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[sythyry]

In Which Esory Bites My Head Off [21 Thory 4261]

Esory was browsing through my journal in Enchantments class, as she does now and then. After class, I found this note tucked in it.

Sythyry ...

It's not just that Ilottat is treating you badly -- though he is. You are not treating him very well, either. He's said that he wants to keep this a secret, yet here you are writing about it in your journal and you know that I've read it on occassion, as well as Floosh, not to mention a veritable ocean of monsters and-who-knows-who else. You've told six? eight? people directly. Even when Anoof warned you of the smell issue, you forgot.

You don't want to keep it a secret, and Ilottat desperately does. Please ... do try to talk to him. Find out why it's so important that he would be goofy enough as to pretend not to recognize you in public. Perhaps if you understood better what the consequences of this tryst are for him personally, it would be easier for you to accept his wishes.

Or to break it off.

I know, it's none of my business. And I ought to sit by and watch the two of you tear each other apart and politely say nothing while I pretend not to notice but ...

Sorry.

This is utterly ridiculous in every sentence of course! Ilottat isn't treating me badly. I'm not treating him badly. I have only mentioned the matter to a small number of very trustworthy people. And the monsters don't count -- if they're real at all (are you?) they can hardly be considered reliable witnesses in a court of law. (Unless there are courts of law in monster-branch somewhere, I suppose.)

And I've been careful with scents except the one day, and that only because I got back so very late at night.

And, well, I did ask him, last night. I didn't have time to explain it here because, well, it was awfully late, non-bathing-allowed sort of late.

And we're not tearing each other apart. At all. Tearing clothes off is another matter!

The Explanation of The Extreme Secrecy

Me:"Why, O why, must you be so secret about our involvement, that you cannot so much as recognize me in public?"

Ilottat:"I said I was sorry about that." (He had, too.)

I spent a bit of time comforting him, there.

Me:"But why is it such at very very touchy matter for you?"

Ilottat:"My father would be contrarie, displeased. Very displeased."

Me:"Even with a Zi Ri? We're not the least honored of species."

Ilottat:"Especially with a Zi Ri."

Me:"How, especially?"

Ilottat:"Because, well, he is concerned with the honorem, the family name. In the history books, and the archivia, the records. You will remember it forever!"

Me:"I will remember you fondly as my first true love!"

We paused briefly for some activities traditional when someone says something like that.

Me:"Still, I must ask ... he sent you off to school in Vheshrame, having warned you particularly against Zi Ri? Hezimikkinen is hardly in the habit of seducing Academy students!"

Ilottat:"Well, there's a little more of a reason..."

With much earflattening, he showed me a book entitled Langorous Lizards in Love. I looked at a few of the illustrations ... the book was mostly illustrations. Almost any other time I would have been embarrassed. As it was, I just leafed through a bit. "Ooh, we should try that one!"

Ilottat:"My father discovered me as an adolescent, yn darllen, that is, reading this book, and, well, doing something else as well..." He indicated just what by a gesture.

Me:"Ooh, that looks hard!" It did, though not in the "difficult" sense. "Could I help you with it?" It turned out that I could. This interrupted the conversation for some time.

Ilottat:"So he thought that I might like Zi Ri."

Me:"Well, I hope he was right!"

Ilottat:"Upote, maepote! No!"

Me:"I hope you like me at least!"

Ilottat:"Well, yes, I do seem to. But, well, I'm sure I wouldn't so much as edrych, look at another Zi Ri."

Me:"How about other Orren?"

Ilottat:"Well, um, I might have a relationship with another Orren. To please my father, if nothing else. He does pay my addicion, my bills."

Since his bills are rather high even in months when he's not seducing me at Darraden's, I can see that keeping his father happy has some importance.

Me:"Well, if you marry another Orren, perhaps you and me and they could ... well ... I do like Orren."

In some settings it's hard to say that you're transaffectionate. Having your tail curled snugly around an intimate bit of a member-of-another-species makes it much easier. I recommend this to everyone with suitably flexible tails.

Um, that's me and Sleeth, I think, and Sleeth are all transaffectionate sluts anyways and don't care who thinks what of them.

(And no, Zi Ri aren't all transaffectionate sluts. I am quite fussy and extremely picky about my lovers! Lover, rather!)

Ilottat:"Sythyry!"

Me:"What?"

Ilottat:"Please ... the whole topic is a bit umkippen, upsetting to me. Could we talk about something else instead?"

We found something else. No, it wasn't that, or at least, it wasn't entirely that. He painted the inside of my wings with brilliant crimson and viridian stripes, and caught a picture of me decorated that way, with my intimate organs in a configuation suitable to the nature of our relationship.

And that's really why I forgot to wash up at home -- because I had already washed up at Ilottat's. Except that, well, there was a certain amount of physical affection after the washing.

No, I don't entirely believe that he's not attracted to Zi Ri.

Anyways, I think Esory has entirely the wrong of it!

Comments

[petersheil.livejournal.com]

A great monster in the past said "I think therefore I am" ... so as long as I keep on thinking I will exist. Some think that it is actually more accurate to say that I exist as long as I think I exist, but that's a fine distinction which I can't be bothered to think about right now as I have to go and visit my mother-in-law and give seasonal gifts and eat seasonal food.

Take care little one
peter monster

[sythyry.livejournal.com]

Ah -- you know you exist, but I must admit that there is some chance that, oh, you are not a sort of creature who goes and visits your mother-in-law and gives seasonal gifts and eats seasonal food, but, instead, a sort of creature who goes and visits the innocent and restores their long-dead ancestors to a hideous shambling parody of life and gives seasonal injuries and eats their eyes and livers.

Not that I particularly suspect you of this. But it is a bit hard to tell from here.

[petersheil.livejournal.com]

I have never knowingly eaten the liver of anyone I know personally, so that must make me nice eh?

I'm not a "restoring the dead" monster. I do use spells for various things and indeed in our world we have computer programs [I guess this translates into something like automatic machine?] which tell us if the spell is correct ... they are called spell checkers [this should make other monsters reading this smile because of a double meaning in our language here].

Do you have snow in your world? [Frozen particles of water that fall in soft flakes but can later be compressed inot balls for throwing at your friends as a cheery seasonal greeting]

Peace
peter monster

[sythyry.livejournal.com]

Well, better than if you had done.

[Bard grins -bb]

We have snow. It shows up in two seasons: most winters, and cold Surprise.