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.
We should probably get a meal sometime and talk about - what you envision from a life here, if it can't involve a wedding party in King's Square, what relationship boundaries work best for you, things like that. I think that sort of thing is generally better navigated by sober undistracted conversation.
- I normally take notes about whatever I'm thinking. I've been oblique about stuff but I can be more thorough, invent a cipher or something, if that seems warranted, if anybody's liable to read my notes except me.
Tonight works. Is anybody both liable to read the notebooks and find a code an interesting challenge, I don't know how good your father is about privacy? They are all marked 'do not read'.
Me either. Doesn't he have to make everybody here? If you're supposed to be straight why aren't you, it's not to spare me lonely nights.
I mean, if there's a Vala who can straighten people the reverse doesn't seem impossible conceptually but you'd think somebody would have noticed...
Yeah. Adding mental tampering on top of mental tampering is not a really straightforward question.