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Akibel Mowar is on his way home from the blacksmith's when he spots it. People are shrieking and fleeing from it, which seems reasonable, as it's a fuckoff huge snake with a mirror for a face. A big mirror.
Kib can't so much flee. He can shriek - he can lurch in the direction of the nearest house and try the door - it's locked. He can amble briskly...
He can break into a run when the snake gains on him and fall flat on his face.
And he can get eaten up.
And it's too bright too bright too bright and he flings his arm over his eyes.
secondchance
secondchance
"If you know anybody who'd like to play - especially someone who'd be on my team even though you never lose - by all means invite them but I'd be just as happy to assume good faith on not meta-gaming the sabotage step."
So they play Governor all afternoon and evening. Someone brings them an elaborate eight-course dinner and they do not stop playing to eat.
Humans are lovely! He wishes more of his job description included 'help humans from random horrible worlds settle in Valinor and invent things for us'.
He is winning very thoroughly at Governor but he doesn't think Kib has noticed yet.
He has been giving Findekáno running commentary on adorable mannerisms of Kib for several days. He now adds adorable Governor moves.
He's mortal, you know, Findekáno says, if you wait a dozen Years because you are excessively cautious then he will be dead.
Thank you for reminding me! He is mortal! And eighteen! And a guest of my family who may not actually know that he has other places to go, and when he first arrived he was alarmed by how much power I have, and eighteen, and their years are even shorter than ours and he is a different species that probably has ridiculous romantic customs I cannot very well ask about, and eighteen! A dozen Years would be wholly insufficient caution!
Would you like me to come over tonight when the mortal goes to bed? I will not cut off all my hair.
I like your hair.
Was that a 'yes please come over I am sexually frustrated' or a 'no don't come over I will annoy you by pining all night'.
I will not pine all night.
He is winning very thoroughly at Governor but he doesn't think Kib has noticed yet.
He has been giving Findekáno running commentary on adorable mannerisms of Kib for several days. He now adds adorable Governor moves.
He's mortal, you know, Findekáno says, if you wait a dozen Years because you are excessively cautious then he will be dead.
Thank you for reminding me! He is mortal! And eighteen! And a guest of my family who may not actually know that he has other places to go, and when he first arrived he was alarmed by how much power I have, and eighteen, and their years are even shorter than ours and he is a different species that probably has ridiculous romantic customs I cannot very well ask about, and eighteen! A dozen Years would be wholly insufficient caution!
Would you like me to come over tonight when the mortal goes to bed? I will not cut off all my hair.
I like your hair.
Was that a 'yes please come over I am sexually frustrated' or a 'no don't come over I will annoy you by pining all night'.
I will not pine all night.
secondchance
Kib has noticed that he's not as good at this game as he would like to be. But it's his first time. He experiments, he doesn't want to lose instantly but he's trying to lose interestingly. This time.
It is an interesting game. It is well past Laurelin's peak when it resolves itself. Kib has definitely lost interestingly. Maitimo is smiling fondly at him.
"Me too! We may not have time to play another until the end of the week, it's a festival coming up."
"This one's the Festival of First Contact, where we celebrate when the Valar ran across us in the Outer Lands. It's three weeks long, most of the major festivals are, and the festival itself is no deterrent to games of Governor but the preparations shall have to distract me."
secondchance
"Wow, that's a long festival, especially now I know how long your days are. What-all goes on?" Yawn.
"I've kept you up late," he says at once, standing. "And usually there are concerts, performances, formal dances, theatre..."
secondchance
"Sounds like a good time."
Oh look it is his nice underground room.
"Thanks for the game."
Oh look it is his nice underground room.
"Thanks for the game."