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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
That was - far less complicated than he would have expected, on every level. He fondly watches Kib fall asleep.
secondchance
Turns out Kib mumbles random words in his sleep all the time, not just when he is having a bad dream.
He catalogues them to ask about later. Maybe something from the resurrection dreams. Maybe sleep-talking is another criteria to find reborn Kibs by, should they need them.
adebarsteine
Making oatmeal. Eating the oatmeal, reading the newspaper.
Putting together a puppet that will be able to hold a book and turn pages while she's in the bath because baths are boring.
She's drowning in fever and every twitch aggravates the gauze-packed pits clustered everywhere she can bend, every breath stretches the ones on her spine and if she screams the one at the hinge of her jaw boring a hole through her cheek will yawn open - someone's whispering, she can't listen, someone's putting a cloth on her forehead, begging her to hold still to relax to try to be distracted while he changes the bandages, she can't listen it's too much too much -
Putting together a puppet that will be able to hold a book and turn pages while she's in the bath because baths are boring.
She's drowning in fever and every twitch aggravates the gauze-packed pits clustered everywhere she can bend, every breath stretches the ones on her spine and if she screams the one at the hinge of her jaw boring a hole through her cheek will yawn open - someone's whispering, she can't listen, someone's putting a cloth on her forehead, begging her to hold still to relax to try to be distracted while he changes the bandages, she can't listen it's too much too much -
And he wakes up with one hand over his mouth and the other on the back of his head pressing him into the pillows. Kib.
secondchance
Kib twists to wordlessly demand snuggles. It was bad. Once I wake up it doesn't hurt though.
secondchance
I don't know they're dreams while I'm having them. I'm just her, doing what she'd do because she's me and I wouldn't think to do anything else while I'm being her -
Snuggles. I'm sorry. Uh, if you ever find yourself in horrible pain in this life you could attempt waking up, as a favor to future Kib?
secondchance
I'll try to at least think of it, but I don't know that it'll really help, if I'm going to dream through her whole life and it has a defined amount of pox in it, if future Kib pulls off being immortal and has to sleep through whatever happens to me in whatever size chunks...
So do you think not even waking you up helps, you're going to have to live out the rest of that memory sometime?
secondchance
Yeah, I think so. ...I have no idea what it'll be like when I get to the part where she dies.
Did Findekáno not show you? My room's the safest place, there's access to the gardens and a couple different ways you can get around from there...
That afternoon Maitimo finds him with his scriber. "Kib? When you have a minute I have a list of things I think might be valuable for your people and trivial for us, for the storefront. If it's right, I want to have it as part of the petition to the Valar."
"Jewelry - nonmagical, spices, fabrics, artwork - what you're most impressed with is probably more valuable information than what I'm most impressed with, but I have a list of things and how easily they're made - I actually just went ahead and ordered everything by person-hours to produce it on this page, and by volume on this page, in case there's a constraint on storage on your end..."
secondchance
"Storage limit probably not meaningfully, I don't think we'll have any trouble getting enough startup capital to have a whole warehouse." He looks at the pages. "The thing with art is that on the high end it requires more specialized sales work than any of the commodities. Might need a middleman."