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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.
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secondchance
"Someday I imagine we'll invent a technical solution. Some people find it pleasant, but my wife does not particularly, and seven is quite a lot."
secondchance
"She'll probably also be able to servantmake - have you tried again that since we've been here?"
He has. It did not work. "That's good," he says, "she'll have her strength built-in, though she may have others."
"All of my children are exceptional at something and I imagine it'd be hard to be a child of mine and not be exceptional at anything."
"I've been just walking around looking at things, I can think of a hundred avenues for further investigation but they're all safer done at home -"
secondchance
"Wandering it is."
This city-state has some tourist attractions, all of which are rather lackluster compared to random city blocks in Tirion but are at least illustrative of human taste and capacity.
This city-state has some tourist attractions, all of which are rather lackluster compared to random city blocks in Tirion but are at least illustrative of human taste and capacity.
About which he has lots of questions, and they tend to spur new ones. They've already established that there are physical differences, but didn't dive into human construction techniques or things that economies enabled.
Kib is not really expected to have stopped the High Prince from doing exactly as he pleases. There is a hubbub. Maitimo comes out, sees the baby, and has a complicated expression on his face for a second before it changes to utter delight and he comes over to meet her.
secondchance
There's not much to meet. She's a baby. She can pretty much blink at things and wave her arms around.
"...I should make her shades."
"...I should make her shades."
secondchance
"Yeah, she's not gonna be able to move her own shades on and off for a while, that might be more convenient for her not having to squint all the time until she can learn to do that."
"You could move back into the palace, father," Maitimo says, "less bright than outside, plenty of space for her to run around..."
Fëanáro looks torn.
Fëanáro looks torn.
"Well, let's do shades now, so we can take her home," he says firmly, and starts telling Maitimo about Kib's world - 'he wasn't exaggerating about the architecture, but they used some interesting materials, the plants mostly looked familiar but I took cuttings of a few I want someone to go track down for me - I assume we have them somewhere - Kib's unusually pretty for a human, let me show you what a bunch of them look like..."
Maitimo's expression is very very patient and barely twitches.
Maitimo's expression is very very patient and barely twitches.
They give Eonwë their respects and he departs. And then another man comes sweeping in. He looks like Fëanáro but perhaps slightly older. Everyone bows. "You have a granddaughter," Fëanáro says.