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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
I like to think I'd never be so astoundingly uncreative as to start a war because I needed a magic rock the other side had, but at least it was a magic rock that cures mortality and permits one to fight a Vala.
Still doesn't explain why I didn't just invite myself over and ask for it.
Maybe - whatever happened in the interim - makes me worse at that.
Maybe - whatever happened in the interim - makes me worse at that.
secondchance
Maybe. Or they were pissed off at you by bizarre family proxy for various extreme temperature related disasters.
I bet there's no horrible thing my father could do that would slow me down by more than a Year in talking someone around to working with me. I guess if I didn't have a Year.
In that case I think I'd besiege the city, not attack it. Attacking an underground cave system does not serve any conceivable objective, even stupid ones.
Can't literally mind control someone into an oath, intent is relevant. Can torture people into it, but I really do not think that'd ever work on me. I think it's likelier I was cornered than controlled. And we're trying to change that.
My father approves of you and would not approve of him and might depending on circumstances not be particularly careful to protect Findekáno from his family finding out. And while he generally gets on with his father better than I get on with mine his father'd be less forgiving of this.
I used to have nightmares that our parents found out and dragged us both to Lórien and we went through the rest of our lives looking at each other and only partially remembering-
secondchance
Several reasonable options. Just open the restaurants and respond to curiosity as it comes; take out ads in the papers and deal with people who think it's a hoax; go up to the governors and say 'hi we're aliens do you have a policy on that'...
At some point we'll have to go to them and ask policy but let's not do it immediately. The restaurants can be a starting point.