Belated Entry

Sorry for not writing these last few days. The dean broke my right forepaw.

That is probably worth more explanation. The dean in question is the somewhat elderly but still energetic Dean Celandine Carsnell, Dean of Students: a distinguished (but not too distinguished) old Herethroy woman. She was playing catch with three or four Cani students in the yard around Sprowlween Hall. Spirshash and I were reading about collections of small carved birds in the yard. Someone threw the block to the dean, and she missed, and it nearly clonked Spirshash in the head. He picked it up and threw it to her. I sort of half-hid under a flowering bush to get out of the way. A few minutes later, the dean, chasing the block into the bushes, stepped with all her weight on my right hand. I'm a small lizard, and she's a big Herethroy!

Apologies came loud and fast! It might have been better if I hadn't screamed fire and set her kilt ablaze. Still, the dean was soon extinguished with poor wine, courtesy of Spirshash. I still owe him a bottle of poor wine.

Healing my hand is not so easy. Fix the Fractured Fingers isn't all that hard to find at an academy. But the person who casts it will be a senior student in Corpador, not a trained and qualified healer. So he didn't do a very good job of it...

Which, of course, meant that I had my forepaw wrapped in wood for the better part of a week. [Sythyry indiscriminately uses both the word for "hand" that most bipeds would use, and the word "paw"/"forepaw" that a Sleeth would use. Most Ketherian dictionaries do not approve of the latter usage for Zi Ri. - your faithful translator]

And, when I say, "better part", I don't mean "longer part". It was only four days, less than half a week. But my Deepening of Understanding class had the formal requirement of writing two essays, one explaining why the Duke of Vheshrame is a wicked man, and another explaining why his wickedness is utterly justifiable. For some reason, I had expected to write these essays starting somewhat after sunout the day before they were due ... but there is no excuse for explaining why a paper was not written better than "Dean Carsnell broke my paw."

Well, that would work in most classes at least. In Deepening of Understanding, the response was, "She rarely injures students without a good reason," followed by a series of questions designed for me to explain and admit how foolish it is for a small person with light bones to be underfoot. After that they let me say the essays, rather than writing them. I shouted them from the rafters though -- no Small Blue Pain Lizard underfoot! They laughed, for smarmy intellectualism is the true essence of Deepening of Understanding.

And, for unaccountable reasons, Iska showed up with a pot of very small meatballs for me, such as I could eat one-handed. This is all very awkward -- she still doesn't know that I wouldn't let her live here, and I still think she's awfully foreign and lower-class. Thery and Iska are getting fairly friendly -- Thery complained about Havune to her for an hour, while they ate most of the meatballs.

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[Poll #118237]

Belated Entry

Sorry for not writing these last few days. The dean broke my right forepaw.

That is probably worth more explanation. The dean in question is the somewhat elderly but still energetic Dean Celandine Carsnell, Dean of Students: a distinguished (but not too distinguished) old Herethroy woman. She was playing catch with three or four Cani students in the yard around Sprowlween Hall. Spirshash and I were reading about collections of small carved birds in the yard. Someone threw the block to the dean, and she missed, and it nearly clonked Spirshash in the head. He picked it up and threw it to her. I sort of half-hid under a flowering bush to get out of the way. A few minutes later, the dean, chasing the block into the bushes, stepped with all her weight on my right hand. I'm a small lizard, and she's a big Herethroy!

Apologies came loud and fast! It might have been better if I hadn't screamed fire and set her kilt ablaze. Still, the dean was soon extinguished with poor wine, courtesy of Spirshash. I still owe him a bottle of poor wine.

Healing my hand is not so easy. Fix the Fractured Fingers isn't all that hard to find at an academy. But the person who casts it will be a senior student in Corpador, not a trained and qualified healer. So he didn't do a very good job of it...

Which, of course, meant that I had my forepaw wrapped in wood for the better part of a week. [Sythyry indiscriminately uses both the word for "hand" that most bipeds would use, and the word "paw"/"forepaw" that a Sleeth would use. Most Ketherian dictionaries do not approve of the latter usage for Zi Ri. - your faithful translator]

And, when I say, "better part", I don't mean "longer part". It was only four days, less than half a week. But my Deepening of Understanding class had the formal requirement of writing two essays, one explaining why the Duke of Vheshrame is a wicked man, and another explaining why his wickedness is utterly justifiable. For some reason, I had expected to write these essays starting somewhat after sunout the day before they were due ... but there is no excuse for explaining why a paper was not written better than "Dean Carsnell broke my paw."

Well, that would work in most classes at least. In Deepening of Understanding, the response was, "She rarely injures students without a good reason," followed by a series of questions designed for me to explain and admit how foolish it is for a small person with light bones to be underfoot. After that they let me say the essays, rather than writing them. I shouted them from the rafters though -- no Small Blue Pain Lizard underfoot! They laughed, for smarmy intellectualism is the true essence of Deepening of Understanding.

And, for unaccountable reasons, Iska showed up with a pot of very small meatballs for me, such as I could eat one-handed. This is all very awkward -- she still doesn't know that I wouldn't let her live here, and I still think she's awfully foreign and lower-class. Thery and Iska are getting fairly friendly -- Thery complained about Havune to her for an hour, while they ate most of the meatballs.

( Too Much Information About Something Completely Different )

[Poll #118237]