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OOC note: Look at aprivatefox's not-quite-new World Tree community, which I promised him I would mention here, but sort of got distracted.

Doing the Wrong Thing

There are two aerial prime species: Zi Ri and Khtsoyis. But there is a third species that is fairly likely to be found at the tops of trees, and that is Herethroy. Some of them like to climb, and I imagine that with six arms and legs they are half again better at it than the four-limbed peoples.

(Actually, Sleeth are fairly adept at climbing, what with innate Ruloc Corpador levitation and all, and they like to jump and climb as well. So I suppose I might see my lab partner in a tree at some point as well.)

In any case, the one in the yilliat tree in the little park on the edge of campus was Dustweed, not Rhedwy.

Me:"Hallo, Dustweed. What has treed you today?"

Dustweed:"Just me."

Me:"You treed yourself?"

Dustweed:[smiling a bit]"More or less. I have decided to mope about mundane things on the ground, and about abstractions and other etherealities when I am higher up."

Me:[landing next to zir]"What is the Mope du Jour?"

Dustweed:"Nothing unusual. Wondering if I should leave Tethezai."

Me:"Oh, dear. Over that Herethroy boy?"

Dustweed:"Not that. It doesn't hurt anymore; and the next will hurt less; and the one after less still. In any case that is a topic for moping about under a flowering bush, not in a tree, by my new rule. "

Me:"I suppose I am starting to see the use of the new rule... Why then?"

Dustweed:"You may have noticed that she is a Rassimel...?"

Me:"Not of my own observation, but I had heard such in rumors. And mutterings of gossip. And innuendoes -- especially innuendoes, now that I think of it."

Dustweed:"And you bay have noticed that I am a Herethroy...?"

Me:"What, you, a Herethroy? Oh, by seven staring gods! Who could imagine it! ... "

Dustweed:"Sythyry, I shall conceal it no longer -- I am a veritable six-limbed hard-shelled beantennaed Herethroy. And now you know."

Me:"Dustweed, you can't be that upset, can you, if you're using court styling of your words."

Dustweed:"Oh, I'm not upset at all. I just have to have this conversation with myself every week or month."

Me:"Oh, about if you are really transaffectionate? Sometimes you have that one with me, too. "

Dustweed:"Exactly."

Me:"How is the decision of the day?"

Dustweed:"Humiliating, as usual."

Me:"That's too bad!"

Dustweed:"Not at all. Humiliating that, well, my ... heart (let us say) responds so eagerly to her ... smile (let us say). The other choice would be wrenching: much worse. In any case I am well used to humiliation."[Zie indicated zir midriff.]

Me:"Humiliating that you are transaffectionate, wrenching that you are leaving your first love? That can't be pleasant, Dustweed."

Dustweed:"It's not my favorite mope, Sythyry. You can see why I prefer not to dirty the bedroom with it anymore. Well, that and the bedroom reminds me of her a little. Up her it doesn't."

Me:"I wish you could settle this mope for all time. You've got the status to sleep with whoever you like, in any case."

Dustweed:"Yes and no. I'm country, not city, and that's not really good behaviour in a Herethroy village. And even a city noble can sleep with whoever zie wants, but actually falling in love isn't really right."

Me:"That's how it is? I must admit that I haven't checked on the full rules. Even the sleeping-with part seems a bit challenging now."

Dustweed:"If you must mope about that, find your own yilliat tree. This one is consecrated to the consummated."

Me:"You really don't sound very mopey today."

Dustweed:"Good, for I am just a little bit mopey. This was a scheduled mope, after all. That kind is always gentler than the spontaneous, impromptu thunderstorm of a mope."

Me:"Scheduled?"

Dustweed:"Meditation, perhaps. I promised myself that I would think each week about why I am doing whatever I am doing with Tethezai, and make sure I like the answer well enough to keep doing it."

Me:"That's ... you're a very organized sort of pervert."

Dustweed:"Oh, I learned it from Tethezai. She's got all sorts of booklets and charts and graphs and suchlike. Very Rassimel!"

Me:"Really?"

Dustweed:[laughing]"No. She just falls in love or lust a lot. Anyways, I think this mope's gotten all spoiled, so I'm going back to the ground now."

Me:"Spoiled?"

Dustweed:"Nothing ruins a perfectly good mope like a bit of laughing."

And zie climbed down, and we parted ways until the eveningtime when, well, zie stopped at home to eat before going out with zir still-a-girlfriend.

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OOC note: Look at aprivatefox's not-quite-new World Tree community, which I promised him I would mention here, but sort of got distracted.

Doing the Wrong Thing

There are two aerial prime species: Zi Ri and Khtsoyis. But there is a third species that is fairly likely to be found at the tops of trees, and that is Herethroy. Some of them like to climb, and I imagine that with six arms and legs they are half again better at it than the four-limbed peoples.

(Actually, Sleeth are fairly adept at climbing, what with innate Ruloc Corpador levitation and all, and they like to jump and climb as well. So I suppose I might see my lab partner in a tree at some point as well.)

In any case, the one in the yilliat tree in the little park on the edge of campus was Dustweed, not Rhedwy.

Me:"Hallo, Dustweed. What has treed you today?"

Dustweed:"Just me."

Me:"You treed yourself?"

Dustweed:[smiling a bit]"More or less. I have decided to mope about mundane things on the ground, and about abstractions and other etherealities when I am higher up."

Me:[landing next to zir]"What is the Mope du Jour?"

Dustweed:"Nothing unusual. Wondering if I should leave Tethezai."

Me:"Oh, dear. Over that Herethroy boy?"

Dustweed:"Not that. It doesn't hurt anymore; and the next will hurt less; and the one after less still. In any case that is a topic for moping about under a flowering bush, not in a tree, by my new rule. "

Me:"I suppose I am starting to see the use of the new rule... Why then?"

Dustweed:"You may have noticed that she is a Rassimel...?"

Me:"Not of my own observation, but I had heard such in rumors. And mutterings of gossip. And innuendoes -- especially innuendoes, now that I think of it."

Dustweed:"And you bay have noticed that I am a Herethroy...?"

Me:"What, you, a Herethroy? Oh, by seven staring gods! Who could imagine it! ... "

Dustweed:"Sythyry, I shall conceal it no longer -- I am a veritable six-limbed hard-shelled beantennaed Herethroy. And now you know."

Me:"Dustweed, you can't be that upset, can you, if you're using court styling of your words."

Dustweed:"Oh, I'm not upset at all. I just have to have this conversation with myself every week or month."

Me:"Oh, about if you are really transaffectionate? Sometimes you have that one with me, too. "

Dustweed:"Exactly."

Me:"How is the decision of the day?"

Dustweed:"Humiliating, as usual."

Me:"That's too bad!"

Dustweed:"Not at all. Humiliating that, well, my ... heart (let us say) responds so eagerly to her ... smile (let us say). The other choice would be wrenching: much worse. In any case I am well used to humiliation."[Zie indicated zir midriff.]

Me:"Humiliating that you are transaffectionate, wrenching that you are leaving your first love? That can't be pleasant, Dustweed."

Dustweed:"It's not my favorite mope, Sythyry. You can see why I prefer not to dirty the bedroom with it anymore. Well, that and the bedroom reminds me of her a little. Up her it doesn't."

Me:"I wish you could settle this mope for all time. You've got the status to sleep with whoever you like, in any case."

Dustweed:"Yes and no. I'm country, not city, and that's not really good behaviour in a Herethroy village. And even a city noble can sleep with whoever zie wants, but actually falling in love isn't really right."

Me:"That's how it is? I must admit that I haven't checked on the full rules. Even the sleeping-with part seems a bit challenging now."

Dustweed:"If you must mope about that, find your own yilliat tree. This one is consecrated to the consummated."

Me:"You really don't sound very mopey today."

Dustweed:"Good, for I am just a little bit mopey. This was a scheduled mope, after all. That kind is always gentler than the spontaneous, impromptu thunderstorm of a mope."

Me:"Scheduled?"

Dustweed:"Meditation, perhaps. I promised myself that I would think each week about why I am doing whatever I am doing with Tethezai, and make sure I like the answer well enough to keep doing it."

Me:"That's ... you're a very organized sort of pervert."

Dustweed:"Oh, I learned it from Tethezai. She's got all sorts of booklets and charts and graphs and suchlike. Very Rassimel!"

Me:"Really?"

Dustweed:[laughing]"No. She just falls in love or lust a lot. Anyways, I think this mope's gotten all spoiled, so I'm going back to the ground now."

Me:"Spoiled?"

Dustweed:"Nothing ruins a perfectly good mope like a bit of laughing."

And zie climbed down, and we parted ways until the eveningtime when, well, zie stopped at home to eat before going out with zir still-a-girlfriend.