The Heavenly Choir [24 Consimbs 4385]

[sythyry]

Mirrored from Sythyry.

[As a Labor Day Weekend special, I'm going to post extra Sythyry entries this weekend. If this pleases you, dedicate a burger to Sythyry before you eat it, or kiss someone you don't ordinarily kiss enough, or write a very silly bit of graffiti. Bonus points if you tell me what you did!
-bb]

Lexical Conventions

I am going to give the Elfimel their own letters: Elfimel A, Elfimel B, etc. When two Elfimel appear with the same letter in a given scene, they are the same Elfimel. When two Elfimel appear with different letters in a given scene, they are different Elfimel. When two Elfimel appear in different scenes with different letters —- they might be the same or they might be different. We don’t know; that would be heretical and open the door for wickedness. (I suppose. I have never found names to be particularly wicked. (And, for what it’s worth, Rassimel — who are the prime creation of Mircannis on the World Tree — are noted for naming everything.))

Tour

Elfimel A: “Well, here we are at the great glade of Large Fruit! Look! Look all about you! Beautiful and also bountiful fruit grows on every tree!”

Grinwipey: “Yah, you’ve got a yogger-snoshing banana bush over there, can’t deny that with all seven tents.”

Elfimel B: “Every cycle we come back to this grove. It is my favorite place in all of Heaven!”

Elfimel C: “Oh, fie! What anti-cojumation is this being spoken? Everyone’s favorite place in all of Heaven is the Temple of Mircannis!”

Elfimel B: “Of course! The Temple of Mircannis is the center of beauty and love in all the universe! There is no argument thereof, no dispute! All sing the hymns of Mircannis!”

All Elfimel: [singing, in a very pretty harmony, as if they've been practicing about forever, which, evidently, they have] “We sing the hymns of Mircannis / We sing of singing the hymns of Mircannis / We sing of singing of singing the hymns of Mircannis / Sweet goddess / of thee we sing / of thee we sing of singing / of thee we sing of singing of singing!”

Elfimel A: “So you see, O visitors, that you have come to the best of all universes, and there is much delicious fruit!”

Este: “I see, and the pren I am eating now is one of the best prens I have ever eaten.”

Phaniet: “You’re not dying of poison, then, or forgetting all about home, or being transformed into an Elfimel?”

Este: “Home? Our home is in Heaven!”

Phaniet: “Uh-oh…”

Este: [grinning] “Technically that’s right, ’cause Strayway is back there, and that’s our current address of record. Our ultimate home is Castle Wrong in Vheshrame. And our bed there has a faded green comforter that you mended with a patch of blue-green cloth from my old pyjamas, when it got ripped on your left toeclaw one day while we were having a tickling match. See, all OK?”

Phaniet inspected him with magic sense. “All OK, as far as I can tell.”

The Elfimel, a dozen or so of them, all sat in a circle around the primes, smiling, arching their extravagantly-colored tails over their heads. Others drifted in over the conversation, to see the newcomers and listen. There was no fear among them; they were all bright eyes and wide-spread ears. No shame either: they cuddled each other and sometimes petted each other intimately as they chatted.

Comments

[relee.livejournal.com]

Meanwhile, in Yiffburg...

[sythyry.livejournal.com]

[Yeah, yeah, I know what you like the conventions of the utopian/dystopian genre, back as far as Brave New World if not before. Just being lightly fanservicey traditional, y'know? -bb]

[kensan-oni.livejournal.com]

You know, Doom doesn't have to happen, you know. Doom sometimes takes a vacation to scheme, you know...

[sythyry.livejournal.com]

[Sneak preview: therew will be some not-so-good minutes, but this arc is pretty low doom compared to, oh, the pirates, or the watch-hunting, or the embezzling. -bb]

[relee.livejournal.com]

I'm not complaining I think it's cute.

[rowyn]

Interesting that they haven't varied from Common after an eternity in Heaven, even for their hymns. Hmmm.

[sythyry.livejournal.com]

I don't think that they have very much to talk about.

[rowyn]

But they hardly have anything to do but talk!

I guess they figure there's no point in speeding up conversations, however, so they might just string together a dozen Common words in order to express more complex concepts. Assuming they ever do. <.

[sythyry.livejournal.com]

They have other things to do! They can eat fruit; they can eat petals and get drunk and euphoric; they can stab each other; they can sing; they can cuddle; they can resurrect each other. And, once in many thousand cycles, they can chat with visitors. And that's just what we know about so far!

...

Thinking along those lines makes me glad, for once, of my constant supply of Doom. I don't get bored much.

[rowyn]

... maybe they get more interesting later.

You'd think they'd at least, y'know, make stuff. If only to make eating and/or cuddling and/or stabbing and/or resurrecting more aesthetically pleasing or interesting.

[terrycloth.livejournal.com]

Maybe they go through a building phase? But right now they're in the partying phase instead? The stuff they build can't permanently change the place since it's designed for stability.

[yotogi.livejournal.com]

Reminds me of Minecraft for some reason.

[stormydragon.livejournal.com]

*has sudden visions of a cross between Elfmiel Heaven and Dwarf Fortress* With Locador demons replacing the elephants.

[yotogi.livejournal.com]

Goddamn elephants.

[kris-schnee.livejournal.com]

I've been playing that. Nice peaceful building game, until it turns dark and you have to spend the night cowering in your last-minute bunker while horrible things dance outside. And you really don't have much to do but build and item-craft... what it needs are friendly elfcoons!

[yotogi.livejournal.com]

Personally, I spend my days developing the bunker precisely so it won't be last-minute.

[chipuni.livejournal.com]

No shame either: they cuddled each other and sometimes petted each other intimately as they chatted.

But there's one piece of fruit, of which they may not eat. Mircannis calls it the Fruit of Knowledge of Good and Dooooooooom...

[stormydragon.livejournal.com]

Too cliche. It could literally be the oldest one in the book.

[tuftears.livejournal.com]

No, two pieces of fruit! That one, and the Fruit of Knowing the Knowledge of Good and Doooooom.

[terrycloth.livejournal.com]

And they don't know which is which, because they haven't eaten the fruit of knowing where knowing the knowledge of good and doom is?

[stormydragon.livejournal.com]

Someone needs to forbid recursion in heaven!

[terrycloth.livejournal.com]

Forbidding is forbidden in heaven!

[bloofox.livejournal.com]

I quite like Este.

Sadly I grill no burgers. I could always graffiti something on the pavement they're demolishing down the street, maybe make the asphalt please for an end to its cracked and driven-upon suffering.

I think I'll just kiss my cat instead!

[warphammer.livejournal.com]

I am in a position to kiss a large blue feathery dragon, whom I do not kiss *nearly* enough, in honor of a small blue feathery dragon. This is semi-symmetrical.

And, given the rest of the chamber(s) we've seen so far, I wonder what the temple's like.

[sythyry.livejournal.com]

Yay, thanks for tip!