I’m afraid that She Sphinx is travelling at far distant currently, voyaging through the stars on an exploratory mission to discover goldilocks particulars with the Captain and the Hoi polio, replied the Knight, coloured all in Blue up to the edges, but not over.
I shall message her, said the Djinn, we have a direct line via quantum tectonics.
The Djinn retreated inside her whirlwind and tapped quietly into some invisible.
On returning she,
I have talked with my errant daughter, said the Djinn, and asked her where she left the Moral Compass. You should know that I gave it into her safe keeping and responsibility only three millennia ago and she can’t even remember where she left it.
Recently I have observed the conduct of the human peoples and childrens also and find them in need of guidance in all facets of demeanour.
The Moral Compass was carven and milled from a golden cubes not five millennia past, intricate fiddly bits inside, and imbued with all manner of small device and landlines. It is not in the least like an Alethieometer, although in some respects the visuals have cross over. There are dials within dials and pointers which might indicate at all costs. Don’t ask. You might think that it must be manufacture by some divine sculptor or mechanic, but gods do not exist, so it must have been by a human hand convened, which thread and substance is melted into historical mist or myth.
The less, the better, it lay undisturbed in my desert until they settled down and started to argue the toss. At that point forwards it profit those who might guide and suggest a neutral path of behaviours in which the greater good is always upon the horizon.
What shall we, without it? Plough our own disaster probably. Make another mistake, take a wrong turn onto the wrong side of the train underneath the arches. Then in time we all land back in hell, with an ouf and some broken ribs, a scuff on the chin and a backpack full of regret. Some may not in fact make it through, obviously sadness would ensue and be involved.
So forth and therefore, young Knight of Az, I charge you with the secular quest of discovery, where She Sphinx left the Morale Compass. I have already asked when she saw it last, but she cannot, so don’t go there. Your quest will involve discovery and detective work. I thee countenance that the MC can only be handled by those who are intending betterment, so don’t send any evil idiots.
I take your countenance and double it, said the Blue Knight, I shall request the assistance of Vivainne Desegur and her partner Constance, also she Sphinx and Sheba might, as it seems all the fault of the Sphinx, I expect she will be back from the stars any time now. I shall quest myself in the company of my love the Blue Woman Knight, who is very fierce and determined in these, we can take leave of our son the Blue Young Man Knight, as he at his studies at the University of Az.
What is he studying? asked the Djinn
Media studies, he replied, He wants to become an influencer when he grows stronger. I had hoped that he might follow in his parental hoof prints and go a questing, but he says that questing is old hat and also not his bag. I pretended to understand but to be honest I haven’t, of course we will always support in every.
One shouldn’t denigrate media studies, said the Djinn, I myself write a blog concerning the perception of djinns in social media.
Anyway, between the three groupings I’m sure we will succeed and provide the MC in all its efficacy. Can you give us a clue, can you design a tapestry of the nature and flavour of the ecosystem that the MC might favour. I might then fashion an MC detector which our questing couples might wield in the field.
Good question, said the Djinn, great question in fact. As I recall the MC often settles in the shade by the seaside in the summer, but in winter it does have a penchant for winter sports, snowboarding for preference, but skiing also.
So seaside in summer and mountains in the snow, got it.
Returning just in time economics, She Sphinx, claiming no responsibility as she was otherwise engaged, dancing in the desert, and her erstwhile partner Sheba, her of the clever hat and infinite hair, set out on quest to discover or rediscover in the case of the Sphinx, the whereabouts of the lost Moral Compass.
The Guardians of the Cave 