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Mirrored from Sythyry.

I spent an extremely pleasant night curled up with Saza in zir fireplace. (I am entirely, unshakeably, and utterly traff! None of the implications of ‘extremely pleasant night’ occurred! Except a bit of kissing and cuddling, such as is common between friendly Zi Ri. Or so everyone says; I have rarely encountered Zi Ri, friendly or not, who weren’t ancestors or half-siblings.)

The next morning — following my odd double luxury of (1) sleeping past dawn, (2) with someone else but still in a fire — Nangbang and his wife Pulla showed up. Not in the fireplace.

Pulla: “Thank you, O Zi Ri, for the opportunity to talk our daughter out of something amazingly and incredibly stupid!”

Me: “You are welcome — but all I provide is the chance to talk. The success or failure depends on Nangbang’s words.”

Nangbang: “I am as eloquent as a thousand celestial tortoises!” This may be true. I have never heard even a single celestial tortoise. For that matter, I have never heard of a celestial tortoise.

Me: “And you do know that we’re not going straight to Srineia? That I need to attend to my affairs in Vheshrame briefly, and then we’ll be here for a day or two again?”

Nangbang: “Yes! I shall vhisit Vheshrame! I have already informed the Ecclesiastical störmgething that I shall be absent for a month, or two!”

Me: “So long? Well, you are certainly welcome for that time.” If he behaves well, I mean.

I promised Pulla that I would keep her husband safe, especially from the wiles of the transaffectionate. I promised Saza that I would stop back by zir manse, rather than traveling directly from Vheshrame to Eigrach along a diagonal in the outer air. I promised Nangbang that he could use the teleport arrow and I would ride on his shoulder and/or the top of the large and bulky backpack containing his clothing.

The First Teleportation

Nangbang blipped us a modest distance from here to there along the skybridge.

Me: “Yes, that is indeed how the arrow works.”

Nangbang: “Where should I go next?”

Me: “As far as you can that way, up to ten miles.”

Nangbang: “Doesn’t the arrow need to cool down?”

Me: “Is it hot, somehow?”

Nangbang: “No, it is not.”

Me: “Then no; just teleport us again.”

Nangbang: “To there perhaps?”

The Second Teleportation

Me: “This spot is workable; but you have taken us less than a mile. Better to go further, such as about ten miles.”

Nangbang: “I am not so good at judging distances. Let me try again…”

The Third Teleportation

Me: “In fact, you can go considerably farther.”

Nangbang: “Really?”

Me: “Yes: that was only slightly over a mile.”

Nangbang: “Distances are not my strong suit. I shall persevere!”

The Fourth Teleportation

Me: “Well, that is an improvement, to the tune of nearly two miles.” With a generous interpretation of ‘nearly’.

Nangbang: “I have not yet gotten the hang of this.”

Me: “You seem nervous, to the point of trembling a bit.”

Nangbang: “What if I try to go too far?”

Me: “Then the arrow shall not take us anywhere; unless you use it thus, in which case it shall take us to a safe spot at the limit of its range in that direction.”

Nangbang: “Ah, safety precautions!”

Me: “I am quite concerned about my own life. And even the lives of my customers.”

Nangbang: “I shall use it bravely!”

The Fifth Teleportation

Me: “You may continue moving us at this speed; we do not strictly need to get to Vheshrame today. There are many spots in between suitable for a rest, or staying the night.”

Nangbang: “You suggest I am moving us too slowly?”

Me: “That would not be an appropriate suggestion for a Zi Ri to make to an Orren.” Of course it was what I was suggesting, and any hint that I might have been proto-flirting by noting that I am someone who generally makes inappropriate suggestions to Orren is … correct.

Nangbang: “One moment, I shall teleport us presently. Let me catch my breath.”

Me: “Have you been exerting yourself, in a way that requires the catching of the breath?”

Nangbang: “No.”

Me: “Very well.”

Some time passed.

Me: “Some time has passed. Are you ready to travel on?”

Nangbang: “I suppose I am, if I must be.”

The Sixth Teleportation

Nangbang: “No, do not tell me, I know it!”

Me: “Ah, excellent. You are superior to a nendrai in this regard.” (I frequently have to explain Vae’s misdeeds to Vae many times; she is unable to understand that they are misdeeds.)

Nangbang: “I have teleported us less than a hundred yards.”

Me: “Indeed.” Less, even, than ten yards.

Nangbang: “Could I perhaps prevail upon you to manage the arrow? I am far too uncomfortable with it, and, indeed, I am finding it distinctly uncomfortable to use.”

Me: “Teleporting can be an unsettling sensation. Yes, but there are certain conditions, imposed by the design of the arrow.”

Nangbang: “What sort of … conditions?

Me: “You must be far smaller than me, or the arrow will not function.”

Nangbang: “Smaller than you are now?”

Me: “No, smaller than I am when I use the arrow.”

So, after much discussion, I became a Herethroy in shape, and produced a large and soaking sponge, and wrapped Nangbang in it so that he could comfortably stay in water-form. I hoisted his pack on my back, and put him and the sponge under my lower left arm, and teleported us the full ten miles, diagonally and into the sky.

The Seventh Teleportation

Nangbang: “Oh! Oh! We are falling, falling, falling!”

Me: “True, we do seem to be. I am not so used to leaving my wings behind!”

Nangbang: “Do not let us pash ourselves to bits on the skybridge!”

Me: “Technically, we will not; we are falling into the vast void somewhat beyond it.”

Nonetheless, I cast a long-duration flight spell, and put an end to the falling.

Me: “Better?”

Nangbang: “We have travelled a vast and alarming distance!”

Me: “Merely a fraction of the way to Vheshrame, much less the later trip to Eigrach.”

Nangbang: “Carry on! I have endured all manner of things in the service of the terrible god; I shall endure this as well!”

The Twentieth Teleportation

Nangbang: “Sythyry, pray forgive me if I lapse into unconsciousness.”

Me: “Are you ill?” This question is simple politeness, for, as an expert master-healer, I could detect the unmistakeable signs of nascent digestive distress. Actually, that’s not so much a master-healer sort of expertise as a person-possessing-a-stomach sort of expertise.

Nangbang: “A mere nothing. It will pass.”

Me: “Very well…”

I was not particularly being cruel to him. Teleportation sickness is rare (few people teleport so many times in quick succession), and, while it is unpleasant, it is over with quickly.

The Twenty-third Teleportation

Nangbang: Something that was more of an uncomfortable burbling than a proper snoring.

Me: “Nangbang, I re-waken you now!”

Nangbang: “I meekly mumble!”

Me: “Shall I return you to Oorah Thrassen? You are not made happy by the teleporting.”

Nangbang: “No! If I do not endure this trip, I shall dread to make the longer one to Eigrach, and if I do not endure that trip, I shall never get to chastise my daughter in time. So I shall endure! I must! I am Nangbang of the ecclesiastical störmgething! My willpower reigns supreme! My entrails do not reign supreme, however, so pray forgive a certain amount of biologically-induced imperfection of the body. But do not stop!”

Getting a crush on Nangbang is definitely the wrong thing to do. I wish it were possible for me to admire an Orren without a certain amount of biologically-induced interest.

The Thirtieth Teleportation

Nangbang was curled into a tight and miserable spiral.

The I-lost-count Teleportation

We had come much of the way to Vheshrame. Nangbang was dripping a distressing purple pus from the corners of his mouth, and looking to be in impressively bad shape. We were over familiar territory, though … very familiar.

I decided to spare him further Locador magic for the day, despite his express wishes, and stop at my ~mother~’s tower.

Date: 2010-06-16 12:04 pm (UTC)
rowyn: (cute)
From: [personal profile] rowyn
Aww, poor Nangbang. Remember your promise to Pulla, now! That applies to you too.

I didn't realize that Vheshrame was so far from Oorah Thrassen! I thought you were closer together, being ancient enemies and all.

Date: 2010-06-16 12:16 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] goodluckfox.livejournal.com
Can't you simply fall back to Eigrach? Using some kind of travel pod with fins to stabilize and guide the pod? Once it reached terminal velocity (if you have that there) you would no longer be in free-fall, and should be travelling somewhere around 100-150 miles per hour. How does that compare with the arrow?

And what Rowyn said... Oorah Thrassen is over 300 miles from Vheshrame???

Date: 2010-06-16 12:29 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] sythyry.livejournal.com
[It took a couple days for Strayway to get there! I don't have a map, but it's hundreds of miles. Consistent with tens of teleports. -bb]

Date: 2010-06-16 01:08 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] sythyry.livejournal.com
Falling is unchancy. Winds can sweep you ten or fifteen degrees from your intended path without half trying, which is likely to leave me up to two thousand miles away from my intended destination. Landing is troublesome, and crashing into things en route is even more troublesome. Not that it can't be done, but I'd rather take a day and teleport.

Yes, it is.

Date: 2010-06-16 01:24 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] heavenscalyx.livejournal.com
ahahahahahahahahaha. I think Nangbang is thoroughly repaid for any earlier or future obnoxiousness. Being a martyr to motion sickness myself, I can entirely comprehend his utter misery.

... too bad you couldn't do this to Zascalle.

Date: 2010-06-16 01:27 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] dracosphynx.livejournal.com
Hmm. How tricky is it to stick Nangbang in a pocket world and just move that around?

("Sythyry! Are you happy to see me, and is that an Orren in your pocket?")

Date: 2010-06-16 01:34 pm (UTC)
rowyn: (cute)
From: [personal profile] rowyn
I was thinking maybe Sythyry should turn him into a coffee-flavored snack treat for the trip. Snack treats don't have digestive systems so they can't get digestive trouble, right?

Date: 2010-06-16 02:05 pm (UTC)
vik_thor: (puma)
From: [personal profile] vik_thor
Yeah! Family visit!

"Hello ~Mother~, I am here for an unannounced visit. And this is Nangbang, who I truly am NOT attracted to. Not in the least!"

Date: 2010-06-16 02:18 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] sythyry.livejournal.com
[Yeah, that's the next couple entries. -bb]

Date: 2010-06-16 03:41 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] kensan-oni.livejournal.com
Oh Dear! That can't be good combined with Motherly Doom! Teleporting doesn't normally kill people, does it?

Date: 2010-06-16 03:46 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] terrycloth.livejournal.com
Transformation didn't help the shifter-hybrids, who knows if it'd help for teleportation sickness?

Date: 2010-06-16 03:52 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] terrycloth.livejournal.com
Step 1: Find a monster that can turn you into a rubber ball for several days.
Step 2: Develop a spell that allows you to aim, slightly.
Step 3: Bounce!

If you accidentally miss your destination, just bounce off the branch below it, then off the bottom of the branch above it, and you'll be there in no time.

Make sure there's a large pot of glue waiting for you at your destination!

Date: 2010-06-16 03:53 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] sythyry.livejournal.com
No; he's just space-sick from too much teleporting at once. Uncomfortable, but he'll be fine tomorrow even without treatment.

Date: 2010-06-16 03:56 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] dracosphynx.livejournal.com
A nauseated coffee-flavored snack treat would be different, certainly.

Date: 2010-06-16 04:04 pm (UTC)
rowyn: (scheming)
From: [personal profile] rowyn
The shifter-hybrid experiment was a more radical sort of transformation. I'm not sure he actually still had a Corpordor element after that.

Still, even more reason to try it in the name of Science Research!

Date: 2010-06-16 04:31 pm (UTC)
rowyn: (smile)
From: [personal profile] rowyn
What could possibly be more fun safer?

Date: 2010-06-16 05:06 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] delight-in.livejournal.com
Sythyrs! Seven staring gods! What're you doing writing in my scroll?

... whoa, you've been writing A LOT in it. You've been writing in it longer than it's even existed! What? This doesn't make any sense.

Date: 2010-06-16 05:07 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] kris-schnee.livejournal.com
[OOC] A small feathery dragon riding in a backpack? Too bad Nangbang's not a Gormoror, or that'd look oddly familiar.

0_o

Date: 2010-06-16 05:27 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] ysabetwordsmith.livejournal.com
For that, I shall feel sympathy even for the evil Nangbang.

Date: 2010-06-16 06:44 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] shurhaian.livejournal.com
I have to wonder what your ~mother~, given zir loudly-expressed opinion of your affiliation with Orren back in your time at Vheshrame Academy, will think, say, and/or do on discovering that you have arrived at zir doorstep with one... Hmmmm.

Date: 2010-06-16 07:01 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] mmsword.livejournal.com
The problem with having parents that are immortal is that you're always their little baby even several centuries after the fact.

Date: 2010-06-16 07:12 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] sythyry.livejournal.com
Next couple entries! I understand that my translator has become even more inert and sluggish than usual, so it may be a while.

Date: 2010-06-16 07:24 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] tuftears.livejournal.com
I wonder if Nangbang is allergic to Locador magic? Pus is not a normal substance to be emitting from one's mouth.

Date: 2010-06-16 07:46 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] sythyry.livejournal.com
He is space-sick. This sometimes happens to people who teleport a lot for the first few times. It gets better quickly.

Date: 2010-06-16 10:03 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] alex-muridae.livejournal.com
Perhaps a larger difficulty will come not from that, but from existing troubles. As you point out, we're dealing with an immortal mother. One who was very interested in the politics of Vheshrame. One who no doubt is well aware of Castle Wrong, and it's keeper. One who quite likely has had words with our fine feathery friend about it before...

My sympathies to the poor translator, laboring under the weight of so much expectation.

Date: 2010-06-21 04:20 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] gavinfox.livejournal.com
I think all the scrolls that do this sort of thing are linked! And are linked to a world (possibly a few worlds) of some friendly, helpful, advice giving monsters!

Date: 2010-06-21 04:44 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] delight-in.livejournal.com
... I guess that's one way of looking at it. The advice-giving properties of monsters are very under-documented it seems!

Date: 2010-06-21 06:20 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] sythyry.livejournal.com
Documenting it, child, does little for the reputation.

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