Originally published at Sythyry. Please leave any comments there.
A Very Strange Orren [18 Lage 4261]
Sorry I haven’t written in a while. The last three days of
Yylhauntra’s visit were very busy, and then classes got very
busy. In any case, my favorite great-grandparent has gone
off to Pshent, and my boyfriend has finished given his
lecture and been duly celebrated and relaxed
afterwards, and I’ve caught up on sleep even.
So Seeks-A-Peaceful-Solution and I went out riding this
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<p style="border: 1px solid black; padding: 3px;"><strong>Originally published at <a href="http://sythyry.com/2005/05/403/">Sythyry</a>. Please leave any <a href="http://sythyry.com/2005/05/403/#comments">comments</a> there.</strong></p><h2>A Very Strange Orren [18 Lage 4261]</h2>
Sorry I haven’t written in a while. The last three days of<br />
Yylhauntra’s visit were very busy, and then classes got very<br />
busy. In any case, my favorite great-grandparent has gone<br />
off to Pshent, and my boyfriend has finished given his<br />
lecture <b>and</b> been duly celebrated and relaxed<br />
afterwards, and I’ve caught up on sleep even.
So Seeks-A-Peaceful-Solution and I went out riding this<br />
afternoon, like <a<br />
We haven’t done this since we broke up, and it was good to<br />
have a chance to chat with her and such as that.
As if by chance, we took the Cyarr Road out to Crosstown,<br />
where the Greystark crosses the Alamme. It’s a very nice<br />
little town, with a very nice and very strong little fort<br />
next to it. Something had agitated the fort, though; there<br />
were ivory birds flying this way and that all over<br />
As if by chance, Seeks-A-Peaceful-Solution recommended that<br />
we stop at The Tavern Beneath the Ballistas, a very pleasant<br />
country home sort of tavern. In summer (viz. now) the<br />
taverners set out tables in their rose garden. Four of the<br />
six of For Anastrense’s ballistas can be seen from the<br />
garden. Usually there is only one or two guards on the<br />
roof, reading or chatting or whatever, and nominally manning<br />
the ballistas. Today each ballista had two guards, with an<br />
officer of the guard poking them awake.
Seeks-A-Peaceful-Solution and I were enjoying a large plate<br />
of small triangular sweet eel pastries, and Shadowfrog was<br />
enjoying a bushel of bruised apples sprinkled with leftover<br />
I’ve never seen a teleport spell in action. Most people<br />
don’t use them very often, for a number of practical<br />
reasons. This one appeared in the garden next to us: to the<br />
magic sense it looks like a terrible flower whose petals are<br />
long straight claws and long curved claws, opening. It was<br />
a pretty potent spell, too: Mutoc Locador with complexity at<br />
least 30, if my ~mother~ is getting any value out of her<br />
paying for my magic theory classes.
And out steps this very unexceptional and nervous-looking<br />
I suppose that you don’t really need manners, if you’re good<br />
enough to cast strong teleport spells. She looked around,<br />
saw Seeks-A-Peaceful-Solution, and sort of trotted over to<br />
us without waiting for the maitre d’Tavern to seat her.
<p><b>Her:</b><i>“Hiio, um, Seeks-A-Peaceful-Solution. Is<br />
that Hezimikkinen? Or Yylhauntra?”</i></p>
<p><b>Seeks-A-Peaceful-Solution:</b><i>“No. Sythyry, meet<br />
Vae; she’s a Very Strange Orren.”</i> She pretty much pronounced<br />
the capital letters. <i>“Vae, meet Sythyry, who is just a<br />
friend of mine. And Hezimikkinen’s half-sibling, by the<br />
My clue about how strange: “Vae” means “Woe!” or “Alas!” in<br />
an old language. I know this because my boyfriend sometimes<br />
My excuse: my boyfriend has a name like that, and he’s<br />
a very strange Orren too.
<p><b>Me:</b><i>“Hello, Vae! I’m very glad to meet<br />
you!”</i> I sort of spread my wings and hissed very nicely<br />
She sort of hissed very nicely back. Most Orren won’t do<br />
that. She even had the right Zi Ri style accent. I grinned<br />
a lot. A slightly annoyed maitre d’Tavern brought her a menu<br />
and a plate of little biscuits sprinkled with dried shredded<br />
I <b>have</b> been paying particular attention to Orren<br />
reactions to various forms of excitement and pleasure.<br />
Well, to Ilottat’s, at least. Speaking as an expert — or<br />
expert-wannabe — on this topic, I noted by the sudden quick<br />
breath and various other signs that my greeting (I presumed)<br />
had moved her to excitement and perhaps even a low degree of<br />
Well, that was exceptional. Even Ilottat isn’t <b>that</b><br />
easy. I usually have to touch him or something.
<p><b>Me:</b><i>“I am truly glad to make your acquaintance,<br />
O Vae. If I may be so bold, perhaps we might take luncheon<br />
together sometime … perhaps at, say, Across Saga, in<br />
Vae flattened her ears and whiskers, and mumbled, “I don’t<br />
go to into Vheshrame.”
Strenata jumped up and slapped the table. Speaking as an<br />
expert — or expert-wannabe — on this topic, I would say<br />
that she was enjoying a Wild Rush. “No-no-no-no-no!<br />
Not that kind of Very Strange Orren!”
<p><b>Me:</b><i>“Um … what?”</i></p>
Vae cast a very peculiar Mutoc Locador Illusidor Spiridor<br />
spell all around our table. Without speaking a word, which<br />
is a bit unusual but not that exceptional. A<br />
<b>very</b> strong one. A <b>very</b> complicated one. And<br />
obviously improvised on the spot.
Maybe my famous grandparent could do that, and maybe not.<br />
I’m sure nobody in Vheshrame could.
When Seeks-A-Peaceful-Solution said “Very Strange Orren”,<br />
she wasn’t being <b>nearly</b> emphatic enough.
I had, it seems, just made a pass at a nendrai.</p>