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Sleeth Thanks [10 Thory 4261]

One rarely expects a visit from a Sleeth. In particular,
one rarely expects a Sleeth to show up early in the morning,
while one is sitting in the fireplace musing upon one’s
inconsiderateness of the night before. In more particular,
one rarely expects a Sleeth to show up with a whole and
mostly-dead wudgeon in her mouth, and to have her fling it
in the fireplace next to one before saying “Hello”.

Though, admittedly, I do not know how she would have said
“Hello” with a mouthful of mostly-dead wudgeon.

Rhedwy:“Excellent — now I find you.”

Me:“Why did you come here and fling a corpse at
me?”

Rhedwy:“I come here because Strenata is away
for three days. Also I do not fling a corpse. The wudgeon
is carefully not quite that badly wounded.”

Me:“So, in what capacity am I substituting for
my ex-not-quite-girlfriend?”

Rhedwy:“You are telling your cook to make the
fancy complicated wudgeon recipe.”

Me:“The fancy complicated wudgeon
recipe?”

Rhedwy:“Yes, that one. The one that needs
hands to do.”

Which, after some interrogation, proved to be wudgeon
stuffed with chard and garlic, and slowly roasted. Jarmiet
was duly presented with the bird, which she killed with a
distinct thump of a rolling pin. Rhedwy had brought the
chard and garlic, wrapped up in a leather fireskin.

Jarmiet:“Is this just for you, Rhedwy? It’s a
pretty big bird!”

Rhedwy:“The no! It is the big bird. You and a
small blue cave lizard must eat it too. Also Ghirbis must
be captured and required to eat it. This is my revenge for
the party of beans and noodles!”

It was duly done, in time for lunch. Actually the Cani had
some too, sharing a big bowl of leek and entrail stew with
us. The Sleeth ate half the wudgeon, glowering at Ghirbis
constantly, and then went to sleep on the roof until class.

Ghirbis:“What was that about?”

Jarmiet:“I’m pretty sure it was a Sleethine
thank-you card. “

Agrimony:“We need some more reasonable friends,
I think. With Rhedwy, Dustweed, and Sythyry, we’ve got
perhaps too much variety.”
He laughed.

[OOC: Sorry I'm being slow and mediocre about writing Sythyries. You probably know why. -bb]

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