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Cymbeline doesn't really like boats, but they're the only way to get anywhere in a reasonable period of time, especially when "anywhere" isn't on the mainland. Today he is sailing to Vectis, to oversee the change of governorship; his father the king is needed for courtly matters back home and his mother the queen, despite being the source of his royal blood, declines to involve herself in affairs of state when she can avoid it. Zoyah takes more after Ranae than after Charles in this department. So, it falls to Cymbeline.
Walking on a boat is even more difficult than walking on land, and Cymbeline is no great shakes at the latter to begin with. Unfortunately, neither he nor Kerem, the court magician and Cymbeline's confidante, have been able to figure out how to apply the principles of practicable magic to alleviating princely clumsiness. So Cymbeline is clinging to the railing of the boat, watching the waves, trying to avoid having to walk anywhere.
aetheling
aetheling
"Okay, well..." He points at himself. "Cymbeline." He points at Zoyah. "Zoyah." He points at the green person.
aetheling
"Okay, well... do you want to come inside?" he says with a corresponding inviting gesture. "We can show you to Kerem, he's better at some fiddly stuff than I am..."
treasuresuntold
The green person shrugs again, agreeably, and takes a few tentative steps towards the palace.
She falls over. (It's been happening a lot.)
She falls over. (It's been happening a lot.)
aetheling
"That's an accomplishment." He helps the green person up and puts his arm (quite chastely) around her.
pleasantsurprise
"Coming!" Kerem calls back, and presently he appears within view. "Goodness gracious."
aetheling
"We've tried all our languages," Cymbeline says, nodding in Zoyah's direction, "but you've got a few more?"
treasuresuntold
The green woman just blinks at him. And leans on Cymbeline. In a way that might be described as 'overly familiar'.
aetheling
"...Okay... Now I'm wondering if she's deaf. Zo', go behind her, shout suddenly?" suggests Cymbeline.
aetheling
"Not deaf," concludes Cymbeline, propping her up again from where she fell on him. "...Possibly mute. Probably mute." He sighs and starts leading her to the study, where he tries her on some pen and paper.
treasuresuntold
Ooh, pen and paper. She figures those out in short order, and starts drawing.
She draws:
- a recognizable silhouette of a ship, with a simple figure, just two arms and a blank head, peering over the side
- a big wobbly up-and-down scribble overtaking the ship
- a figure with arms and a head and a dolphin's tail
- an arms-and-legs human falling over the side of the boat...
She draws:
- a recognizable silhouette of a ship, with a simple figure, just two arms and a blank head, peering over the side
- a big wobbly up-and-down scribble overtaking the ship
- a figure with arms and a head and a dolphin's tail
- an arms-and-legs human falling over the side of the boat...
aetheling
"Is that..." No, she can't understand him. He points at the human figures, and then at himself.
treasuresuntold
She nods.
She draws something that looks sort of like a jagged cave entrance, and a figure peeping out of it with arms and a head and eight wiggly tentacles.
She draws a dolphin-person approaching the cave. She draws the dolphin-person a mouth, with wavy lines straggling out of it. She draws an arms-and-legs person on the other side of the cave, and puts both her hands over her own mouth, and points at her legs.
She draws something that looks sort of like a jagged cave entrance, and a figure peeping out of it with arms and a head and eight wiggly tentacles.
She draws a dolphin-person approaching the cave. She draws the dolphin-person a mouth, with wavy lines straggling out of it. She draws an arms-and-legs person on the other side of the cave, and puts both her hands over her own mouth, and points at her legs.
aetheling
Cymbeline blinks slowly.
The study has a few repositories of transferred things in it. He picks up one of them; it holds something not readily identifiable, moving around inside. "You gave your voice -" He touches the corner of her mouth, then the quartz chunk - "and got legs?" He touches the chunk again, then her knee.
The study has a few repositories of transferred things in it. He picks up one of them; it holds something not readily identifiable, moving around inside. "You gave your voice -" He touches the corner of her mouth, then the quartz chunk - "and got legs?" He touches the chunk again, then her knee.