(In which Bard struggles back towards consciousness)

Casa Belweldie, part 5 [26 Thory 4261]

Ysgwyd:"Hey, Ilottat, you and your chippie wanna go out for a drink with Delframber 'n me before we head off for the night?"

Ilottat:"I'm sure we would be opgetogen, delighted."

Delframber:"The delight ... is entirely mine ... or at least ... a sufficient quantity of it ... is mine ... to entirely fill me."

Ysgwyd:[twining three tentacles around herself]"C'mon, traff shoggie, you don't need to talk all fancy. I don't think my mothers are coming out."

Ilottat:"If, indeed, they remain cosciente, conscious, instead of having fainted themselves or each other."

Delframber:"I enjoy ... and even relish ... the opportunity to ... speak as other primes. It is ... less than wholly polite ... in my ancestral home."

Ysgwyd:"What's this 'ancestral home' stuff, Frambie?"

Delframber:"A very generous ... description of ... the apartment ... we have lived in ... these last eight years."

Ysgwyd and Ilottat laughed. I did too, after a minute.

Ilottat:"You had mentioned a boisson, a drink? I fear that I could indeed wish to use one. It has been a frightful few minutes."

Ysgwyd:"Let's go to Across Saga, then."

Ilottat:"I should rather not."

Ysgwyd:"Well, your other choices are dockside bars, or places that an Orren with elegant clothes and aristocratic manners would not be welcome. To say nothing of a Zi Ri!"

Ilottat:"Ah, diorthoste, correct. Though, Sythyry? Do you mind changing to, well, another shape?"

It turned out that I didn't mind not looking like me, if I was going to go out carousing with a Khtsoyis.

Ysgwyd:"Not an Orren though! You and Ilottat would be laughed out of Across Saga."

Me:"What is Across Saga?"

Ysgwyd:"Traff dive."

Ilottat:"A place where those unfortunate enough be interested, well..."

Delframber:"A cafe where such as us can be comfortable."

Ilottat:"I am not transaffectionate, as a rule!"

Ysgwyd:"Sythyry, I gotta tell you about the best time that Ilottat and I made love."

Ilottat:"There is no angen, no need, for you to tell such stories."

Ysgwyd:"Lying side by side on this bed, with him looking over my shoulder at Zi Ri porn, and me looking over his shoulder at Khtsoyis porn."

I must consult Flooosh for proper etiquette after such revelations. Or, perhaps monsters are more aware of these manners. My own mother's lessons seem to have generally left it out.

(In which Bard struggles back towards consciousness)

Casa Belweldie, part 5 [26 Thory 4261]

Ysgwyd:"Hey, Ilottat, you and your chippie wanna go out for a drink with Delframber 'n me before we head off for the night?"

Ilottat:"I'm sure we would be opgetogen, delighted."

Delframber:"The delight ... is entirely mine ... or at least ... a sufficient quantity of it ... is mine ... to entirely fill me."

Ysgwyd:[twining three tentacles around herself]"C'mon, traff shoggie, you don't need to talk all fancy. I don't think my mothers are coming out."

Ilottat:"If, indeed, they remain cosciente, conscious, instead of having fainted themselves or each other."

Delframber:"I enjoy ... and even relish ... the opportunity to ... speak as other primes. It is ... less than wholly polite ... in my ancestral home."

Ysgwyd:"What's this 'ancestral home' stuff, Frambie?"

Delframber:"A very generous ... description of ... the apartment ... we have lived in ... these last eight years."

Ysgwyd and Ilottat laughed. I did too, after a minute.

Ilottat:"You had mentioned a boisson, a drink? I fear that I could indeed wish to use one. It has been a frightful few minutes."

Ysgwyd:"Let's go to Across Saga, then."

Ilottat:"I should rather not."

Ysgwyd:"Well, your other choices are dockside bars, or places that an Orren with elegant clothes and aristocratic manners would not be welcome. To say nothing of a Zi Ri!"

Ilottat:"Ah, diorthoste, correct. Though, Sythyry? Do you mind changing to, well, another shape?"

It turned out that I didn't mind not looking like me, if I was going to go out carousing with a Khtsoyis.

Ysgwyd:"Not an Orren though! You and Ilottat would be laughed out of Across Saga."

Me:"What is Across Saga?"

Ysgwyd:"Traff dive."

Ilottat:"A place where those unfortunate enough be interested, well..."

Delframber:"A cafe where such as us can be comfortable."

Ilottat:"I am not transaffectionate, as a rule!"

Ysgwyd:"Sythyry, I gotta tell you about the best time that Ilottat and I made love."

Ilottat:"There is no angen, no need, for you to tell such stories."

Ysgwyd:"Lying side by side on this bed, with him looking over my shoulder at Zi Ri porn, and me looking over his shoulder at Khtsoyis porn."

I must consult Flooosh for proper etiquette after such revelations. Or, perhaps monsters are more aware of these manners. My own mother's lessons seem to have generally left it out.

(In which Bard struggles back towards consciousness)

Originally published at Sythyry. Please leave any comments there.

Casa Belweldie, part 5 [26 Thory 4261]

Ysgwyd:“Hey, Ilottat, you and your chippie
wanna go out for a drink with Delframber ‘n me before we
head off for the night?”

Ilottat:“I’m sure we would be opgetogen,
delighted.”

Delframber:“The delight … is entirely mine
… or at least … a sufficient quantity of it … is mine
… to entirely fill me.”

Ysgwyd:[twining three tentacles around
herself]“C’mon, traff shoggie, you don’t need to talk all
fancy. I don’t think my mothers are coming out.”

Ilottat:“If, indeed, they remain cosciente,
conscious, instead of having fainted themselves or each
other.”

Delframber:“I enjoy … and even relish … the
opportunity to … speak as other primes. It is … less
than wholly polite … in my ancestral home.”

Ysgwyd:“What’s this ‘ancestral home’
stuff, Frambie?”

Delframber:“A very generous … description of
… the apartment … we have lived in … these last eight
years.”

Ysgwyd and Ilottat laughed. I did too, after a minute.

Ilottat:“You had mentioned a boisson, a drink?
I fear that I could indeed wish to use one. It has been a
frightful few minutes.”

Ysgwyd:“Let’s go to Across Saga, then.”

Ilottat:“I should rather not.”

Ysgwyd:“Well, your other choices are dockside
bars, or places that an Orren with elegant clothes and
aristocratic manners would not be welcome. To say
nothing of a Zi Ri!”

Ilottat:“Ah, diorthoste, correct. Though,
Sythyry? Do you mind changing to, well, another shape?”

It turned out that I didn’t mind not looking like me, if I
was going to go out carousing with a Khtsoyis.

Ysgwyd:“Not an Orren though! You and Ilottat
would be laughed out of Across Saga.”

Me:“What is Across Saga?”

Ysgwyd:“Traff dive.”

Ilottat:“A place where those unfortunate enough
be interested, well…”

Delframber:“A cafe where such as us can be comfortable.”

Ilottat:“I am not transaffectionate, as
a rule!”

Ysgwyd:“Sythyry, I gotta tell you about the
best time that Ilottat and I made love.”

Ilottat:“There is no angen, no need, for you to
tell such stories.”

Ysgwyd:“Lying side by side on this bed, with
him looking over my shoulder at Zi Ri porn, and me looking
over his shoulder at Khtsoyis porn.”

I must consult Flooosh for proper etiquette after such
revelations. Or, perhaps monsters are more aware of these
manners. My own mother’s lessons seem to have generally
left it out.

(In which Bard struggles back towards consciousness)

Originally published at Sythyry. Please leave any comments there.

Casa Belweldie, part 5 [26 Thory 4261]

Ysgwyd:“Hey, Ilottat, you and your chippie
wanna go out for a drink with Delframber ‘n me before we
head off for the night?”

Ilottat:“I’m sure we would be opgetogen,
delighted.”

Delframber:“The delight … is entirely mine
… or at least … a sufficient quantity of it … is mine
… to entirely fill me.”

Ysgwyd:[twining three tentacles around
herself]“C’mon, traff shoggie, you don’t need to talk all
fancy. I don’t think my mothers are coming out.”

Ilottat:“If, indeed, they remain cosciente,
conscious, instead of having fainted themselves or each
other.”

Delframber:“I enjoy … and even relish … the
opportunity to … speak as other primes. It is … less
than wholly polite … in my ancestral home.”

Ysgwyd:“What’s this ‘ancestral home’
stuff, Frambie?”

Delframber:“A very generous … description of
… the apartment … we have lived in … these last eight
years.”

Ysgwyd and Ilottat laughed. I did too, after a minute.

Ilottat:“You had mentioned a boisson, a drink?
I fear that I could indeed wish to use one. It has been a
frightful few minutes.”

Ysgwyd:“Let’s go to Across Saga, then.”

Ilottat:“I should rather not.”

Ysgwyd:“Well, your other choices are dockside
bars, or places that an Orren with elegant clothes and
aristocratic manners would not be welcome. To say
nothing of a Zi Ri!”

Ilottat:“Ah, diorthoste, correct. Though,
Sythyry? Do you mind changing to, well, another shape?”

It turned out that I didn’t mind not looking like me, if I
was going to go out carousing with a Khtsoyis.

Ysgwyd:“Not an Orren though! You and Ilottat
would be laughed out of Across Saga.”

Me:“What is Across Saga?”

Ysgwyd:“Traff dive.”

Ilottat:“A place where those unfortunate enough
be interested, well…”

Delframber:“A cafe where such as us can be comfortable.”

Ilottat:“I am not transaffectionate, as
a rule!”

Ysgwyd:“Sythyry, I gotta tell you about the
best time that Ilottat and I made love.”

Ilottat:“There is no angen, no need, for you to
tell such stories.”

Ysgwyd:“Lying side by side on this bed, with
him looking over my shoulder at Zi Ri porn, and me looking
over his shoulder at Khtsoyis porn.”

I must consult Flooosh for proper etiquette after such
revelations. Or, perhaps monsters are more aware of these
manners. My own mother’s lessons seem to have generally
left it out.