Apr 19, 2019 8:45 AM
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Okay, Kiri's gotta go write some letters. She opens the door to this room - "Kiri sleep there," she says, pointing at her door across the hall, "Aleko there," in case the kobold needs this information for some reason, "Jayce there, Jayce know kobold here, safe."

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Nod, nod, nod, good to know. "Kobold stay, kobold quiet."

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"Good."

And Kiri goes to write up orders for stone arches in convenient locations in the towns they intend to visit and write Alser a letter inquiring if she can call on him should any of her contractors fall through and write to employees of Ardelay businesses in all the towns asking them to look for good trustworthy candidates to be on call sitting on tall things and noticing if anything is on fire that shouldn't be "as part of a pilot fire-suppression system". She has the maid-of-all-work run it all into town for the night mail. Then: sleep.
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The kobold isn't able to go right to sleep, but does manage it eventually, after a while spent drawing. She'll wake up with the sun, if nobody disturbs her before that, but she's not going to leave the room without an invitation; she can portal herself a snack if she gets hungry while she waits.

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After the sun has been up for about half an hour there's a knock on the door. "Kiri," says Kiri, lacking pronouns.

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After a moment, the door opens, and there is the kobold, looking reasonably well-rested.

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"Good morning," says Kiri, hoping it'll be clear enough from context that this is just a greeting. She offers the kobold a plate of breakfast. There is scrambled egg and fried potatoes and bacon and pancakes with berry compote and a little dish of maple syrup.

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Tone and context are things, yes. The kobold examines takes the plate and looks it over - food, food, weird food, food... um.

The maple syrup is inexplicably alarming; the kobold sets the plate on the bed and gingerly removes it to the other side of the room where she can pretend it doesn't exist.
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"Maple syrup bad?" says Kiri, puzzled.

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Yeah, um. The kobold's world has elves, they are awful, some idiot stole some maple syrup from them once and they killed a whole bunch of kobolds over it. She doesn't want to think about it.

Look at this nice tasty distracting breakfast. So tasty. So distracting.
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Kiri removes the maple syrup from the room and eats her pancakes without too.

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The kobold appreciates the maple syrup being removed, in a careful not-thinking-about-that sort of way.

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Breakfast breakfast.

Kiri doesn't have a word for 'elves', but...

"Kiri go... stop kobold danger? Fire?"
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Hm.

Sigh.

Maybe?

On the one hand, the elves are definitely awful - kobolds' antimagic protects them from the elves' magic traps, but they trap and sell tigerpeople, and it's even less ambiguous that tigerpeople are people than it is that kobolds are. Plus the cannibalism, plus the fact that they'll go after anybody they think is harming trees. On the other - well, they do have fairly valid reasons not to like kobolds: she's still trying to convince her own tribe that the concept of ownership isn't completely perverse and that they should respect other cultures' views on that, with no success to speak of; getting all the local tribes to agree to stop treating 'go take something from the elves' as a grand test of skill is about as likely as plucking the moon out of the sky. Not that the elves wiping out several tribes and terrorizing the rest for years over one bottle of syrup was reasonable, but... there really isn't a simple solution, there. Not one that's fair to everyone involved, at least.
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Eugh. That does seem complicated. She'd like to go free some tigerpeople, but has no word for either.

No concept of ownership? Can she cobble together - "Kobolds no... control.. things? No want things no take?"
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She's really not in the right headspace for a vocabulary dump, but she can do some words.

"Elf, tigerperson: take thing, put thing place, say 'mine'. Other person touch thing, person do of yell, maybe do of attack. Kobold take thing, put thing place, no say - kobold no say any - no think 'mine'. Other person touch, kobold quiet. Kobold want thing, no want other person touch, kobold hide thing; other person find thing, other person take thing, kobold quiet; kobold know other person maybe find, maybe take. Kobold hide thing, game, other kobold find thing, other kobold proud. Elf, tigerperson, hide thing, kobold think game - danger, proud; big danger, big proud." Sigh. "Other person want thing, kobold take thing, other person hurt."
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Kiri writes down the new words and nods solemnly. "Humans do 'mine'," she mentions, although this was probably obvious.

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Yeah, she'd guessed that.

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When breakfast is gone Kiri takes it and the little dishes of maple syrup from outside the door away.
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The kobold flops back on the bed and stares at the ceiling after Kiri leaves.

The next thing is to go deal with some horses, huh. Why did she agree to that, again?

Because she was bored and wanted an adventure, and fire is an awful way to die. Well, she's not bored now, but fire is still awful; she'll stay, and deal with it, and tonight she'll go home for a bit and hug some friends and feel better. That sounds like a good plan; she can handle that.

By the time Kiri comes back, she's sitting up again and looking a little less morose.
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Kiri comes back a bit later. "Go now?" she asks.

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She nods, and hops off the bed to follow.

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The kobold need not directly interact with any horses. Aleko is attaching the horses to the carriage and it looks like he's going to drive too. Kiri shows the kobold into the carriage. There are curtains, so no one will be able to see that there's a kobold in here.

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Oh, good. She was definitely not looking forward to that. (Y'know who uses horses, in the kobold's world? Elves. Ugh.)

The carriage is pretty neat, though. She's never seen one before - or anything with wheels, apparently - but she comes up with an accurate guess about what it's for and how it works from context.
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