up at the man that his dog crashed into, and he couldn’t help but send a quiet prayer to the goddesses that this guy wasn’t the type to start a fight over something small. Because he was almost positive this guy could drive him down into the dirt like a railroad spike simply by bopping him on the head.

He heaved a sigh of relief when the man just smiled and said ‘No matter’, and Joe noticed the Golden Retriever puppies that had been at the man’s heels. He seemed to understand what it was like with dogs, even if he didn’t seem to get that there was a leash law on the island.

Joe gave a nervous grin to the man, remembering the names Romulus and Remus from his Mythology class. “Oh, so after the founders of Rome? Macca’s name is really just a silly nickname.”

[harvest-king]

“Rome?” Ignis asks, frowning in his ignorance. “No... two twins I once met. Their mother was a wolf. And dogs are descended from wolves, no?” Ignis strokes his hand down Romulus’ back. His precious pups. What would he do without them?

A nickname... what is that again? Ah. Ignis thinks he might understand this. A shortened version of a full name? Just like Iggy. Ugh. It is a good thing his dogs do not have nicknames -- ah, wait, they do. Nicknames are a curse.

“So there must be a story behind it, then?” Ignis prompts. “What, pray tell, led you to ‘nickname’ Macca, Macca?”

[timidbookeeper]

[HGF] Recklessness || Open (multiple)

[timidbookeeper]

[✝] —- The first thing Lara noticed about the newcomer is how tall he was.

And not just the average towering height of a man, but… colossal. This man’s height was abnormal– inhuman, even! Not only that, but his voice held a commanding and deep baritone, and he exuded an alarming air of power and authority, along with something else… a level of magical energy not seen in most mages on the isle, even with Arcadia’s abundance of rune. The nurse didn’t quite know what to make of him.

Not that she should be worrying herself over discerning what the being in front of her was right now. What she needed to focus on was the small pup held in his arms, what manner of injury worried the imposing man to the point of sheer panic, and how she should treat it.

“Yes, of course I can, sir. But first, you need to calm down and tell me exactly what happened.” She says coolly, taking the puppy gently into her own arms. When Lara’s fingers brush against the puppy’s ribcage, it lets out a pained whimper, and the nurse begins to get an idea of what the problem is. 

“Fractured ribcage…? Hm. Broken in the worst case scenario…” She thinks aloud, setting the dog on a nearby bed before turning to look up at the man. “Now, what happened, sir?”

[harvest-king]

Ignis does not know if he can trust Romulus’ life to this young mortal. But it may be that he cannot trust himself to hold Romulus’ life in his hands. Ignis is no Harvest Goddess, and his power is drawn from the sun itself rather than the hearts of the people on this rock. He trembles to think of being responsible for so many people, instead of the land -- how do his sisters do it? How can they watch these mortals break and die?

But her words are smoothing as the healer takes Romulus into her grasp. When Romulus winces, Ignis sits down on the ground, back against the tent wall. His knees are weak, stomach sick. His hands cannot hold anything. His vision blurs. Is he dying too?

As if knowing her owner’s troubles, Remus climbs into his lap, licking at his chin. Ignis does not try to stop her. He swallows heavily, looking at Romulus. Broken. What does that mean?

“We were...” he starts, feeling so incredibly ashamed of himself. He is not worthy of deityhood. “I was climbing the mountain. She was hit by a rock. Is she...” Ignis can barely say it “Is she going to... die?”

[quietlittle-teddybear-blog]

Principal’s Office || Ignis and Kelsey

[quietlittle-teddybear-blog]

Kelsey squirms in his shoes, eyes falling to the ground quickly. He bit his bottom lip to keep it all in, ripping the bottom edge of his jacket. He was sure that, even if his principal didn’t laugh at him, it would just make everything worse.

Kelsey looked up at the man in surprise, blinking slowly to absorb his words. He had siblings? Kelsey wondered absently how many he had, but quickly pushed it aside to focus on a more jarring thought.

Was he directing that at Kelsey? That he would be there… if Kelsey needed him? His eyes widened, chest constricting tight at Ignis’s next words.

Do not be afraid.

And for one moment… Kelsey didn’t feel afraid.

“There are boys that pick on me…” He didn’t even stutter that time.

[harvest-king]

Ignis nods. This is better. He feels they are getting somewhere with this. No one should prey on the weak. No one should belittle others that do not deserve it. Most importantly, no one should be afraid to tell others if they feel someone else is hurting them. It makes Ignis angry to think that this even happens in the mortal world. However, he hides his anger, lest he scares the child.

“And then?” he prompts, strangely gentle for a deity like him. Romulus yawns and rolls over. “I assure you nothing bad will come to you.”

Ignis pauses. “Say, after this you can have some... what is the word? Coca-cola? If you so wish.” He has not tasted it himself, but he has heard it is given to children.

[harvest-king]

[lily+ignis] fire fire fire

[earth-priestess2]

Lily was slightly taken aback by the height change. It was embarrassing having someone kneel down to talk to you. Lily hadn’t had that happen in a long time. Something about this man was very intimidating. It wasn’t just his height though.

“I uh suppose so.” Lily said, a bit flustered that she was the one now looking down at him. 

Quiet? Lily didn’t get that a lot. It was usually her youngest sister that got called quiet. But it would make sense that he might think that. Lily did find herself at a loss for words with this man.

“After a fire? Well, cleanup but that’s my job. You can go now. I really appreciate the help.” What an odd question. For a man who just sucked up fire, you would think he would know more about them. His powers reminded Lily of her sister. Odette wasn’t able to do that though. Perhaps this man is a fire mage also.

[harvest-king]

“Right then,” Ignis acknowledges, nodding his head. The girl seems alright, but perhaps still a little flustered at his presence. Deities do intimidate. Perhaps this is his... cue to go, to use the mortal expression. Ignis rises to his feet.

“If there’s naught else for me to do, then I should be on my way,” Ignis dusts himself down, before regarding the girl. “But if you ever need my help again, call. I’m the Harvest King, so I shall be around somewhere.”

Ignis strides to the door to leave. Before he does so, he looks back over his shoulder and says, “It was good to meet you today.” Then he is gone, back to his dogs and the outside world. Hopefully Ignis will never again have to put out a fire, for if he is Arcadia’s only defense against arson, then they are damned.

[socialcraftsman-blog1]

Long Walks - Open

Moccassin, Joe found, really liked walks, but the moment that he would get home he would veg out on the couch for hours on end.

Joe didn’t mind that too much, as that made it easier for him to look after the young dog since he was out most of the day, but he wished it would be easier to coax Macca into going for a walk, if only because he was restless.

He tried not to press too long of walks on the wolfhound, because he heard that they were slightly brittle, but he figured a half-mile would be a good distance if only for a little bit. Maybe he’d increase the lengths slowly.

What Joe didn’t take into account was the tiny instinct in the dog to go chasing after small objects skittering away from him; and tried to take off when a leaf was being blown around by the wind.

He was able  to rein the large dog back a little bit, but not before he bowled and unsuspecting person over. “Oh, yo! Sorry, Macca got a little bit excited by the leaves.”

[harvest-king]

Ignis goes on many walks down here in the mortal world. Partly it is because of Romulus and Remus’ twin need for long walks. Partly it is because he has no need to sleep. Either way, it has instilled in him a sense of faith in the beauty of the world. Ignis thought he had lost that long ago, when mortality began to cut down the forests and build factories instead.

So here he is on a walk with his dogs, breathing in the glorious fresh air of the late summer. When quite suddenly, another dog leaps upon him. (Most likely attracted by the scent of dog on Ignis.) “Slow down there,” Ignis says to the dog, smiling, and a “No matter,” to the owner.

Ignis tilts his head, noting that this dog is on a leash. His are not.

“My own dogs are like that sometimes as well,” Ignis says to this dog-owner and nods his head in the direction of Romulus and Remus. He has no real need to; they are galloping over here, seeing another dog to play with. “Macca, you say? Mine are named Romulus and Remus.”

[timidbookeeper]

[HGF] Recklessness || Open (multiple)

[✝] —- Well aware that there would be a great number of casualties from the mountain climbing that would take place during the festival, Lara had taken it upon herself to set up a small medical tent at the base of the mountain, and treat any wounded that would come her way.

Climbing such a treacherous mountain was a very risky and dangerous act, and usually would have gained her annoyance and disapproval, but she couldn’t bring herself to be truly angry with those who decided to take part in it. It was the only known way to obtain the sacred Blue Feather, after all, and who was she to scold people for wanting to pursue their dreams and love– to receive the blessings of the Gods themselves? She, as a child of the Gods, should have understood that better than anyone.

So instead, she would be there to restore the wounded to health, and applaud them on possessing the bravery and determination to tackle the lofty challenge that was scaling Mt. Reineir.

She sighs softly, and continues organizing her collection of medications and anesthetics when she hears a noise from near the flap of the tent. Expecting it to be another patient, Lara turns to them swiftly, giving the newcomer a cursory once over to assess any possible injuries.

[harvest-king]

Look. Ignis has an explanation for this. All the mortals had been doing it, and so he thought that naturally, as a deity, he should be able to do it too. Unfortunately Ignis had failed to add into account that he was carrying two half-grown dogs at the same time as climbing. This Harvest Goddess festival isn’t really going that well for him.

(Ignis had not even understood why they were climbing or for what objective. He just climbed. He could have teleported, but he wanted to try the mortal way.)

He rushes into the first medical tent he sees. He’s too tall, which is why he promptly smashes his face into the tent material above the entrance. Correcting his mistake, throwing away all pride in the face of an emergency, Ignis bends down to enter and gets it right. Second go, and yet.

Romulus is in his arms; Remus trots at his heels. Ignis rushes up to the first person he sees -- brown-gold eyes in a soft face is all he registers -- and says, panicked; “My dog, my dog, can you heal her?!” Romulus was struck by a rock and Ignis will never forgive himself if anything happens to this tiny fragile mortal dog because of him.

[harvest-king]

[HGF] dancing with a deity

Ignis is confused.

He is not one for keeping up with mortal customs. They are strange and celebrate all the wrong things and personally Ignis would like to go the rest of his immortal life without having to taste cake again. Cake is the worst thing mortality has invented.

This particular festival appears to be one dedicated to... the Harvest Goddess. “Goddesses,” he complains out loud to himself. He knows just how many sisters he has and that is: many. But this this is a festival for his sisters, where are they? He can’t even see one here. And should it not be Harvest Deities? Or are they just erasing him? Actually, that is fine by him. Keep him out of these mortal festivals.

When he strode in, some little boy gave him a blank card with DANCE written on it. Ignis is confused. There are people dancing, but why? Can he do that? A thought comes into his mind that... he wouldn’t mind doing that.

But how?

[luce-di-fiore-blog]

Brother and Sister dearest || Mariel & Ignis

[luce-di-fiore-blog]

“Hello Romulus, hello Remus.” Mariel smiled as she greeted the puppies, kissing their noses and giving them extra pets and skritches before standing back up. “I’m glad you’re already making the most of your time here dearest little brother.” She honestly felt proud of him for making the effort to take care of something small, fragile, and very mortal.

She held her hand out to Ignis, offering it for him to take. “Shall we then?” She asked with a soft smile. “You can tell me all about your apartment and your room mate on the way there. It’s not too far.” When was the last time she spoke to one of her siblings? It felt like ages, but it probably wasn’t too long at all.

Still, it felt nice.

“Have you been sleeping and eating Ignis dear?” She asked, worried about his health. “It must be hard…We can perhaps converse over tea and some snacks if you’d like? I can treat you to an apple cinnamon muffin from the bakery down a little ways away from the church~”

[harvest-king]

Ignis smiles as he watches his sister greet his dogs, something warm flooding the space in-between his heart and ribs. “I’m very proud of them,” he answers in a low, warm voice. “They take to being trained well and.. they are rather cute, aren’t my dogs?”

He takes her hand. Cannot say no to your older sister. It feels strange to do so, her small hand in his, but it feels like home too. Like how he feels when he;s surrounded by all of his siblings. They step in line together, the tall deity and the small.

“You do not need to worry, sister.” Ignis tosses his head. “I can get by. But how have you been? All alone without any other deity? I don’t think I could bear it.” He smiles. “And yes... I do love my apples. Thank you.”

[gildedfrostlily-deactivated2018]

Crown for a King || Dia & Ignis

[gildedfrostlily-deactivated2018]

It was very possible that he needed a small break, considering how blank eyed he looked when she got here. Though he seemed to have put a dent in the paperwork they had piling up. Dia set the plate in front of him and smiled softly from the praise she received, “My student, Ying, has been making flower crowns for virtually everyone she knows.”  

She held it up and let him see the soft red flowers that were lovingly wrapped into a circlet, “She was a bit too shy to do it herself and asked me to do it.” Dia left out the part that Ignis intimidated the poor girl, “I think she’d be very happy if you wore it.” 

Dia wasn’t sure if he was going to want her to put it on him or if he was going to do it himself. 

[harvest-king]

“Ying?” he repeats. Ignis will commit that to memory. If he sees the child in the hallways, he will thank her. “How kind of her,” he says softly, with meaning. “I like them. Give her my gracious thanks. They are red - she must be a perceptive child.”

He leans forward, a slight smile tugging at the corner of his lips. “Place it on my head, then. Does it not suit a King to have a crown?” Ah, if his sisters could see him now. How they would laugh!

“Has she made you a crown of flowers as well?”

[piadretteite-blog]

     Pia pouted in frustration at the man’s insistence. What part of “not a mermaid” did he not understand? Though she was perfectly comfortable with revealing such a fact to the right people, his unwillingness to hear her out was grating on her nerves.

“That’s a big accusation, mister!”

“Where’s your proof?” Having already hidden the piece in the inner pocket of her capelet, Ignis would have little luck searching for the item unless he managed to strip her of it.

     Swallowing nervously at his statement, the mermaid would not be cowed so easily. What kind of Harvest King traveled around with arms full of puppies, after all?

“And a bold statement, too! I don’t think the Harvest King would like you spreading such lies, do you? Isn’t that what you people call baptistery? Or was it basketry..?”

[harvest-king]

Big accusation for a big man. Ignis notes that, if nothing else. He has no intention of hurting the mermaid, even if she’s stubborn and strangely insisting that she is not a mermaid, she has no reason to be nervous. Except for her guilt.

“Blasphemy,” he points out. “And it isn’t, because I am the Harvest King. There are no other Harvest Kings on this mortal earth to accuse me of such blasphemy!”

Ignis inhales deeply, and then releases. “Do you not know the value of sentimental items, girl?”

[harvest-king]

[lily+ignis] fire fire fire

[earth-priestess2]

  “I-uh-I’m fine…I’m fine..” I’ve seen magic before, but never like that. Who is this man? Coming back to reality, Lily looks up..and up to meet the eyes of the mysterious man who stood before her. Something about him was almost ethereal. Like he was too perfect looking.

  Shaking her head to further regain her senses, Lily clears her throat. The smell of smoke lingered in the air. “You’re very … tall,” she says, speaking the only words in her mind.

[harvest-king]

Ignis accepts her at her word without a second thought. Why look for deceit? Ignis is not the type of deity to do that. He steps over to her still, meeting her eyes squarely. He would not be surprised if she is afraid of him. Many humans are.

At her words he blinks. Then kneels down so that he’s shorter than her. “Is this better?”

He looks up at the girl, with lovely red hair. “And you’re very quiet,” he counters. “Is there anything that needs to be done after a fire? Or do you just need me to stay here?”

[lettuce-swim]

Flop Like a Fish || Leia & Ignis

[lettuce-swim]

  “AHHHH!! A GIANT!!” Frantically, Leia tries to flop away faster, using her arms to help the futile task. Looking again at the giant with beautiful hair, she notices the two adorable land creatures it’s holding. How could someone who has such furry creatures be bad? Wait…just because he’s a giant, doesn’t mean he’s bad. Silly me! He’s even offering help! Maybe he’s not even a giant. Leia wasn’t an expert on land people, but she had never seen one so tall…or with such beautiful hair! Maybe he’s a mermaid too!…or  a merman.

  “Sorry Mr. Giant-I mean-sir. I was intimidated by your impressive height. I shouldn’t have assumed you were an evil, mermaid-eating giant without getting to know you.” Leia said, not noticing her tail had turned back into legs. She had completely forgotten the original reason she was scared.

[harvest-king]

The strange mermaid screams at first, trying to leap away from him. It’s perfectly understandable. Ignis has had many people, human and magical alike, react to him like this since he landed down on Earth. Still, there is a twinge of upset in him - it was never like this in the old days! The earth has changed since he walked among them.

The mermaid stops to stare at him and he stares back, unsure of what she wants. Then her fins seems to dissolve, scales melting into skin, and she has legs! Legs! Is she half-human? Ignis has never seen something like that before. Perhaps the world has changed for the better.

“No, no, my apologies,” he replies, kneeling down, the edges of his robes getting wet. “I know I am intimidating. But do not fear; I wouldn’t dream of eating mermaid, or any kind of fish. I prefer apples.”

He hugs his puppies carefully to his chest. If they run to the ocean, he fears they will drown. They are so fragile. “My name is Ignis, the Harvest King, and these are Romulus and Remus. What is your name and where are you from? The sea or the land?”

[pioushart-blog]

“Very well,” the priest agreed to helping the man out, “The Grand Oak Library is located to the north west. You’ll find it on the westernmost side of Mount Reinier between Forget-Me-Not Farm and The Blue Horseshoe.” Having lived in Arcadia for the entirety of his life, he was well learned of the island’s businesses and major points of interest.

     That being said, it was a good thing that Cain had time to provide directions before Ignis revealed his identity, as he would have been far from in the proper state of mind to think on such things otherwise.

“I’m.. I’m sorry?” questioning his very own ears, he tried his best to remain polite, “Could you repeat that for me?”

[harvest-king]

“North west,” Ignis repeats, gazing over at Mt Reinier. He lifts the hand that is not holding puppies to point over in the direction he believes is north-west. “So I should go forth in that direction, if I am correct?”

Ignis looks over, his question hanging in the air between them, to find that the man has a frozen expression of politeness on his face. Ignis blinks. He has seen this expression before and suddenly his mind goes back to what Violet had said, the first time they met: friend, Cain, priest. Is this the same man?

“I am the Harvest King,” he repeats, and grins a low, sharp grin with a flash of amused teeth. “Are there not many Harvest Kings around here, no?”

[bathlovingwitch-blog]

The Fall of Kings || Melody & Ignis

[bathlovingwitch-blog]

[★] —- Melody heaves a sigh of relief. “Oh, good… I’ve never seen you get hurt before and that girl, she– she was really packing a punch, so I was worried.” She smiles. “But I’m glad you’re fine, though.”

When he holds his arm out, Melody is perfectly happy to give him his puppies back. With that done, she sits at the edge of the bed and pats his leg reassuringly, laughing at his confusion.

“Yeah! Rommy and Remmy are much easier to say. Plus, I like the way they sound~”

[harvest-king]

Ignis grimaces. “Packing a punch? I should be disgraced. The Harvest King himself, losing like this!” He scoffs, scowling down at the blanket. How on earth would he be able to face anyone ever again? His sisters! What would they say?!

His scowl quickly disappears as his puppies leap upon him. Romulus licks his face all over, smelling like dog, while Remus buries herself into the crook of his neck. Ignis cannot help but smile. Iggy, Rommy, Remmy. Ah, he’s almost charmed. 

He smiles at Melody helplessly when the besieging of dogs begins to wear down. “Thank you for looking after them,” he says quietly. “And for coming here. Thank you.”

[luce-di-fiore-blog]

Brother and Sister dearest || Mariel & Ignis

[luce-di-fiore-blog]

Mariel was honestly surprised to see Ignis smile, but it was welcomed all the same. She gave a concerned look at his words, “Dearest little brother, if all of them have agreed on something, I’m afraid that it must have been important.” She said with a soft sigh, moving closer to the fiery deity. She placed a hand on his cheek as she looked up at him. “I would expect a petty reason from sister Gaia, but Marina and the others…especially Dessie, they wouldn’t do anything without thinking it through.”

The goddess closed her eyes and wrapped her arms around Ignis’ waist, pulling him into a hug. “I’m so sorry they did this to you my dearest brother…” she felt true sorrow from this, knowing that Ignis desperately wanted to go back home. “It’s not all bad in the mortal realm though. I see you even made some friends.” She said with a soft smile, moving away so she may bend down and cuddle the puppies at their feet.

“They’re adorable.” She giggled and patted both of their heads. “Perhaps you’d like to talk about what happened?” She asked, looking up at him. “I don’t exactly have much here, but I do own the church.” She mused. “I haven’t been sure if I wanted to reside in a house or not yet. But the church works for now. It’s not like I need to sleep anyway.”

[harvest-king]

“Important?” Ignis echoes, dismayed. He would take being ousted from the deity realm for a petty reason over being ousted because there is something seriously wrong with him. It is easier to think wrong of others rather than wrong of oneself.

He swallows as Mariel places a cool hand to his hot skin. At least, at least - he has one sister here. One sister who loves him for sure, despite whatever wrongdoing he has committed in the eyes of his other sisters. He raises a hand to stroke his sister’s hair as she hugs him. Oh, he has missed her. Definitely his favourite sister right now.

“Yes...” he agrees. “Their names are Romulus and Remus. Twin girls.” They yap happily at the goddess, tails wagging. Of course they would love his sister. “They are very dear,” he admits. Ignis tilts his head. “The church? Well yes, I am willing to go there with you to talk about it.”

Ignis looks down at his puppies, smiling before he scoops them up. “I have to live in an apartment. These two need to sleep and to eat. Oh, you will never believe who I have as a roommate...”

[gildedfrostlily-deactivated2018]

Crown for a King || Dia & Ignis

@harvest-king

To say that Dia didn’t understand why Ying was too shy to give the principal the flower crown she made would be a lie. If it weren’t for the fact that he reminded her of someone she used to know, she would probably be really intimidated to him. Or attracted. Either or really. But that was beside the point, the point was she had a cute crown of red flowers and a plate of apple pie that was left over from the treat she got her students today. 

She balanced both in one hand and gently knocked on the door to his office, calling quietly out to him, “Mister Ignis? I have something for you.” 

She didn’t bother waiting for him to tell her she could come in, she just entered his office and gave him a small smile, “A student of mine made something for you and asked me to give it to you. And I heard you like apple things so.” 

Dia held up the plate and let him get a look at the sweet. It still looked warm. 

[harvest-king]

Ignis is broken out of his concentration by the knock at the door. Startled he stares up, red parted mouth and slightly glazed eyes. How long has he been doing paperwork...? It is a busy working life for him, indeed. He placed down the pen, blinking rapidly and shaking his head.

“Dia,” he says. “Yes.” It takes a moment for her words to sink in. “Oh...? A student?”

Ignis blinks once more at the food (and is that a ring of flowers?) and then grins a sharp grin. “I do love apple pie,” he agrees. “My regards; you obviously pay attention to detail.” He tilts his head, wondering what the ring of flowers is. “But what did the student make? Who are they?”

[quietlittle-teddybear-blog]

Principal’s Office || Ignis and Kelsey

[quietlittle-teddybear-blog]

Kelsey’s brows furrowed in confusion for a moment, looking up at his principal to try and figure out what exactly he meant. Then he chuckled suddenly, wiping away the last of his tears and scratching the puppy behind it’s ear. “No, I was mentioning your h-height in surprise. Not as a q-question to your j-job!”

The boy watching in surprise as Ignis sat cross-legged on the ground. One puppy stayed in his lap, but the other jumped at Kelsey, and the boy obliged.

“I d-don’t know why I’m here…” He stated plainly, eyes on Remus. He swallowed and hesitated at his principal’s next question, eyes shifting away for a moment.

“N… no…” He stuttered, drawing his hands together to twiddle his fingers. The puppy whined in protest. He was hiding something, clearly. But he couldn’t even imagine admitting to such a big man that he was weak enough to let himself be picked on…

[harvest-king]

Ignis smiles at the boy as he giggles. The deity’s eyes crinkle; a sign more of his age that he possesses faint laughter lines rather than frequent use. “No, I did not think so. After all, if there were height limits to jobs like height limits at those strange parks, then neither of us would ever work, I am afraid.”

Ignis scratches softly behind one of Romulus’ ears. He raises one sharp red eyebrow, a flash of white dagger teeth to chew on bottom lip in thought. “All actions have consequences,” he says, after a pause. “Oftentime the actions of other people have consequences for us. If someone did not want you here, you would not be here.”

Romulus yawns in his lap, a wide showing of her pink tongue and black gums. “I have many sisters, child. Older than me some, most younger than me. But they all are quite aware of one thing: if they need me, I shall be there. If you have a wish to speak, deep in your heart - then speak. Do not be afraid.”