Sythyry (sythyry) wrote,

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Yes! [13 Thory 4261]

It was warm and awkward. And surprisingly sticky at
the end.

And that, O monsters who are reading for prurient interest,
is all I have to say about the details.

He was even more nervous afterwards. He put his boots on the
wrong feet at first.

“Oh, Sythyry? You do know that we mustn’t tell anyone
we’ve, well, done what we did?”

I rolled on my back. “Oh? I have always written a critical
and detailed editorial about my lovers before. Posted it
outside the Green Tile Classroom, if it didn’t get
published in the Zi Ri magazine.”

His ears went absolutely flat. “Oh, no…”

“Well, it’s true, what I said, but only vacuously. You’re
my first,” I said.

He was quite incoherent with pleading of me not to tell
anyone. I could barely shut him up for long enough to
promise him that I wouldn’t.

“Oh, thank you ever so much!” And things were tolerably
pleasant again for a little while. And, yes, Darraden’s
does provide plenty of towels. And, no, I don’t provide more

“Can you, oh, teleport home from here, Sythyry?”

“I’m not much of a Locador mage at all. It’s not a bad
flight, though.”

Upote, maepote! Please, can you, well, disguise
yourself somehow? My parents would disinherit me if they
knew I was, um, beteiligt with a non-Orren.”

“Oh … um … I can, actually! Sure! I have Cloak of
Another God
!” Which I demonstrated, becoming an Orren
girl. This time I knew how to walk properly.

This lead to the following:

quality commentary judgement
disguisedness I looked nothing at all like myself good
bipedality I was not terribly balancesome. bad
nudity I had no clothes suitable for an Orren shape. bad
experience They say that you gain magical power more quickly when
you go adventuring. I am pretty sure this counted.

“I’m a bit on the naked side, Ilottat. Except for a very
romantic and very small conical hat, and some ribbons.”

“Put the hat and ribbons in a bag? Say, oh, someone swiped
your clothes when you were swimming? ”

“That seems entirely plausible. Oh, would you like a third
round before I go?”

He emphatically would not. He was exceedingly nervous
when he embraced me. And, well, not entirely delighted
anymore. You can tell that on a male mammal.

I didn’t walk all the way home as a naked Orren woman
holding a small elegant cloth bag with Darraden’s seal on
it. I only walked five blocks, which was plenty — there
was considerable staring. I suppose since Darraden’s is in a
fairly nice neighborhood (”fairly nice” in the sense of “I
think there are a couple nicer ones here and there in the
city”) and Orren who lose their clothes there generally find
some way to acquire new ones quickly. I didn’t like the
staring, so I slipped under the boardwalk by the stream, and
spent another cley turning back to my real shape, and flew
under the boardwalk for a block and a half. Anyone watching
should have thought the Orren went for a swim in the stream,
which is perfectly natural.

(Note to self: I should a long time before finding out how much
the Oblique Room costs for an evening. I suppose I should
be flattered for getting such a high price for my first

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