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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
secondchance
Nuzzle. It might be more efficient to buy one in my world than have me make it. And more secret, if anyone's interested in what I'm working on.
Yes, good idea. We could import lots of those, actually, I bet many people'd appreciate one.
secondchance
Sure. They will be expensive but not beyond the means of our interworld trading empire.
You two are incorrigible, Findekáno complains. Plan the interworld empire in the daytime. Oh, Maitimo, Melkor made Kib live a thousand times longer, just in case it takes your father a while to sort that.
secondchance
Age a thousand times slower. Slightly different, since I did the first eighteen years at human speed. But I will still be young and pretty for the next few locally-accounted centuries.
That was not our primary motive, Findekáno says.
Snuggles.
Yes, Maitimo says. I'll wake you again if you're screaming.
adebarsteine
It's raining and her scooter kicks up waves when she runs it through puddles.
It's too hot and she and all the other apprentices are draped around the room under puppeted or automaton fans.
She's going to a lecture on Lapis politics which is definitely partisan but also the only obvious way to find more about how the place is run.
She's putting together storks, boxing them up to smuggle along with shipments of quarantine-helper golems so not every one will take off from the same city.
It's too hot and she and all the other apprentices are draped around the room under puppeted or automaton fans.
She's going to a lecture on Lapis politics which is definitely partisan but also the only obvious way to find more about how the place is run.
She's putting together storks, boxing them up to smuggle along with shipments of quarantine-helper golems so not every one will take off from the same city.
Maitimo and Findekáno are already up. They are sitting there looking at each other with a sort of alarming intensity.
secondchance
Blink. Telepathic conversation? Probably. Kib rummages around for his clothes.
They break it off when he starts moving. Morning.
I was being delighted by the existence of Findekáno, he says lightly.
I was delighting Maitimo with my existence, Findekáno says, and leans over to kiss Kib. Morning.
I was delighting Maitimo with my existence, Findekáno says, and leans over to kiss Kib. Morning.
See you later.
secondchance
Later. Sneak sneak this will be easier when he has a ring of grace the song version is not stealthy.
He runs into Findekáno that afternoon in the palace hallways, with a few people he doesn't recognize; Findekáno nods at him vaguely. "Akibel."
I like that color on you.