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Flooshed [24 Thory 4261]

(OOC: Thanks for Floooosherie, beetiger!)

Me: “Flooooosh? Am I in big trouble with you now?”

Floosh: [Floosh wanders in, blinking. I think she
does not usually get up this early.] “No, not at all. I
am the giver of advice. You have not yet asked for it, so
you have not yet ignored it. So hoe could I be upset? Though
I have missed your visiting me while you are all busy with
your new Orren friend.”
She pointed at the open
oven. “Have a seat” So I did.

Me: “Um … how much do you know about

Floosh: “Well…Sythyry watchers around here
certainly know you’ve been awfully chipper in the classic
“I’m getting laid”kind of way, if you don’t mind me being
crude. And well, you like Orren. And well, rumor has it that
one of your classmates blew you off in public, and you were
not as huffy about it as you might have been if it were not
a matter of personal import to be recognized.”

Me: “Oh, dear. He’s, well, very private about
it. Afraid of scandal.”

Floosh: “And what’s your opinion on that?
Being treated as a shameful thing, not as the wonderful
feathery loveable person that you are?”

Me: “Well … it is a bit shameful, isn’t it?

Floosh: “I guess. But you guys are nobles, and
students, and all. You can get away with being libertine, I
think. In any case, it’s not like there are any Zi Ri
available for you to date right now.”

Me: “No … but … he’ll get in trouble if it
gets too public. He’s married.”
I explained the

Floosh: “You know what you
should do? Get another Orren lover.”

Me: “Wah! I’ve been trying! … I mean, Wah!
I love him!”

Floosh: “I’m serious! Orren marry in
groups, so already having someone won’t be a problem for the
right person…and it’s obvious you are sleeping with some
Orren, so having a public one will keep him more

Me: “Oh, you mean, keep this one and get a new
one too?”

Me: “I think I should go back to Wah! I’ve
been trying!”

Floosh: [Pushed me with a paddle to check on an
oven full of spice rolls.] “And you do not love him! You
have only known him a week or two, really. You might love
him sometime, but not yet.”

Me: “He makes me feel all intimate!”

Floosh: “I’ll bet. … And that’s a really
wonderful feeling. But…you don’t deserve to be skulking

Me: “Well, what should I do? Borrow Esory’s
ridiculous chariot?”

Floosh: “OK, those are done, I guess.”
[She took the rolls out of the oven]

Floosh: “Um, no. Hanging out in class together
and at least acknoledging a frindship in public would be
plenty. And if he can’t…find someone who will. Besides for
now, and instead when he finally gets caught, or gets so
worried about getting caught that he breaks it off. No
question his family already knows he’s dating someone. Don’t
you think they are trying to look into who she is? Or will
be soon?”

Me: “Um … I … hope they don’t

Floosh: “Not yet. But don’t you suppose that
the staff where he lives is probably supposed to keep a bit
of an eye on him?”

Me: “Well … er … they are diplomats. And

She just gave me a look. A fearsome, devastating look.

Me: “Um … yes…”

Me: “that’s why I’m going there in disguise!”

Floosh: “Yes. So they know he’s dating an
Orren student. Who on extra checking will turn out to not
otherwise exist.”

Me: “Um … maybe she’s not a student?

Floosh: “The non-student population in
Vreshhame is more well documented than the student
population. Not a major traffic center outside the
University, really.”

Me: “Oh. Oh, dear.”

Me: “If he gets called back to Daukrhame I’ll
… I don’t know what.”

Floosh: “I probably know almost everyOrren, at
least by sight.”

Floosh: “Or at least the ones who like baked
goods, anyway.”

She finished taking the spice rolls out, and put many
poptaloops in.

Me: “What should I do? I might have gotten
him all doomed up already.”

Floosh: “Depends. If they really don’t want to
know (i.e. they just want to avoid scandal), they’ll ignore it
if it hasn’t become too obvious, which maybe it hasn’t
yet. If they really want to catch him, though, it could
already be a problem.”

Me: “I … think they want to avoid

Floosh: “So far, I’ve mostly heard stuff from
people who follow you…not people who follow him. SO if you
start doing something more interesting soon, it might not be
as big a deal. But I’ll tell you, secret lovers are very
interesting things to gossipful people!”

Me: “If I get a spare Orren lover, what’ll he

Floosh: “He the lover? Or he Illotat?

Me: “He Ilottat.”

Floosh: “Well, if he’s smart, he’ll realize
you are covering his tail. Especially since you will tell
him. Also, you will tell your new lover this as well (ie
that you have another partner who needs to be very
discreet). If he thinks ill of you either for wanting public
acknowledgement that you are good dating material, or that you
are trying to help him have his icing covering and eat it
too, well…his judgement is poor.”

Floosh: “Plus, he has a wife. So it’s only

Me: “I guess it is…”

Me: “But I’ve been trying all year!”

Me: “And that’s without one boyfriend already!”

Me: “Now what do I do — go fly around and tap Orren on the shoulder and say,”Hi! Date me! Because I’m in love with someone else!”"

Floosh: “I bet if you try again, youll do
better. Now you have the reputation of not being so
desperate, and of apparently knowing how to please
She winked.

This seemed like an excellent time to try to hide behind
some poptaloops.

Me: “Only the very transaffectionate ones. He
doesn’t want to admit it, but I think he’d get his pants all
sticky at the sight of anyone suitably scaly.”

Floosh: [Inspecting the poptaloops] “That’s
the other thing. He may be getting very fond of you, but
originally, he chose you for the scales, not for your wit or
intelligence or anything that’s really special about
you. You’re his only deal in town. (Or his only real deal
anyway. He could probably convince some suitably libertine
Orren girl to learn Cloak of Another God). So you are really
in a position to demand better from him. A public
friendship, even if the sexual part is secret. Information
on when he’d like to see you so you don’t have to retake
Enchantment, at least.”

Me: “Not that I mind being able to sleep in
once in a while!”

Floosh: “Don’t you want to have a lover who
sees you as more than a collection of scales and exotic

Me: “They’re not that exotic! Um
… well … d’you think he doesn’t?”

Floosh: “I have no idea. That’s certainly why
he propositioned you. You tell me…do you talk about other
things besides body-play? If you decided not to be intimate
with him for a bit, do you think he’d still want to spend
time with you?”

Me: “Well, we sometimes do. Classes and
things. I … I … don’t know. Or how much time I’d want
to spend with him, without that. I still sort of owe him
for that dinner at Darraden’s though.”

Floosh: [Sighing most dramatically.]
“Sythyry. You are not a courtesan. You do not owe him
intimacy in repayment for dinner!”

Me: “Well, it was a really really impressive

Floosh: [Looking quite annoyed.] “Fine. Figure
out how much it cost, take out the amount that the tuition
for redoing Enchantment’s going to cost, and then figure out
your hourly rate to see how many more times you have to go
over there to pay him back.”

It seemed like an excellent time to determine just how far
back the oven went. Unfortunately, the answer was “not very

Floosh: “Seriously. If you want me to do some
asking around to see if I can introduce you to someone nice,
outside your usual circle, you let me know.”

Me: “Um … I … guess I ought to.”

Floosh: “If nothing else, keep respecting
yourself. You’re not shameful.”

Floosh: “And transaffection with Zi Ri’s not
nearly as bad as some other kinds. I mean, there aren’t a
lot of you, and you kind of figure you’re going to try
everything eventually and all…”

Me: “I’m not, but, well, I’ve been chasing
Orren the way Ilottat’s been chasing Zi Ri. Except that
there are more Orren around.”

Me: “I suppose so…”

Floosh: “Yeah. I mean, you don’t want
every Orren, just because they are Orren,

Me: “Well, no.”

Me: “Especially not Tillissa.”

Floosh: “And you don’t really want just sex, right?”

Me: “It’s a good start…”

Me: “Um … well, no.”

Me: “If I did I’d have had a better time at
Rhedwy’s party.”

Floosh: “So, like everyone else, you deserve a
relationship with someone you like, who likes you, and who
you chose because you like each other. As people. I mean,
you need to find each other attractive, too, but not just

Me: “Well, I like Ilottat!”

Me: “Mostly.”

Floosh: “Illotat doesn’t respect you. Because he doesn’t even respect himself for wanting you.”

I had to think about that for a while. Which I did by
chewing on the poptaloop next to me..

Me: “Floooosh, this isn’t a very good poptaloop. It’s all doughy.”

Floosh: “That’s because they aren’t done yet.”

Me: “Oh… I guess I’m not really done yet either, in this affair, am I?”

Floosh: [Poking me with a spatula.]“And really, I just don’t want to see you getting burnt.”

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