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Everyone knows that mysterious old ladies are kind of a big deal.
Yes, anyone who is female (or wraps up in sufficiently mysterious shawls) and old enough could pretend to be a mysterious old lady, but the actual category of the creatures is a different matter, and one can often tell (though it's better to be on the safe side, when identifying them).
Mysterious old ladies can, in a certain sense, do magic - or help you do magic. Sure, if you decide to take the first milking of your new cow and leave it out in a bowl in the backyard with a garland of roses floating on the surface and then drink it all first thing in the morning without stopping to put on your shoes or comb your hair, nothing will happen. But if you do it because a mysterious old lady told you to, and it was a real mysterious old lady, and you followed all of her instructions? Then you will find that you will get whatever result she advertised.
But if you step into your slippers first or tug a knot out of your ponytail or drink the milk early or late or use daisies for the garland, you will get something else.
It's very important to be exact and careful about these things.
Compared to what happens if you disobey a real mysterious old lady, being occasionally made a fool of by some pretender to the title because your eyesight is going or you were too sleepy to note her lack of a proper mysterious aura is nothing.
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spell_eternity
"Then someone will have to bring you things, but you'll probably get less variety that way."
Shrug.
Attempt to stand. He has that part more or less worked out by now, but the next step - so to speak - is still... yes, now he has fallen on the floor. He snorts.
Attempt to stand. He has that part more or less worked out by now, but the next step - so to speak - is still... yes, now he has fallen on the floor. He snorts.
spell_eternity
"I sometimes find wearing shoes helps," mentions Carrabella. "Not with overwhelming consistency, but it can."
"I think Taphinieu brought some of those too..."
He looks around, locates the shoes, and manages a fairly effective slither-crawl in their direction, using his hands more than his legs.
He looks around, locates the shoes, and manages a fairly effective slither-crawl in their direction, using his hands more than his legs.
It's mostly a hands task, so he has it pretty well covered; it's reasonably easy to guess things like which shoe goes on which foot and in what orientation.
The shoes are not a clear improvement, but Erian seems pretty content to keep standing up and then falling over until he figures out how the next part actually goes.
spell_eternity
Okay.
"I'll go ahead and ask the kitchen to prep a few things for you to try, since you don't know what human food you like."
"I'll go ahead and ask the kitchen to prep a few things for you to try, since you don't know what human food you like."
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And she goes and does that.
And then having done that comes back to see how he's getting on.
And then having done that comes back to see how he's getting on.
He has reached a stage where leaning on a wall actually sort of helps, and is stumbling back and forth along the wall of their bedroom.
"What sort of food requires progress, anyway? Did they have to go out and catch it? I guess that can't be helped, I certainly can't hunt for myself in this state..."
spell_eternity
"A lot of food is served hot, or mixed with other food, or both."
spell_eternity
"Yes. Some things can't be eaten without cooking them at all. Like potatoes. If you cook them they get soft and yummy."
"Being a human just keeps seeming more inconvenient."
He falls over, sighs, and climbs back up the wall.
He falls over, sighs, and climbs back up the wall.
spell_eternity
"Would it help if I held your hand? I'm not the steadiest sort of walking stick but it might be better than nothing."
spell_eternity
"Why did you make that noise? What kind of noise even was that?"