Everyday Life With Guardsmares
Chapter 138
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Lily Glamerspear was off to an early start at being completely drunk by the end of the night.
It wasn't helped by the fact that Ebonshield, despite her trim figure, could drink like a fish. The unicorn should have remembered how the batpony managed to outlast her on that first 'meet-and-greet' night drinking upstairs. Yet while Anon and Artemis prepared for, rehearsed, and then executed a very nice Lipizzaner Waltz, and Honour was off conferring with her stallion in shining armor, Lily had been left alone with the bat-fish-pony. Not that Glamerspear was laying all of the blame for her current 'buzz' on Purity: Lily was an eager partner in getting herself drunk, and she was happy to have found that one of her companions, at least, was just as happy to get drunk with her. All the better to forget the vile Captain Montgomery Mailedhoof and look forward to a brighter future.
"Hey, Lily."
At that moment, the unicorn realized somepony was talking to her, and that they weren’t offering to refill her drink. "Hmm?"
Honour, still looking cute in her red dress -- even though she was presently scowling in it -- had ducked behind the wall next to their little balcony, and jerked a forehoof down towards the ballroom floor. The floor where the Royal Engineer and Artemis were about to be intercepted by Honour's father, Leeward.
"I want to hear what they say."
Lily lifted an eyebrow and shrugged. "So, go downstairs. We'll wait here for you."
Honour scoffed. "I mean without revealing myself to Leeward. I want you to tell me."
Lily glanced down -- it was still pretty loud and crowded in the ballroom, and Leeward was still having to weave as he made his way over to their VIP.
‘Fat chance of hearing anything all the way up here.’
"I dunno, I don't think I'll be able to make anything out."
Exasperated, Honour gestured with a forehoof. "So use some magic to hear what they're saying!"
‘Exactly what kind of magic is she proposing here?’
"Huh? I'm a soldier, not a spy."
The brown earth pony narrowed her eyes. "True, but I've never met a unicorn with siblings who didn't have a few sneaky spells under their saddle. And from the way you toss out utility spells like that hoof-glue for slippery surfaces, I bet you're a lot more than the two-trick pony we've seen so far. So, come on, fire up an eavesdropping spell, because I want to listen."
Now that was just prejudicial, and Lily scrunched up her muzzle. Yeah, she had three nerdy brothers who absolutely got into every spell that their mother would allow them to try. And yeah, maybe some of that rubbed off on her -- but she resented the accusation that she was some kind of repository of useful tricks to be called upon at a moment's notice by her leaders. Lily was a 14E air defense specialist; shielding and shooting was all she had to do, besides perhaps the occasional use of base telekinesis.
Beside her, Purity went wide-eyed with delight. "You can do this, Lily? Make the sounds from a distance appear nearby? Such a wonderful skill!"
Now, when Lily’s bubbly drinking buddy, and the only pony in their group whose achievements rivalled her own -- or rather, exceeded hers, if the unicorn was being honest, but then again she was older...
Anyways, Lily wasn’t going to pass up an opportunity to impress her. "Of course I can!"
Honour scoffed. "I knew it. Unicorn guardsponies are always full of magic tricks they never want to let out of the bag. The why of it is beyond me."
Regaining her composure -- and a measure of sobriety -- Lily remembered why she resisted Honour’s request in the first place. "Because, outside of super moto freaks looking for a shot at the special forces, showing off a variety of skilled magic is a surefire way to get given extra duty as the squad's gofer -- and a surefire way to get hammered back down like a square peg stuck in a round hole. Nopony likes an overachiever in the rank and file." Lily scowled at the corporal. "I'd have thought you'd known that, Honour, given the way you talk about your own experiences in the guard."
Peeking briefly around to see her father just a few steps away from reaching Anonymous and Sparkshower, the earth pony hissed ruefully. "Okay, fine. I don't know the troubles that ordinary unicorn soldiers have to go through. Now, can you please just do it? I don't want to miss anything."
Lily nodded, glancing confidently at her batpony comrade. "Sure thing. Gather close, gals -- I'll pipe the sound from in there out here, but it won't be very loud." Lighting up her horn, she fired up a spell that she didn't think she’d used since she spied on her brother Lupin and his marefriend sneaking up into his bedroom…
Artemis Sparkshower
‘That was one of the most magical moments of my life!’
Artemis Sparkshower was still feeling flush with excitement. And maybe a few other emotions.
‘Oooh, hurricanes -- I still can’t believe I actually got up and kissed the Royal Engineer!’
It was just on his cheek, but she didn’t ask permission, and he didn't turn away, and anyways he was the one who’d held her in that unscripted dip at the end. And now the two of them were just standing there, the pegasus on her hind hooves, leaning against his chest, and blushing furiously. With a quick look up, she noticed that he seemed a bit rosy-cheeked, too.
‘Should I get down?’ Artemis vaguely remembered him muttering something about waiting a few moments for the crowds to thin.
Hopefully Honour and Lily and Purity would get here soon to break the tension.
"Ahoy there!"
‘That's not one of my comrades…’
"I say, ahoy there, my Lord Engineer!"
Artemis felt Anonymous stiffen up at the approach of Honour's father, Leeward. That was her cue to give a quick flap of her wings to back away from him, escaping his loose grasp before pivoting on her hooves and getting back down on all fours, taking up position on Anon's left -- the appropriate position, she noted, for either his lady or for his subordinate soldier.
The earth pony sailor hobbled up to them with surprising rapidity, given his peg leg, and their VIP greeted him amiably. "Ahoy there, mister Bound. I trust you're enjoying your evening?"
Leeward briefly tapped a forehoof up to the navy brim of his white sailor's cap, breaking into a smile. "Aye, my Lord, certainly. Never has there been an ill word spoken of Her Majesty Princess Celestia's Grand Galloping Gala, and 'tis a pleasure to see the why of it in person." Licking his lips, he gave a quick bow and indicated Artemis with a forehoof. "If you'll permit me to say so, m'Lord, I caught the end of your performance with miss Sparkshower here, and you were stunning. Absolutely cracking. Danced circles around the other couples."
Anon smiled, chuckling. "I think perhaps you exaggerate, but thank you nonetheless."
Leeward looked at Artemis with warm admiration. "No exaggeration, I assure you! And there was no finer mare on the dance floor than you, miss Sparkshower. I hope you'll bless old hearts like my own with some further spectacular promenades later tonight with your statuesque partner?"
‘Oh, thundershowers!’
‘Dancing some more with the Royal Engineer, after dinner?’
‘The statuesque Royal Engineer?’
She felt her cheeks going flush again. But Artemis didn't know what to say -- it would depend if Anon wanted to dance later. And, moreover, if he wanted to dance with her.
The pegasus choked out a polite, noncommittal answer accompanied by a curtsy. "We'll see, mister Bound. Thank you for the compliments."
"Of course, of course!" He turned to look up at the Royal Engineer once more. "...Now, ah, I beg your pardon m'Lord, but I was wondering if perhaps since you arrived with my daughter Honoria, you might have some idea of her present whereabouts?"
Anon's expression firmed up -- it didn't harden, not quite, but the pleasant levity evaporated. "I'm afraid not, mister Bound. We parted ways some time before the Lipizzaner Waltz."
Leeward looked a little disappointed. "Ah, I see. And she gave you no indication of where she might be found?"
"I'm afraid not. We made promises to meet up again later in the evening, but no concrete plans."
"How unfortunate. I don't wish to hound your lordship for the rest of the evening, but I have not spoken to my daughter in quite some time, you understand, hence my anxiety to see her again after having been forced off-course earlier by churlish sailors already three sheets to the wind. Perhaps I might follow you along until we can all be reunited?"
The Royal Engineer shifted his weight on his feet. "To be perfectly honest with you, mister Bound, Honour directly expressed to me a very concerted desire not to speak with you again."
Now it was Leeward's turn to lose his smile; he didn’t get angry, either, but the congeniality disappeared. "And, being a gentlecolt, of course you will keep true to her request." Despite the firm delivery, it was almost a statement of defeat; there was no way he expected the Royal Engineer to betray Honour.
Artemis found herself instinctively stiffening on her hooves as a fog of tension rolled in between the two colts.
"Yes, for that reason and others. But perhaps I could relay a message on your behalf."
Leeward looked away, grinning. "Oh, relay a message, haha. I've sent many a note to Honoria over the years, but it seems she's little interest in replying to me. I'm afraid my pleas, even delivered through you, my Lord, would fall on deaf ears." Still chuckling, he turned back to the two of them. "Not that it'll stop me from trying. After all, what kind of father would I be if I gave up on seeing to the happiness of my daughter?"
‘Seeing to the happiness of his daughter?’
Artemis still had trouble matching up this gregarious sailor with Honour's description of somepony living in a fantasy, but a statement like that tied him to it a bit more.
That statement made her VIP furrow his brow. "Perhaps not a very good father, but if you'll permit me to serve as a proxy, I understood that Honour's objection to speaking to you had rather a lot to do with what exactly would be conducive to her happiness."
The salty sailor bobbed his head. "Really? She said that much, did she? Well, then, my Lord, and Miss Sparkshower, could I ask you both a simple question? Does my daughter seem happy to you?"
Artemis glanced up at the Royal Engineer, who still held Leeward in his gaze.
‘That is a tough one!’
The corporal didn't smile much, and wasn't very optimistic, and honestly was negative a lot of the time… But to admit that she didn't seem happy felt like it would be a betrayal.
Yet she certainly didn't want to lie about Honour being happy to her own father!
Luckily, Artemis’ VIP came up with an elegant, deflective answer. "In fact, mister Bound, Honour has confided to me on several occasions that she finds her present posting here, as the leader of my bodyguard quaternion, quite satisfying."
Leeward chuckled, rearing back to adjust the position of his hind hooves. "A very good answer, my Lord. But, if you'll forgive me, being satisfied with one's job is not the same as being happy..."
‘Darn, he saw through it.’
Backing off, Leeward stepped around in a wide circle, taking advantage of the ample space in the now nearly-empty ballroom. "When you're happy, the world is a bright, warm place. When you're happy, you see the best in the people around you. When you're happy, you find joy in every day and pleasure in every night. I know my daughter, and I know happiness, and even if I didn't know it from before, at our fleeting encounter earlier tonight, I could see that she wasn't happy. The magic just wasn't there."
Anon folded his arms in front of his chest, a wry grin on his face. "I take it you consider yourself 'happy,' mister Bound?"
At this, Leeward spun around to face them. "Of course! And that's because I follow the one and only way to be happy, as an Equestrian." Limping up once more, he looked at Artemis. "Perhaps your Lordship is unaware of it, as a relative newcomer to our fair land. But your graceful pegasus companion knows it as well as any earth pony or unicorn, I'm sure. For we Equestrians, the key to happiness is seared onto us as visibly as a brand."
Artemis furrowed her brow.
‘A key to happiness seared into Equestrians?’
He could only be talking about one thing.
"You mean our Cutie Marks, mister Bound?"
At that, his face lit up in a wide grin, exposing his gold tooth. "Precisely, miss Sparkshower! Our Cutie Marks. Come now, my dear, won't you share with your partner the purpose of those devices?"
Still feeling confused about the colt's argument, the pegasus looked up at her VIP, who faced down at her. "A pony's Cutie Mark -- common to earth ponies, unicorns, and pegasi alike -- is a symbol on their flanks. They appear around the same time the pony reaches adolescence."
Anon nodded. "Yes, I'd been told that."
But Leeward gestured hastily with a foreleg. "Lively now, my dear, let's have the rest. What do they mean?"
She still didn't see where this was going. "Well, a Cutie Mark generally indicates a particular pony's particular talent or characteristic. It points to what makes that pony special..."
Artemis perked up a bit as she decided to use herself as an example. Hiking her dress with a forehoof, she briefly exposed her flank. "...Like me, for example! My Cutie Mark is three overlapping cumulus clouds raining down sparks! It's not just a reference to my name: I have a talent for managing atmospheric conditions -- I was very good at my job in the Airborne Weather And Climate Service. But for right now, since I'm one of the few pegasi in the Royal Guard who can handle high-altitude flight in heavy armor, I think the sparks are illustrating a clash of bronze armor and weapons high up in the clouds!"
Anon smiled. "I always thought it was a reference to your brilliant personality and shining enthusiasm even in the face of ominous darkness, Artemis."
‘Oooh, tornadoes! There I go getting all rosy again!’
As she quickly fanned herself cool again with her wings, Leeward leaned back and sat down on his haunches, such as he could with his peg leg. "Hah! What matters, in any case, is that Miss Sparkshower knows what unique gifts her Cutie Mark represents, and more importantly, is using those gifts to the best of her abilities."
Leeward paused for a moment, until he was certain he'd captured both Artemis and her VIP's attention once more. "For an Equestrian, true happiness, true joy in life can only come from that. A pony who doesn't understand their Cutie Mark is surely lost, and one who isn't fulfilling their purpose is living in misery."
Leeward looked up at the magnificent illustrated ceiling, and Artemis found herself following his gaze. The arched painting depicted a sky-scape surrounded by classical personifications of the Equestrian states -- a swarthy sailor for Fillydelphia, for example, or a hardworking ranch-hoof for Appleloosa. At the center, enthroned in clouds and surrounded by unicorn representations of the ideal monarchical virtues, sat a single white alicorn with majestic wings and a dazzling pastel-rainbow mane.
Princess Celestia, alone.
Canterlot Palace was built after Princess Luna's rebellion, and by ponies who probably didn't want to have too many visible reminders of that awful event.
Still reverently beholding the fresco, Leeward reached up and pulled off his cap, pressing it tight against his chest. "We are each of us put here in this world for a reason, my Lord. Our Cutie Marks serve as our guides to that reason, that purpose. There's no greater tragic figure than a pony who doesn't understand that."
After spending a moment in reflection, he looked down at the two of them again, and they both met his gaze once more.
Drained of energy, Leeward looked genuinely sad.
It was Artemis’ VIP who spoke next. "And you think Honour is in such a position?"
The weathered sailor nodded. "Aye, I do. It heartens me to hear you say that she's now satisfied with her position, but that is a recent development, and I fear 'tis not enough. She has ever been restless and unhappy." Licking his lips, Leeward glanced up at the ceiling once more. "Honoria, my daughter -- she's very impulsive, when mood takes her. One moment, slack water, and the next, gale force. She can brood over the past, yet she never stops to consider where she's going. On my many crossings across the great Celestia Sea, I've had plenty of time to consider things as they are. I understood my own mark at a very young age, you know, but of late I have come to understand my daughter's as well. As I wish to see her happy, I cannot rest until I have made her see the truth of her purpose."
That was an interesting thought, and Artemis considered his words carefully.
Honour's Cutie Mark was a black 'cross moline' surrounded by a ring of bronze chain. Surely the icon of heraldry and the chain pointed to her present occupation as a VIP bodyguard?
"You don't think she's satisfying her purpose as a VIP bodyguard in the Royal Guard? The heraldic 'cross moline' could represent the noblepony she's sworn to protect, and the encompassing chain could be her act of safeguarding that pony's honor and person."
The colt shook his head. "No, miss Sparkshower, though that is a fine guess. The symbols of our marks speak to our nature, not the nature of others around us. In any case, if that were her purpose, she would have found happiness when she first took up the position, and not only now with your gracious Lord."
That did make sense to Artemis. "What do you think her Cutie Mark means, then?"
Leeward twitched his thin mustache. "That is a personal detail, and should be kept private. But I suppose, since she has confided in you both already, I can share my unshakable conclusion."
With his free hoof, he traced the defining symbol of Corporal Bound's Cutie Mark in the air. "The centerpiece is not a 'cross moline' as you believe, Miss Sparkshower, but a 'cross anchory' -- an anchor. Not in the physical sense as one for a boat, for it's black, the colour of iron, a metal which does not tolerate seawater, but an anchor in the nobler sense, as iron is the metal of the heart and of the hearth. An anchor for a family. And the chain, made of bronze -- sturdy against weather, it encompasses the world, securing all within reach of the anchor."
The sailor broke out of his sadness into a smile of bittersweet joy. "She was destined to be the anchor for her close friends and family. It's so simple, yet so elegant. Do you know, her mark appeared at a remarkably young age? None of her peers had theirs yet; her mother was very proud. And so was I, when I put back into port and saw her mark for the first time..."
Leeward chuckled, shaking his head. "...I should have recognized it for what it meant even then. As I said in the entry atrium, from the moment she was born, she was my spiritual anchor, my connection back home. I always felt the chain connecting me to her. She drew others to her, as well: she had a little group of young freshwater fry following her about, before she joined the guard. I wasn't sure what to make of that, but when she met a charming young colt and fell in love, I saw a bright future ahead of her."
Now it was Anonymous' turn to speak up, in a calm but firm voice. "That 'charming young fellow,' as you call him, lied to and adultered against your daughter."
The sailor nodded, flicking his ears, setting the shiny golden hoops attached to them dangling to and fro. "And my wife adultered against me before then. It's a lonely life, being a sailor and being a sailor's wife. But we are none of us without our flaws. I promised to love Honoria's mother for better or for worse; I still love her now as I did when we first wed. Forgiveness is an essential virtue if one wants to live happily. Honoria has always had trouble with that as well."
Artemis wanted to believe Honour's version of the story, but her father was making an awful lot of good points. Honour did seem to struggle with forgiveness -- with herself, even. The pegasus remembered the incident when the Royal Engineer had workers rearranging his room without a bodyguard present. And when she second-guessed herself after the successful Battle of Newstirrup Bridge. And Artemis had to admit that Honour really didn't seem completely happy, not in the way Leeward was describing his ideal 'happiness,' anyways. The Corporal accused her father of being a stereotype, but wasn't he just simply a good example of a truly happy Equestrian pony?
It was a lot to process at once.
After a moment of contemplation, Artemis’ VIP unfolded his arms. "Well, Mister Bound, I must admit that you make some good points, and I appreciate your advice about how to live a happy life. But I do believe there's a serious flaw in your argument; perhaps one which, as a non-pony, I'm uniquely positioned to point out."
That got Leeward's attention, and the older colt collected himself. "Oh? I'm all ears, m'Lord."
Anonymous pointed at his hip. "As you say, Cutie Marks are unique to Equestrians. I don't have one; none of my kind do. But everything you've said about happiness absolutely applies to my people. Discovering one's purpose in life, and pursuing it, is surely the route to spiritual fulfilment; this fact has been opined upon many times, by many of the finest philosophers and sages of my world. We do so without the benefit of a stamp upon us, but the challenge is the same."
Furrowing his brow, he shook his head. "The problem is that discovering your purpose in life is a fundamentally personal journey. No one else, not even a parent, can tell you what your purpose is. To be told your purpose destroys the sense of fulfilment from having found your niche, because the satisfaction is in the finding, not merely in the knowing."
The Royal Engineer spread his gloved hands wide. "I don't think it's a question of whether or not your interpretation of her Cutie Mark is 'correct,' mister Bound. The problem I see is that it is your interpretation, and not hers. She might possibly come to the same conclusion, but what matters is that it's her conclusion, and hers alone. That's what will make it special to her. Coming to our own understanding of ourselves is what opens the path to self-realization. You just can't be told or led, let alone cajoled or forced."
Artemis’ tall VIP inhaled deeply through his nose. "...So, I'm sorry, sir. I appreciate that you believe your daughter is in distress and want to help her as best you can, but even if your premise that she's unhappy because she hasn't found her purpose in life was true, I must advise you to abandon the idea of guiding her to the path you see for her. We each have to find our own path, and your prodding to what you see as the 'right' direction can only serve to alienate her, as unfortunately it seems already to have done."
Anonymous' forceful argument gave pause to Leeward. If Honour hadn't been replying to his letters, maybe he'd never really had to actually argue this point with anypony else before. At least, nopony as clever as their VIP!
Or even Honour.
But with all this talk about happiness, Artemis wondered a bit about the health of her own Very Important Pony, especially since he wasn't actually a pony.
She cleared her throat. "Anonymous, are you... happy? Do you know your purpose, I mean?"
He took a deep breath. "That's a good question. After my broken-off engagement, I felt lost for quite some time. That wasn't helped when I became physically lost from arriving here in this world by accident. Very soon after arriving here, seeing the state of things, I set myself a goal of industrializing Equestria. I've been working hard towards it, but I have to admit until quite recently it wasn't completely satisfying. I kind of pushed down that dissatisfaction and focused on the task at hand, though. It was the only way I could think of to move forward as a stranger in a strange land."
That was awfully sad, but he'd left out more recent developments.
Artemis nodded in understanding. "And now?"
Anonymous shrugged. "I still don't know. It's certainly been a lot more lively since you all showed up. I haven't just had my nose buried in books and papers. And my path towards industrialization has meandered and been detoured several times. But I haven't felt worse because of it -- I've felt better, actually." With a chuckle, he shook his head. "I can't say that I know my purpose here, but if happiness is fulfilling one's purpose, then I sure feel like I'm a lot closer to fulfilling mine."
He smiled warmly at Artemis, and she smiled back. Some of the exuberance of having just danced the Lipizzaner Waltz at the Grand Galloping Gala with a handsome, intelligent, and honorable colt started rushing back in.
Leeward still seemed deep in thought, and perhaps a bit in shock.
Finally, he stood up on all fours. "I confess that your Lordship makes an interesting point. I think I shall have to ponder the matter further. In the meantime, if I cannot see my daughter in person, I should very much like to take you up on your offer to convey her a message."
Anonymous nodded. "Of course."
The old sailor -- and it was only now, in this moment of weakness, that he actually looked old -- tried to recompose himself. "Would you kindly tell my daughter that, in spite of anything she may have done to me in the past, I forgive her, and in turn I seek her forgiveness for anything I may have done to her. If she can forgive me, then I should very much like to see her again, even if only in silence." He sniffled, and Artemis saw a tear start to form at his right eye -- quickly wiped away by a forehoof.
"...My Lord, I was not completely honest earlier when I said that I was happy. I'm very nearly there, but I'm still missing one crucial piece. I must prevail upon your Lordship's good graces to help me find it. With that, I take my leave."
The two were both a bit dumbstruck by that admission, but Leeward Bound, boatswain of the 'Tambermane,' still holding his cap against his breast, gave a deep bow. Then he turned, replaced his hat, and strode off with a noticeable clip-clop-clip-TOC from his peg leg.
Lily Glamerspear
Lily Glamerspear was definitely too sloshed for whatever just happened. Some kinda metaphila...
Metaphile...
Metaphys...
Well, some kinda meta discussion anyways, about happiness and misery or whatever. It was all a lot of nonsense; the way she saw it, things were simple: happiness was being three or four drinks into a night. Misery was being more than six, depending of course on when the night started.
Lily was hovering at the five-drinks threshold, having nursed her most recent pour since well before the Lipizzaner Waltz. This was the cutoff point, if she wanted to be smart about things. As soon as she got some food in her at dinnertime, probably switching to water until the dance floor opened up properly -- still at least two hours away -- then she could resume again, staying neatly in the 'happy' window.
On her left, one very happy batpony softly clip-clopped her forehooves together. "¡Magnífica! We heard every word as easily as if they had been here in front of us! Truly the magia de unicornios, she is if anything undersold. You have great talent, Lily."
Terminating the spell, the unicorn pursed her lips and rolled one shoulder up as she brought a forehoof playfully up to her tuft. "Well, you know, Purity, one does try."
Lily looked over at Honour, hoping for some more half-drunken praise, but she was just sitting there, stupefied.
‘Is she drunker than I am?’
With earth pony physiology, that seemed impossible, unless she'd been doing nothing but sucking down drinks since the moment she’d left the original group to go find her stallion sergeant.
Lily dipped her head a bit to catch the earth pony’s gaze. "Hey, you okay there, Honour? Don't get too hypnotized by my dazzling mana weaves, now."
The red-clad, brown pony blinked a few times, then shook her head quickly. "Sorry, I, uh. Huh..."
Then she reached for her drink and, with a moment's contemplation, quickly knocked back the whole thing in one gulp.
That told Lily that either she did drink a lot while she was gone, or more likely, she didn't drink anything at all and now suddenly felt the need to catch up.
‘Yeah, dealing with fathers do sometimes be like that.’
Honour coughed and screwed her muzzle up as the sting of the booze hit her throat, then put the glass down. "...Thanks for that, Lily."
It was unclear if she was thanking her for the drink or for the spell. Maybe it was both.
Lily cocked an eyebrow. "So, are we good to reunite the party-patrol quaternion?"
Honour nodded, slowly, and still with that same bewildered expression. "Yeah, let's go downstairs."
Much as Lily would have loved to poke into her mind a little more, on the one hoof she was feeling a little too tipsy to do that right now, on the other hoof, it was a lot more fun to do it with a larger audience. And on the third and fourth hooves, it would work better if everybody else was a little more hammered, too. So, time to find Anonymous, Artemis, and the nearest bar!
Suggested interlude music: Yola Recoba - 'Wicked Game' [2020]
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=58MwfECyxck
