Sythyry (sythyry) wrote,
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Asking For Her Hand [18 Thory 4385; Eigrach, Srineia]

Originally published at Sythyry. Please leave any comments there.

(I have no good idea what to do about the wickedness of the Eigrachters, and even less about what to about my own wickedness with Thenel to Rehit. My close friends have a variety of opinions of what I should do, most of them wrong. I cannot blame them; I, too, have a variety of opinions of what I should do, most of them wrong. So I am doing what Zi Ri do best: waiting. Waiting, to be specific, for (a) the situation to somehow clarify itself, or (b) everyone else to die of old age. I am not hopeful about (a).)

So, this morning, I crawled out of the fireplace and brushed ashes off my feathers, and found my way somehow to the shallow pond that we keep in one of the spare rooms, and splashed around for a bit. It was an hour after dawn for everyone else, or many hours of hard labor and hard sleeping for me, and so I slithered off to the Grand Dining Hall for breakfast. And kathia. Well, mostly kathia.

The stowaways were sitting at a table with Windigar and Inconnu, eating fried fish with remoulade sauce on toast. My fried fish with remoulade sauce on toast, to be specific, at least in the sense I’m paying for Strayway’s supplies. This is not unusual — most of the crew was eating that for breakfast; Arfaen’s remoulade is excellent.

Inconnu:“Well, zie’s here now. You can ask zir yourself.”

Windigar:“Wait a moment. Sythyry, what time of day is it for you?”

Me:“I haven’t the slightest idea. Why?”

Windigar:“Your mood isn’t always the best before breakfast.”

Me:“And specially after a sleepless night or two over some troublesome personal matters.”

Treacle-Eyes:“It’s not an urgent question.”

Me:“I should be glad to hear it anyhow! I would welcome a distraction!”

Windigar:“Well, start off by distracting yourself with some monumentally excellent fried fish with some monumentally excellent remoulade, and some excellent kathia with a drop of excellent brandy.”

Inconnu:“Arfaen made the fish. Tingula made the kathia.”

Me:“Is this the sort of distraction I should be tipsy to properly appreciate?”

Inconnu:“Not … exactly.”

Which of course made me so curious my feathers were all itchy. I practiced the secret Zi Ri arts of feigning patience, and conversing lightly of other matters. The conversation went approximately like this:

Me:“Ah, this remoulade is excellent, is it not?”

Treacle-Eyes:“It is … there’s something spicy in it, isn’t there?”

Inconnu:“Pureed arhoolie leaves! I helped grind ‘em.”

Me:“Oh, that makes sense … Ah, this remoulade is excellent, is it not?”

Treacle-Eyes:“It is … there’s something spicy in it, isn’t there?”

Windigar:“Inconnu ground up some arhoolie leaves for it.”

Me:“That would do it, wouldn’t it? … Ah, this remoulade is excellent, is it not?”

Treacle-Eyes:“It is … there’s something spicy in it, isn’t there?”

Inconnu:“I added seven gallons of pureed purple pomegranite peppers when Arfaen wasn’t looking.”

Me:“That would do it, wouldn’t it? … Ah, this remoulade is excellent, is it not?”

Treacle-Eyes:“It is … there’s something spicy in it, isn’t there?”

Inconnu:“Oh, that’s just some spice we put in to cover up the deadly slunder venom we put in.”

Me:“That would do it, wouldn’t it? … Ah, this remoulade is excellent, is it not?”

Treacle-Eyes:“It is … there’s something spicy in it, isn’t there?”

Windigar:“You two aren’t paying any attention at all, are you?”

Me:“That would do it, wouldn’t it? … Ah, this remoulade is excellent, is it not?”

Inconnu waited until I had finished my last bite, and then picked me up and tucked me under his arm.

Me:“Ack! I vengefully smear you with remoulade!”

Inconnu:“You and Treacle-Eyes need to go to a parlor and have a little conversation.”

Me:“I hate going to parlors and having little conversations!”

Windigar:“This one will be a good little conversation, I promise.”

He was wrong.

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