The Summer Schoolmistress
"The space, halfway between a salon and a classroom, is lit to painful brilliance. The walls are hung with images of the sun. A chalkboard lurks in a corner, surrounded by piles of books. Creatures scamper and frolic at your feet – Whitsun hatchlings of all species and stripes fill the room. The Summer Schoolmistress smooths her skirts, sitting straight in a high-backed chair. When she is seated, you no longer need to crane quite so high to meet her eye."[1]
The Summer Schoolmistress is a mysterious woman who lives in a mansion in the Prickfinger Wastes.
Friend to All Creatures[edit | edit source]
The Schoolmistress is a very tall woman with pitch-black eyes, who is known for adopting and raising the strange creatures born from the eggs of Whitsun.[2] She lives in the Summer Nursery, a sprawling mansion hidden deep within the Prickfinger Wastes, outside of London.[3] Couriers regularly deliver supplies and books of poetry to this remote estate.[4]
The Summer Nursery[edit | edit source]
"A mansion sprawls here, abutting stalagmites at each extremity, as if the house has been crammed into a clearing too small to contain it. A fierce excess of light spills from its myriad windows, casting long-toothed shadows over the Wastes."[1]
The Summer Nursery is an enormous manor, with several wings and a great many rooms. Most of the Whitsun creatures gather to play and frolic in the Candlelit Conservatory.[2] In the Botanical Laboratory, amidst bubbling flasks, the Schoolmistress distills London's poetry in bowls of solvent for her experiments.[5] The Twisted Greenhouse is a bleak and lonely place, filled with Surface plants that miss the light of the Sun, yet stand in the face of the surrounding darkness of the Neath.[6] The first room that most visitors encounter, however, is the Schoolmistress' Parlour, a brightly lit mixture of salon and classroom. Aside from teaching tools, the walls are decorated with paintings of the Sun, and Whitsun creatures mill about.[7]
Daughter of the Tree[edit | edit source]
"I was not born in the usual way. It was a subtractive process: all acts of consumption have their byproducts. Accidents. Waste. I am the remnant of one such consumption."[1]
The Summer Schoolmistress is a very complicated being. She came to be in what the academics of London would call a low birth:[8] her so-called father, the Bazaar, pilfered the memories of the Sun from her "mother," the oldest tree in London when it Fell.[9] This process turned the tree into what the Schoolmistress is now.[10] Unsurprisingly given the context of her birth, she views her "father" with much disdain, calling it a parasite and blaming its pride for the downfall of the four cities that preceded London.[11] She also deeply misses sunlight and its warmth.[12]
Thanks to her unique nature, the Schoolmistress has a talent for botany; for years, she had a deal with London's Department of Parks and Game, in which she helped them grow trees in London's parks and alleys in exchange for supplies delivered to her mansion.[13] Recently, however, Licentiates have been sent to murder her couriers in great numbers,[14] acting on orders from an unknown entity (which seems to have the Bazaar's assent).[15] The Schoolmistress must now venture outside her mansion to retrieve supplies, and may employ outsiders to take care of her Nursery while she is gone.[16]
The Schoolmistress spends her time educating and raising a host of Whitsun creatures. She sincerely believes that they are not being taken care of, and that they do not deserve to blamed or abandoned simply because of the failings of their creator (the Bazaar).[17]
Curiously, the Schoolmistress doesn't seem to feel many emotions herself. In her laboratory, she distills poetry books into colorful liquids, which she drinks (through her fingers, like how a tree drinks through its roots) to experience the emotions evoked by the poems.[18]
Historical and Cultural Inspirations[edit | edit source]
The Summer Schoolmistress exhibits some similarities to the dryads of Greek myth. She was born from a tree, and has many tree-like characteristics. Although she is a notably resilient being, she also shares the dryads' tendency to suffer from misfortunes caused by other, often more powerful, beings.
The Totteridge Yew, located in the London borough of Barnet on the north side of the city, is considered the oldest tree in London and likely already held this title in 1862. It is estimated to be anywhere from 1000-2000 years old.[19]
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