Sythyry (sythyry) wrote,

Aftermaths [24 Lage 4261]

The Irrigation

Vae insisted on staying for a while and putting out the fires. She did this by means of a mighty thunderstorm, of course, which probably did as much harm as it did good. Or more if the lightning hit anyone. (I returned the seven-winged burning thing to its usual place, of course.)

She didn't help the hugeng she had destroyed. "Disgusting and vicious half-people, they are, and it's me and Sythyry they attacked." The blee and mherobump and taptet didn't seem to mind, or, perhaps, didn't seem to want to argue.

(In all honesty, I hadn't burned up that much of Bfelmykh -- two or three dozen houses were on fire, and they had had less than a third of an hour to burn.. After the rain, a couple were probably not safe to live in anymore. The seven-winged burning thing was just bored, not trying to destroy the city.)

She made up with Nthuur. She more or less made out with Nthuur. I was not jealous. I would not have been jealous even if she'd done it in Orren form.

I didn't ask about the other yuldakai. Despite my knowing the language, nobody in Bfelmykh wanted to talk to me.

And then she brought us (herself and me, not Nthuur) back to Vheshrame.

Vae:"That's Bfelmykh. You can see why I like it!"

No. No, I could not. I knew better than to ask her to explain, though. She'd probably explain with some other act of sorcery and devastation.

The Conversation (part 1)

Me:"Vae? Please don't do that sort of thing again."


Me:"It's very disturbing. And not very safe for me."

Vae:"Oh, there's a sorrow on me for any distressing I've put in you!" She sounded sincere.

Me:"So, please don't, well, cast spells on me without asking me first. Or take me on trips to distant non-prime branches. Or anything like that."

Vae:"Well, if you prefer it that way, I shall not do."

Me:"Thanks!" I am, in fact, determined to be the best ambassador to Vaisessasilmin that I can be. Some days that just isn't a very good one.

Me:"Oh, and I've still got this book for you."

Vae:"Oooh! Wonderfully!"

She sort of danced around happily with it for a bit. At least it didn't look like an orgasm.

We chatted about this and that for a few more minutes. I wasn't at the top of my form, I'm afraid.

Me:"I'm sorry -- I'm a touch rattled today. Let's talk more next time, when you've had a chance to read some stories?"

Vae:"Oh, the certainly!"

Me:"Very well -- cheerio!"

And she tapped me with her tail and tried to teleport me home. Just as she'd promised five minutes ago not to do. Of course it didn't work, since the city wall is in the way, but it did make the city wall ring like a huge bell to the Locador part of the magic sense, and probably wake up every sorcerer in Vheshrame Mene.

Me:"Vae? You said you wouldn't do that."

Vae:"Oh, the truly! I'm sorry. I shan't do it again."

Me:"No problem, really. But I'd rather fly."

We said goodbyeish kinds of things, and I flew back to the Halflight Gate. And realized I'd forgotten to ask what to get her next, or get any trade goods, or whatever.

The Interrogation

Of course the whole city guard and every sorcerer in Vheshrame was waiting for me. Vae's bonging the city wall wasn't even the noisy bit. She had drawn a very bright Locador line from Vheshrame to Bfelmykh, and then underscored it three more times. Teleporting a region, the way she had done, is a very cacophanous process. It is most visible from outside of our universe, as a glowing molten line pointing conveniently at Vheshrame.

This is not entirely a good thing.

Indeed, Vheshrame (and Bfelmykh, not that anyone should care) are now nicely pointed out to any offworld unpleasantnesses that might be looking for a good World Tree vacation spot.

I explained my role in the matter about 72347829510965187324653287462938465132498327509243 times, each one more frustrated than the last one. Several people seemed to be under the impression that I had some influence over Vae's actions.

I offered to resign. Several friends supported my offer. No such luck.

Finally, four good sorcerers did some very fancy magic to heal the glowy bit caused by the first jump. Now the offworld monsters are pointed at either nowhere-in-particular in the middle air, or Bfelmykh.

Some other sorcerers contemplated undoing what Vae did to my mind, but the dangers are large and I don't really need to know what "If you can read this, you're too close" really said, so we decided not to.

The Assignation

Ilottat and most of my roommates were waiting for me when I got back home. Brandy. Dinner. Brandy. Sex. Brandy. Ilottat tucked me into my fireplace, and curled up on the bed in case I wanted company in the night. I woke up an hour ago, dreaming of that yuldakai the seven-winged burning thing might have killed, and felt mostly sober and like writing to put my head in some little bit of order. Now I shall have more brandy and go sleep on my boyfriend.

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