Sythyry (sythyry) wrote,

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The Snub [20 Thory 4261]

Dustweed and Tethezai and Esory and I stopped at the buttery
for some butter and some things to put it on. Well, I
assume that Tethezai was planning to take some butter home
and put it on Dustweed later. Since we no longer share a
room, I no longer have to think about such matters.

I persuaded Dustweed to carry my plate, since zie is
generously provided with hands. I sat on her shoulder and
made her look glorious and romantical … well, that would
work better if the conical romantical hat weren’t still
getting repaired. I am wearing the pastel rainbow fez. I
still do not know if it looks ridiculous or not.

In any case, a very elegant (and possibly ridiculous) Zi Ri
cannot fail to improve a rather ugly both-female’s looks and
prospects both.

And we sat down and devoured platefuls of squat noodles with
a vaguely offensive bird-and-bean stew, with eggplants.
Esory vowed to hurl more eggplants through the kitchen windows.

And of course Ilottat and two Orren whom I do not know
walked in, and got their own plates of noodles. It was
crowdedish time of day, and they sat two tables away from

I waved and grinned at him.

In a brilliant display of spontenaity and affection, he
ignored me.

I excused myself briefly and flew over to join him.
Specifically I landed on the table, with just his platter
between us, and peered at him, and said, “Hello, Ilottat.”

He blinked at me a few times, and said, “Um
… Hezimikkinen? I did not expect you in the Academy Buttery!”

This called for a brilliantly biting response. Of course I
couldn’t think of one. “I’m not Hezimikkinen. Hezimikkinen
doesn’t have feathers, for one thing. I’m Sythyry.”

“Sythery,” he mis-said in a very blank voice. His
companions laughed.

“Sythyry. We’ve been in … several classes together.”

“I suppose we might have done. I hadn’t really noticed.”

“Of course I look like half the other students in any class
here. Except for the feathers. And scales. And height. And
wings. And….” I blasted his noodles with fire breath, and
flew back to my table.

Sometimes I wish that my breath were more imposing than your
average candle, without magical assistance.

I was far too upset to eat. Esory asked various pointed
questions about why I was so upset, and insinuated this and
that which I thought was true but seems not to be, and I got
even more upset and told them all more or less what was
going on.

At about that time, Ilottat somehow knocked a big chalice of
fruit juice onto his companion’s plate, and then knocked his
own plate into the other companion’s lap while trying to
clean up.

And I couldn’t help staring. Orren are so
devastatingly cute when they’re in Wild Rush, even ones who
don’t look a tenth part as good as Ilottat.

Anyways, they grouched off to clean up and everything, and I
didn’t see them again.

Tethezai and Dustweed and Esory were all sensible at me, and
recommended that I dump him immediately and find someone who
actually likes me and, perhaps, is willing to talk to
me in public. “Though it is a bit of a challenge,
being transaffectionate in public,” said Dustweed, who is
still working fairly hard at it. I ought to write down what
she said to think about it more: it was all long and
sensible. I probably won’t though.

’cause, when I got home (some hours later, after sitting in
three lectures of which I actually followed about a word and
a quarter) and pried Anoof off of Leiska (well, no, they
weren’t copulating, but they were all cuddled up together),
and was looking up sufficiently nasty words to tell Ilottat,
Anoof handed me one of Ilottat’s cards.

I’m very sorry for this noontime. Please forgive me
… please come to my apartment and I promise I will
completely make it up to you.

Fly fly fly oops Cloak of Another God dress run run
runrunrun cry scratch-the-door see-him cry get-quick-apology
fall-into-arms cry get-gentle-reminder turn-back-to-Zi-Ri
get-longer-apology fall-on-bed copulate copulate. forgive.

I’m not going about this very elegantly, am I?

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