Sep 17, 2019 3:54 PM
Nick (Rockeye) and Raezenoth (Aestrix) in Arabek
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There are a couple of children that are playing a game. The specific rules of the game change constantly, but the underlying theme is the same: the children are pretending that they're gods.

"Well," says a girl who refuses to be outdone by her peers, "my domain has fairies in it!"

"No way, fairies aren't real, you can't make it have fairies!"

"Yes I can! Gods can make whatever they want! And, and I'd have them do everybody's chores!"

The other children are enamored with this concept, and the girl is immediately hailed as the best god ever (the god whose domain they're in overlooks this comment) and the children proceed to map out elaborate rituals based around the chore-doing fairies, because clearly they can't just leave it at just 'fairies do people's chores.' One such quirk involves the fairies showing up when a thing is drawn on the ground, because the god-girl would really rather not be constantly pestered to send fairies everywhere.

Such a thing is drawn. It's more effective than the children bargained for.

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Here is a fairy. A surprised fairy. He's rather tall, and his wings are startlingly white.

No binding on a random summon. That would be terribly negligent back home, but the language he just received does not seem like an Earthly language. Whatever's going on, playing along is a suitable initial response.

"Oh little ones, didn't anyone warn you that fairies aren't all kind and nice?"

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The children stare with wide eyes at the fairy.

And then, all at once, they bolt.

"This is your fault!" screeches one of the children to the no-longer-the-best-god girl.

"Raezenoth!" screeches another, more thoughtful child.

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"Neither are all gods," says a voice echoing from the desert around them, in every language that Nick speaks. "Hello. I am Raezenoth."

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"I'm not going to hurt you," he had started to stay, but chokes off somewhere around 'to'. "Hello, Raezenoth, I am Nick. And confused."

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"That," says the presumed god, "makes two of us. Welcome to my domain. You were... summoned, by the circle?"

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"Yyyes. I would urgently advise against attempting a repeat performance." And he shuts himself up before talking about bindings and demons because what is going on. "Domain?"

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"I will see that a repeat performance is avoided. I am a god. My domain is the desert around you. It is, in many ways, me, and I have control over it as you have control over your own body. Will anything happen if I erase the circle?"

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"No, that won't affect it. Gods. Huh. I don't find that as far-fetched as I thought I would but, well, it still seems pretty implausible." He looks at the mess of toys and neatens them up a bit, then flies out of this - house. "The voice thing is helping."

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The circle dutifully erases itself from the smooth stone floor. Or, to be more precise, a bit of the floor is blown away by wind that comes from nowhere and then replaced with identical stone floor.

"It is one of the easiest demonstrations of divinity. I can provide others if you would like."

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A fairy and a demon could have done that. But he never really doubted it in the first place. "No, no, I believe you. Do you happen to know which one of those children finished the circle? They're the one who can send me home. I don't want to go before I'm ready, nor do I wish to be stuck."

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"I will ask." Pause. "I know which, and he's agreed to help send you home when you wish to leave. How might he do that?"

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"Children can be, ah, unpredictable. Is it your judgment that he won't send me away by accident or spite?"

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"I do not necessarily need to tell him how to send you home until you are ready to go, provided your presence here doesn't affect his in some manner." Pause. "Does it?"

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"No, no effect at all from keeping me here. He would send me away by focusing very hard on wanting me away for a solid minute."

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"I see. Thank you." There is another pause, presumably filled with Raezenoth doing something else. Or maybe he's pausing to be polite. It's hard to tell. "What are you planning to do while present?"

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"Explore, probably. I like new places. Do you need anything moved? Fairies move things."

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"That depends entirely on whether or not you can move my neighbor. Can you move entire domains?"

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"I have a limit, and while it's pretty big I think entire domains at once might be outside it."

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"Pity. Then no, I don't require anything moved. I presume you are flying by whatever mechanism you use to move things?"

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"And if you wanted me to go mess with your enemies I would have wanted a good reason and some pay. Yes, that's how we fly. The wings are just decorative."

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"Reasonable. Do all fairies fly, then?"

Is that approval? It sounds faintly like approval, but it's hard to tell with omni-present-panlingual godvoice.

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"Yes, we all fly. Everyone being indestructible and immensely telekinetic makes fairyland a bit chaotic, but it's better than the other way around. Do gods have temples? I think I want to see a real temple."

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"We do. Of the ones closest to you, my favorite is the one to your north east. You are indestructible?"

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"Yep. It's quite convenient. That's not invulnerable, mind you, so please don't test it." He ascends and has a good look at the terrain.

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The terrain is pretty obviously desert, but a very varied and interesting desert. There are interesting rock formations over there, and a cute little town from where Nick came from, set into a sandstone hill, and winding roads that go to the north and to the west.

"I was not planning to unless you gave me sufficient reason."

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