Rhedwy's Nose [21 Thory 4261]
Rhedwy:"Sythyry, you now smell much luckier than you smell last week."
When she says that, we are sitting at the Enchantment workbench, having discovered that both of our weeks' work has failed. This is not unusual -- it happens about half the time, for novices. My grandparent a while ago promises to teach me how to do it better, when I am good enough to learn.
From the too much conversation with Rhedwy I decide to write like a Sleeth today. If I can manage it. I'm sure I'll slip up and use past or future tense somewhere or other. Probably I should just write down the conversations. Um, I mean, probably I am just write down the conversations.
No, I can't talk like a Sleeth.
Me:[peering mournfully at failed enchantment step]"I have not noticed this, yet."
Rhedwy:"You smell like sex with a male Orren."
Rhedwy:"Yes. A male Orren who likes cloves. Certainly he has sex and certainly he gets those scents on you. I think you also have sex with him. But I do not before now smell last night's Zi Ri sex, so I do not know for sure. You have some behavior that brings new smells."
Rhedwy:"You are unaware that you have sex with the male Orren? You are not very perceptive, even for the Zi Ri, but I think you should know better!"
Me:"Oh, dear, I have just told every Cani between Quelldrie House and here about what I was up to last night. And my lover is trying to keep it a secret."
Rhedwy:"He should be more trying then! There are only so many male Orren who like cloves."
Rhedwy:"Still, I cannot instantly guess who it is!"
Me:"I am glad to hear that. He is even more glad to hear that."
Rhedwy:"He is listening now?"
Me:"No. I suppose I shouldn't even say that much, but not."
Rhedwy:"There are not so many Orren men in this room! And he does not smell now of cloves."
Me:"Well, it's certainly not Irigatur."
looked looks then up when I said his name.
Me:"Sorry, Irigatur, nothing, nothing."
Rhedwy:"I must do research to find out your lover, Sythyry!"
Me:"I rather wish you wouldn't."
Rhedwy:"I shall try out every male Orren until I find out the one who smells right!"
Me:"I very much wish you wouldn't. Besides, he's not transaffectionate."
Irigatur:"I'm certainly not transaffectionate. And I don't have time for any new lovers anyways. I got another husband three weeks ago, and the first two are still jealous of him."
Me:"I know, Irigatur. You brought the leftovers to class and we had a spare party for you, remember? We're really not talking about you."
Irigatur:"Oh, no problem! I haven't been getting much sleep lately. Somehow!"
Rhedwy:"He is not transaffectionate?"
Me:"No -- he mentioned that a few times. He's not."
Rhedwy:"You are then an Orren? He is then a Zi Ri?"
Me:"I am then the exception."
Rhedwy:"Rrarhu, I am sure I am then the other exception if I ask!"
Me:"Don't be silly, Rhedwy. Or rude."
Rhedwy:"I think this is a splendid occasion for the grooming of my tailtip, and, if the Alzagond does not come soon, almost it is as good for the grooming of my flanks."
And she started licking herself here and there, and ignoring me, until Prof. Alzagond came by and made some useful but hideously annoying suggestions about doing enchantment.