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.
"Wouldn't expect you to but it is indeed potentially impolitic. I'll ask him. Worst case scenario is somebody decides it sounds like lots of fun to invade Valinor, which can probably be solved by having some this-side filtration of who can go through."
"Nope, but what I get out of dreams is almost exactly the stuff it's most difficult to get out of books alone, so now we're both much better at Harthanic. He says you're the person to ask to petition the Valar for some kind of gate - a filtered gate, so as to not have them indiscriminately slaughter an armed incursion should anyone come up with such a plan - so that they don't have to be bothered every time someone wants to do tourism or sell a violin at the stork fund store or something."
...What was it? "And he says politics in my world does in fact get important enough that it wouldn't be a waste of your talent there."
"Cool. You wanna keep me up until Laurelin's peak playing Governor or should I go program?"
Governor!
Kib plays very thoughtfully. He has strategy notes he consults occasionally. He appears to be out of his "lose interestingly" experimental phase.