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Lizard-Otter On The Prowl [5 Thory 4385]

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Background Research

I cornered my Native Guide in the parlor. One of the many, many parlors.

Me:“Jyondre, I am looking for, well, …”

Jyondre:“If those clothes are intended functionally, I believe I
know what you are looking for.”

Me:“Yes. That.”

Jyondre:“I am no longer available! The large ursine personage
wearing pink armor, upon whose lap I currently am sitting and whose
well-armored bosom I am attempting to nuzzle without great success,
renders such offers nugatory! In any case, I am traff — there, I have
said it! — and you are currently of the least appealing species to
me.”

Me:“I am performing background research, not asking for practical
assistance!”

Yerenthax: [After peering at my suitably-Orren-flat but nonetheless
well-decorated chest for a moment.] “While leaping out to look for
lust, she shows the shine of brown-furred bust!”

Jyondre:“I believe we are monogamous, O mighty
Yerenthax?”

Yerenthax:“We are! But any Orren is a suitable subject for
poetic inspiration!”

Jyondre:“You may classify any further ogling I perform of our
friends or appealing strangers as ’seeking poetic inspiration’.”

Yerenthax:“I shall! Of course, I shall expect staves in no great
time from that inspiration.”

Me: [Rescuing Jyondre] “In any case, Jyondre, do you have any
advice about how … and where … ?”

Jyondre:“Nupyup Pond, conveniently located on Via Nupyup. There
are several public ponds in Eigrach, but Nupyup is the one you want. The
cafés overlooking the pond provide ample opportunity for dryfolk to
watch us as we swim, or, in particular, as we sunbathe on the side of the
boardwalk nearest the road, and chat with passers-by from a naked vantage
point.
The bushes in Nupyup Park beyond it provide an
adequate amount of privacy … or I understand some of the café’s
rent rooms by the hour. Most the bushes and rooms are for Orren with each
other, mind you — or, simply, the lower reaches of the pond, where mud
and pondweed obscure anything you might be doing — but neither bushes nor
headwaiters are overly picky about the precise details.”

Me:“Actually, I’ll bring my own portable room. To store my
clothes in when I’m swimming, if nothing else.”

Jyondre:“Should you find an interested personage, proclaim that
you must be off, either to room thus-and-so, or thus-and-such a grove. If
your interested personage is truly interested — sometimes they change
their mind or become cowardly — they will be along in a few
minutes.”

Me:“I suppose traff-folk here are better off not being seen
wandering about hand-in-hand?”

Jyondre:“That would be heartily unwise. Ah, one other important
bit of manners there. A cocked or turned hat on a non-Orren indicates
interest — or bit of sartorial imbalance. If one tries to fix their hat
twice or thrice, but it always is crooked, then you may safely presume
interest.”

Me:“But that’s not actually making an offer?”

Jyondre:“Offers are made with words — a few words — and then
all words are dispensed with. I presume you remember how to do that part.
Afterwards, a moment or two of cuddling if you feel brave, then depart
separately.”

Yerenthax:“Dismal and morose!”

Jyondre:“I prefer our current arrangement! Though I am not sure
I am brave enough to do it in public in Strineia.”

Final Preparations

I put on Strayway livery, set my hat at a jaunty angle. I slipped a
fairly powerful ring on one finger and a few other useful tools and items into
the ring’s pocket universe. All things I made myself, though some took a week
or two of professional work, and some were haphazard nonmagical artifacts of a
quilting class some decades past.

And I couldn’t think of any way to put it off any more, short of admitting
that I was too scared to do it.

Sightseeing

Eigrach has some sights. I saw some of them. I think there’s a statue …
maybe two statues … and a spirally zigguratty public performance space
which doesn’t have anything playing at it just now. There was a church or
two. And I think a government building with a spider-dome.

I’m going to have to redo all the sightseeing sometime when I’m not thinking
about Nupyup Pond and its consequences.

(OK, I exaggerate somewhat. I had already scried all of these sights, and I
spent a rather spectacular third of an hour climbing around on the ziggurat.
But I did want to get on with the hunt.)

Nupyup Pond

Nupyup Pond is a chubby S-shaped pond of a respectable size for a city pond.
Rollward of it is Nupyup Road, with its row of cafés and suchlike. Then
is the boardwalk and mudwalk bank of the pond. Then the pond proper, with two
little islands in it — one with a concession stand, the other with a muddy
hill. On the other side, accessible by swimming or two bridges or walking
around, is Nupyup Park, which is an ill-groomed tangle of very useful bushes
and orchards.

In the late morning of the fifth day of summer, it’s quite full of Orren:
fifty? A hundred? Orren of all ages. Mostly in water-form sploshing and
chasing each other and sliding down the hill into the pond. Another dozen or
so were resting out of the pond, reading on the boardwalk, or lying on the
mudwalk, near the water so as to stay in water form conveniently.

Practical Preliminaries

The first hard part was clothes. After fussing so much about putting
them on, in private, I naturally had to take them off, in
public, because anything else would be unusual. This is traditionally done
quickly, and if anyone was particularly watching, I couldn’t tell.

I put my clothes into a pocket universe for safekeeping. This was
unusual. Eigrachters wouldn’t need to do that — I presume, at least, that
Eigrachters don’t steal from Eigrachters. Jyondre didn’t bring anything
valuable there, I presume. I’m from further off, and have some quite valuable
devices with me, and I’m not going to have them snatched and held for ransom
if I can help it. So, pocket universe. (It was either that or bring the Sleeth
with me to keep an eye on them, and I didn’t want kibbitzing or hunting
advice.) That got a some attention, since it’s a powerful Locador
spell.

I left my livery-hat out: to claim space on the boardwalk; to signal my
interest as Jyondre had noted; and to explain that I was from
the Strayway. Presumably the local traff-folk could have paid
particular attention to rumors about us, and might be expecting us to behave
like … um … like I wanted to behave.

The Hunt (part 1)!

I jumped into the water, and felt the familiar petting of turning into
waterform. I swam around the slide island. A few older children beckoned me up
onto it, and so I clambered out — fur full of water, for I am not so good at
staying in waterform when I am dry — and slid down one of the twisty muddy
paths with them. And played chase with a few adults, too. And generally acted
like an Orren in a public pond for a while.

Then I took a huge deep breath, and swam down to the deeply muddy parts. One
of the adults I had been swimming with chased after me, swimming close,
brushing my belly and legs with his tail as he zoomed under me. He rolled to
swim upside-down and give me quite a nice view. I grinned at him, and he
curled back to grin at me. I nuzzled his cheek, and he turned his head a bit
to collect a bubbly rushy underwater kiss. (And yes, I do know how to
kiss underwater.)

The water was muddy — nobody could have seen us from ten feet off — and the
pondweeds were thick. Coupling underwater has to be fast — even an Orren
needs to breathe eventually — and we could have accomplished it without the
least bit of trouble. (I know how to do this part too.)

A long time ago, about a century by now, a dinner party at Castle Wrong turned
into a philosophical discussion with practical implications. If one is
a cisaffectionate Orren (say) and a friend who was born Herethroy or Zi Ri
(say) comes to one with Orren fur outside and lechery inside, is it proper and
moral for one to accept? Or, if your considerations are more concrete, is it
pleasing or disgusting to accept? In that social circle, of seven guests,
four thought it was moral and/or pleasing. A good part of my pond experience
was with those four and Mynthë, over the year or so which followed.

But that was in Veshrame, which is one of the most generous cities of all
about such matters. This is Eigrach, which is distinctly less so.

I’m not going to go lying to someone for the sake of laying with them.

Not even the implicit lie that I am an Orren just because I look like one.

So I turned away from him and headed to the surface. He looked a bit
offended. I sloshed onto the mudwalk, then to the boardwalk under the
cafés, and dripped and dripped. And tried to see who among the
non-Orren was watching me.

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