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.
Might be best. Or, you know, creches are actually fine? I do okay in a creche environment, twice?
Not necessarily till I'm an adult, but till I'm - stably opinionated. Maybe scoop me up when I'm nine or ten and then give me all my notes. - I have no idea if sexual orientation is "stably men only" or, like, "random", Aly was straight.
I will brainstorm ways to ask without looking insane enough to sabotage all nearby projects. Maybe I'll write a novel or something.
They play Governor that evening. The festival finally concludes, with another concert. Fëanáro occasionally writes with questions about golem programming. And Findekáno asks him out again, to a historical drama that's been frowned out of performance in the city's main venues but is hosting underground shows.
Kib does not have social unacceptability goggles on today, so he asks Findekáno about that.
I'm not angry with you, I'm just a little cooled off. If this state were likely to persist I wouldn't have gone out with you today at all.
Well, Kib says, I might have gone to the play but I would have clarified that it wasn't a date.