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[sythyry]

Mirrored from Sythyry.

Travel Games

The farewell was somewhat before dawn — for the routine reason of optimizing cley; Nangbang and I started the trip with most of yesterdays, and got today’s some distance in to the trip. This would have been convenient if we had had a disaster early in the morning, and one later in the afternoon, which we didn’t but we might have done.

Saza gave me a very nice sendoff, full of bubbly Sazandigraandical affection and cozzes and cozzing and all, and assurances that the pile of problems I dumped into zir capacious and capable wings and heart will be taken care of wonderfully well. I don’t think I quite managed to be properly delightful back to zir myself, but zie had noticed my general confusion in the whole matter and … forgave me? decided I was utterly not worth bothering with? didn’t fret about it? I have no idea.

(Do I have a relationship with Saza beyond ‘coz’? If so, what on wood is it? This is not a simple matter like my possible relationship with Arfaen, which will be irrelevant in a few decades. This is permanent. I am not used to that. It is intimidating.)

The trip back home was all fairly straightforward. Except for the part where we took a rest on a branch that a jack o’hooks was also taking a rest on. We harmed it with flames and disintegrations until most of it swung off in search of less prickly food.

I continued to play “Traff or Cissy” with myself. Some particularly good gambits in this game include:

1. Replaying various particular incidents with Saza and observing that, yes, indeed, I get squirmy from thinking of them.
2. Replaying various particular incidents with Mynthë, Arfaen, and Thenel, and observing that, yes, indeed, I get squirmy from thinking of them.
3. Then it is time for confusion!
4. Then I glance surriptitiously at the Orren I am conveniently carrying, and note that I continue to be squirmy.
5. Then it is time for more confusion! Mixed with the distressing conclusion that I am probably just a hopeless, loveless libertine and that is that.

Then, with luck, we encounter a deadly monster and have to do some work to evade it or drive it off or something, and I can blame any signs of excitement on, well, excitement.

Hero’s Welcome

Everyone: “Yay, Sythyry’s back!”

Me: “Yay, I’m home!”

Everyone: “How did it go?”

Me: “Did you not get my letter?”

Everyone: “No, for you forgot to send it — see, it is sitting on your desk in Vheshrame!” (They did not actually say this, perhaps because they did not actually see it (due to it still being sitting on my desk in Vheshrame), but more likely because they were simply being polite.)

Me: “Oh. So it is.” (I’m sure it is, and I will find it there when we finally get back home.)

Everyone: “So how did it go?”

Me: “As well as I could possibly have expected, and thus I provide considerable details about all the matters that do not involve my more personal organs! However, as nobody expected me to do anything with them anyways, the omission is probably not noticed by anyone… though Phaniet (a Cani who knows me very well indeed) and Arfaen (a Cani who recently shared those organs) surely knew something was incomplete.”

Everyone: “Yay! The mighty wizard beat up two nearly-powerless accountants and their children! Yay!” (A more accurate translation might be, “Yay! Sythyry got zir money back, and can pay for us some more! Also, we don’t have to deal with our friends who betrayed us! Also, the kids are in good paws! Also, Castle Wrong isn’t exploding, for when we go home again! Also, Sythyry’s back to keep an eye on the nendrai!”)

Villain’s Welcome

Nangbang: “Hello, my dear daughter!”

Treacle-Eyes: “Father? Here?”

Nangbang: “Thanks to far too much teleportation, and a newly-acquired taste for tincture of elstromizarde, yes, I am here!”

Treacle-Eyes: “What? Why are you here?”

Nangbang: “I heard you were getting married!”

Treacle-Eyes: “Yes! To an Orren!”

Nangbang: “A marriage with an Orren would certainly please me.”

Treacle-Eyes: “Then be pleased! Be pleased out of your sklimpering skull!”

Nangbang: “Well, there are a few things remaining to discuss before I am quite ready to do that.”

Comments

[kensan-oni.livejournal.com]

Oh no! I smell the "How Me and Your Mother Fell In Love" Doom Stories about to commence! Run!

[shurhaian.livejournal.com]

She still doesn't know.

Why do I get the feeling this is not going to last very long anymore?

It's unfortunate that you couldn't corral Lithia to advise her of the hazard before Nangbang got his opportunity to talk to his daughter, but... well, Lithia has had plenty of time.

[sythyry.livejournal.com]

It is, alas, more complicated than that; see upcoming entries.

Indeed, it is a perfect example of why one should never have an Orren and a Rassimel in the same body.

[sianmink.livejournal.com]

Rassimel obsession+Orren wild rush? What could possibly go wrong there?

[kensan-oni.livejournal.com]

Could one possibly survive heat?

[rowyn]

I'm giving it 'til next entry.

Hey, Sythyry, we'll get to see if your Theory of Sexuality fits Treacle-Eyes, here. Since she's been attracted to a Cani and an (ostensible) Orren, she should be a loveless libertine. So there shouldn't be any emotional attachment on her part to Lithia, right?

[sythyry.livejournal.com]

Well, if one interprets Lithia as spiritually a Rassimel and that that aspect of her personality, if not her body, is what appeals to Treacle-Eyes, then Treacle-Eyes is essentially traff. Also note that she claims to love Lithia; I do not assert that she is correct about this. So she could be either one, in that classification system.

[stormydragon.livejournal.com]

Your skills at rationalization continue to "improve".

[gavinfox.livejournal.com]

*snrk* Quit teasing the lizard! That was mean...

[sythyry.livejournal.com]

I am not yet committed to giving my my previous theory! It works fairly well most of the time. Yet I am contemplating new theories! I am not a terribly fast lizard, which is why I am a time mage, but I try to be an honest one.

[redbird]

There may not be glory in defeating those much weaker than you, but there is no shame in using your skills to get back what is legitimately yours, in ways that minimize harm. As you say, the children are in good paws, and your friends will not be out on the mean streets.

Hmm...

[ysabetwordsmith.livejournal.com]

I like "libertine" (which need not be either luckless or loveless inherently) as a term for people who enjoy a very wide range of sexual partners and/or activities. It's a useful addition to the traff/cissy pairing.

Re: Hmm...

[gavinfox.livejournal.com]

That means that sythyry would need to adjust zir definition of Libertine as well! I have already previously given some suggestions on replacing the term, but yours are good too.

Perhaps:


Cisaffectionate: Interested in romance, love, and affection with their own species to the exclusion of others. Doesn't say anything about lust or play.
Nonaffectionate: Not actually interested in romance, love, and affection. Doesn't say anything about lust or play.
Transaffectionte: Interested in romance, love, and affection, but in any way other than "their own species to the exclusion of all others". Doesn't say anything about lust or play.
Libertine: Interested in lust and body play to an extent that is considered inappropriate by other primes, and for those matters, is not especially concerned about the species in question with which play happens. Doesn't say anything about romance or true affection, and can be mixed with the other three.

Note that this leaves out, say, other categories that describe the other amounts of lust and body play interest other than libertine, because it seems to be the case that "anything other than excessive amounts of this is not cause for worry". How does this categorization work?

Re: Hmm...

[gavinfox.livejournal.com]

To this we could also add, say Nonlibertine: Any amount of interest in lust and body play less than that of Libertine.

So with this NEW categorization, I believe Sythyry would be "Transaffectionate & Nonlibertine". Though perhaps the prefix "trans" might need to be changed to more accurately describe the definition...

Re: Hmm...

[gavinfox.livejournal.com]

Also I know you wanted COMPLETELY exclusive categories, but this isn't really that bad...

Three mutually exclusive options for "interest in love and affection", and two mutually exclusive options for "interest in lust and bodyplay", for, uh, six total possible options, and you can graph it in a 2-axis graph if you really want to.

[terrycloth.livejournal.com]

Probably best to pretend you're not in any sort of relationship with Saza for the moment. After all, if you're really a libertine, you're not!

...for some reason I have this image of Vae pestering you about when you're going to have kids, though.

[tuftears.livejournal.com]

Aww, baby Zi Ri for mama Vae to spoil!

Wait, no, there's no way that any sensible Zi Ri want Nendrai anywhere near their children. Just look at the poor kid who got merged with the Locador demon!

[terrycloth.livejournal.com]

Yes, but with a zi ri you wouldn't have to worry about what would happen after they die, since you can just make sure they live forever instead.

[stormydragon.livejournal.com]

If a Locador demon fused Zi Ri falls in love with a Locador demon fused Rassamiel, is that traff, cis, or libertine?

[zeeth_kyrah]

Yes and no?

[terrana.livejournal.com]

You know, I'm pretty sure Sythyry's Journal is a perfect example of why involving a young Zi Ri with a nendrai is a terrible idea.

[alex-muridae.livejournal.com]

For what it's worth, the problem of permanence is something the rest of us mortals do indeed have to think about with essentially every relationship we have; Said with only a little spite and a good deal of mirth, "I'm sure you'll cope". And besides, the worst fate seems to be a kiss on the cheek or a change in reputation, the latter of which is transient.

And I suppose I'll take another opportunity to say that I would say that your traff or cissy is still not quite sufficient to describe you. And you are quite clearly not a libertine, nor loveless I would wager. And suddenly there is upon me a curiosity about what two Zi Ri in a fireplace do with logs, which would seem uncomfortable from my perspective...