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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
Yep, the look in his eyes, Findekáno says, not to Kib. We have heard about it.
secondchance
Sigh. It is also completely unfair to ask either of you to come with me to go looking for him -
You really shouldn't go alone, Maitimo says after a second. If something has happened to him, or if he's just straight like I assume most people in your world in fact are, you are going to be - someone should be there.
We're going to have a few dozen people starting to live in your world, several of them with roles that involve exploring it. We could easily be among them.
He is marginally cheering up at having a logistics problem.
He is marginally cheering up at having a logistics problem.
And then we leave Kib to true love, Maitimo mutters.
Like you said. If it were me.
If it were you - even if you were a girl I think I'd -
Yeah.
The end of the week would make it easiest to all go without attracting attention, and let me clear my schedule, Maitimo says. And we'd mostly be gone during the festival of the gates and not miss much.
You want to charge off this morning? You did promise me a scriber, you know.
secondchance
I know a few more days on top of eighteen years and change isn't much of a difference but from how he acted when I was dying I am astonished to have to conclude that he's been eating, let alone churning out storks -
Do most mortals grieve for eighteen years?
You think he will.
Fantastic, Maitimo does not say to Kib.
I'll get things done so we can be gone for a week.
So he does. He only occasionally grouses to Findekáno about how he did not even have enough reasons in his list of reasons this was a terrible idea and there's clearly a lesson there.
secondchance
Kib manages to finish the scriber in the interim.
(And dream all the more about Aydanci, looking at him - holding him -
- he's sleeping in his own bed consistently now and doesn't have to explain any moaning.)
Dunno, Findekáno says, I'd rather have had a few months than nothing at all. I just hope it doesn't turn out the perfect man is dead or something.
I would rather have had nothing at all, Maitimo says firmly.
I would rather have had nothing at all, Maitimo says firmly.
secondchance
Kib puts the scriber in the library. He checks its etching again. He gives it a stack of books and ink and pens. He wakes it up.
It works perfectly.
It works perfectly.
There's a dinner in his honor. It's well-attended. It coincides with the start of the festival of the gates.
And a few dozen Elves establish themselves in Hresk and Wrebb and set up restaurants and survey the area and go out riding and hunting and it's not too hard for Maitimo and Findekáno to slip away - and kiss walking down every street in the city, just for the novelty of it, once they're far from other Elves - and then find Kib.