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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.

[Poll #411447]

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.