Sythyry (sythyry) wrote,
Sythyry
sythyry

Seeks-Leather-Skillets [22 Thory 4261]

Esory, first

Sythyry, I did not bite --

Oh, fine. Fine. What do I and a dozen monsters know about anything, anyway? He's wonderful, you're wonderful, everything's wonderful, sorry I wrote a word.

Sorry I cared at all.

I hereby grump and complain.

Well, I made the mistake of showing Esory's note to Anoof, who said that I had insulted her and ought to apologize. So I got some fairly nice incense, and attached it to a nice note, and had it sent to her.

I'm quite sorry! I am entirely respectful of your opinions, and perhaps I have been a bit careless, but I'm quite sure that no harm will come of it. As I learn more of his situation, the actual danger seems more and more illusory. His wife will not care a bit what he is doing! But thank you for your concern, and I would change that day's title except that the journal won't allow such editing.

I (Sythyry) am or should be unhappy because:

I am getting too much sex and probably getting sore or something.
0(0.0%)
I am only getting a chance to experiment with certain configurations of personal organs, and the other ones are getting jealous.
2(5.9%)
My lover likes me but not my species.
0(0.0%)
My lover is married to someone who doesn't care a bit.
0(0.0%)
My lover doesn't want to be seen in public with me.
8(23.5%)
My lover is of higher station than I am, and will remain there until his father dies.
0(0.0%)
My lover will probably lose interest in me before either of us dies.
0(0.0%)
Something else, which you will tell me.
1(2.9%)

Seeks-Leather-Skillets

I was sitting on the boardwalk railing outside of the library, peering at a biography of the Tyrant of Oorah Thrassen, and trying to hold one page down against the breeze and read it at the same time. And wondering if I could spare a cley to either cart the book inside again or to make my forepaw invisible, 'cause I was a bit low and I might want the cley for later tonight. And of course Strenata rode up on Shadowfrog.

Me:"Oh, good morning to you, Seeks ... um ... Leather Skillets!"

Strenata:"And to you too Sythyry!"

Me:"What was that spell you just cast? I can't see it properly!"

Strenata:"A spell against eavesdropping. Come for a ride with me?"

Me:"A brief one only. I want to finish my homework before sunout, if I can."

Strenata:"Certainly! Have a shoulder!"

Me:"Take that book, too, if you would."

Strenata:"Ilottat is your lover now?"

Me:"Yes, and I do hope you aren't going to complain that it's a transaffectionate one. I know you don't approve of that."

Strenata:"I wasn't going to, actually."

Me:"And how did you find out about it? We've been ever so discreet!"

Strenata:"Well, I'm more attentive to rumors and whatnots than some people. It's my family business, really, knowing things like that. At any rate, congratulations -- I don't know him very well myself, but he seems quite sweet."

Me:"He is!" I babbled about him a little, before realizing how awkward such babbling is to a former would-be lover. Or wouldn't-be, I suppose is more accurate.

Strenata:"And Nestrune told you about Ilottat and Ysgwyd, I believe?"

Me:"Yes ... does he know Ilottat and I are lovers?" YarwainandThery and Esory and such move in quite different social circles, but Nestrune obviously moves in the same ones.

Strenata:"He does not. He thinks you are making quite untoward demands of me every few weeks, and sulking when I do not comply. He regularly urges me to take a strong and cruel attitude towards you, or, perhaps, to match you up with Milirant."

Me:"Poor Milirant. Not so well-loved as he might hope."

Strenata:"In any case, you seem more pleased with yourself than I have seen in quite some time."

Me:"I am, in any case, more pleased with someone else than I have been in quite some time!"

And we chatted a while about it, and about this, and about that. She didn't seem to be telling me how unhappy I should be, or much of anything to watch out for, or any such thing. Though she did point out that I should be a bit more discreet, if I wanted to use words like "discreet" properly.

And afterwards I went home, and read the rest of the biography, and did some enchantment exercises, and made sure I had four cley left, and had dinner, and stared morosely at a cardless Anoof, and came back and wrote this and, shortly after I finished this sentence, went to bed.

And a third of an hour later, I got up again and was going to write about how much nicer it is going to sleep when you're not alone, but, well, I don't think I'm going to get anyone to sleep in the fireplace with me any time soon, am I?

Maybe I should get a regular sort of bed?

Maybe it'll even get some use.

Is it even safe for a Zi Ri to share a bed with a much larger person? It depends on the person and how much they roll about in their sleep, I suppose.

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