Invitation [12 Thory 4261]
I shall not be feeding Anoof any hat. Indeed, I think I
might owe him a bottle of brandy.
First things first. The milliner was able to fix the
romatical conical hat the cheap way, by adding a few coils
of thin sticky cloth on the inside. Well, it’s not sticky
with glue kind of sticky. It’s more sticky the way that
wool is sticky. Anyways, the hat stays on pretty well — if
I have to do a power dive, it will fall off, but I daresay I
will have more to worry about than just the hat.
And, alarmingly, it worked. Though I suspect unfoul play on
Ilottat, sixth of Estrario slipped me a note, via
I haven’t mentioned Ilottat before. He’s an Orren boy,
about two years ahead of me. He’s in Leap into this Pool of
Boiling Acid with me this term, and Notable Magical
Catastrophes last term. He’s rather shy. He’s the sixth
child of the Count of Estrario, in Daukrhame, which means
that he can be called Count as a courtesy title, now, but
once his eldest sibling inherits the title, he’ll be down to
esquire of nowhere-in-particular. (You can’t simply be
called Count one day and entirely title-less the next.)
He’s tall and lanky, but usually stooped.
He talks very fast, with pauses at odd times. He dresses
well — he cuts a very nice figure in a Daukrhame dress
uniform. He changes his personal name regularly, though not
as casually as Strenata does. Since he has only the one
name (um… or he uses only the one name?) this is very
confusing, so he tacks “sixth of Estrario” on. His name for
most of last term was Caddug.
And that’s a little bit more than I knew about him before
No, that’s not quite true. He and I had a bit of a
disagreement about Llezcaryg’s Disaster last term — he
insisted that Treeset had to have been a Zi Ri, ’cause, how
could anyone as famous and respected and scaly as Llezcaryg
have a different-species lover? I maintained that it was
possible, and, indeed, probable: historically, emotionally,
and physically. Someone whom I did not scorch noted that I
would scarcely refuse a Herethroy (which Treeset was).
Someone else, whom I did not sufficiently scorch,
pointed out that if she had been an Orren I would most
certainly have not refused her. The matter was dropped amid
I wonder just how he got from there to an elegant little
calling card scribbled with:
To the found-mainly-in-the-sky Sythyry:
I request the honor of your company at the Oblique Room
at Darraden’s tomorrow, at five hours after noon.
Ilottat, sixth of Estrario
He used an ambiguous and somewhat poetic word
for “found-mainly-in-the-sky”. It ordinarily means “found
mainly in the sky”, but in that sense is applied mainly to
astronomical bodies rather than people — I suppose I am
found in the sky more often most people are, but not
that high. It could also mean “wide and flat” in a
very happy sense, though it is generally applied to tracts
of land rather than people. It could also mean “gently
arcing”, as in, what a waterfall does, or “elegantly
capering”, as in what a fine horse might do.
It’s not used for people anymore, really. But when it was,
it meant “beautiful”.
Also, for those monsters who aren’t familiar with the Oblique Room
at Darraden’s … I’m not familiar with it either. It’s one
of a handful of private rooms on the second floor. The
common rabble such as myself and, say, Yarwain (a mere Great
Baron), are generally only permitted to dine on the first
floor. The Oblique Room is on the second floor.
Maybe Prince Nestrune could get a reservation there. I
don’t think I know anyone else who could.
Well, actually, since Ilottat did, and Nestrune outranks
Ilottat, I’m sure Nestrune can.
For that matter, I’m sure Levande could, though she didn’t
when she took me for dinner there. If a foreign
courtesy-titled count can, then surely a native real-titled
And, for that matter, Hezimikkinen could as well.
Well, OK. I
know plenty of people who could. I don’t think I know
anyone else who would invite me to a second-floor
room at Darraden’s.
Actually, I could
certainly imagine Hezimikkinen taking ~mother~ and me there
when zie gets around to visiting.
I wish I could erase things in this journal.
In any case, it’s quite a surprising offer from Ilottat, and
a flattering one.
This is indeed a mighty and powerful hat. Ilottat hasn’t
even seen it. Unless he was scrying the milliner’s
shop or something.
I should be: