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Near a stream that pours off a high cliff and then snakes away is a garden, carefully tended, and a house, built of wood and stone and transmuted pearl. Fairies weed the plants. One is fixing the roof. A berrybush, hair atangle with spidery branches, is painting gold stripes onto her purple arms.
infinitely-stranger
High above, a fairy passes by.
He sees the house.
He descends for a closer look. His wings billow - dozens or hundreds of gossamer veils speckled with tiny motes of light, each individually so thin as to be near-invisibly translucent, each a slightly different shade of midnight. Where enough of them overlap, the effect is like a dark sky full of stars. It's very visually impressive.
He sees the house.
He descends for a closer look. His wings billow - dozens or hundreds of gossamer veils speckled with tiny motes of light, each individually so thin as to be near-invisibly translucent, each a slightly different shade of midnight. Where enough of them overlap, the effect is like a dark sky full of stars. It's very visually impressive.
The gardening fairies don't look up. The berrybush does, but she doesn't comment.
infinitely-stranger
The hovering fairy studies the house and the stream. He likes the waterfall. The house isn't bad either. Wood transmuted into pearl, an interesting touch. He contemplates landing to ask if he can talk to the sorcerer who did it.
There is suddenly less noise than there should be coming from a patch of rustling grass. Something there has activated a silencing spell.
Too late.
"Take no new action," calls the berrybush. "Land."
"Take no new action," calls the berrybush. "Land."
infinitely-stranger
He lands, gracefully. His wings drift behind him, light enough to float on the merest breeze, their stars twinkling. For some reason, he is smiling a very small ironic smile.
The berrybush approaches. "Too quiet for the others to hear, whisper your name in my ear."
infinitely-stranger
He has to crouch down to get on her level; he is very tall for a fairy, five and a half feet.
"Sierulyperinon," he murmurs.
"Sierulyperinon," he murmurs.
"Tell me your nickname," continues the berrybush.
The berrybush does not recognize this nickname.
"Follow me," she says, and she takes off and flies.
"Follow me," she says, and she takes off and flies.
The berrybush has a pretty pokey flight speed. It takes hours to get where they're going, and she stops to rest and pick a fruit for herself on the way. She does not offer Arcane any.
Eventually they reach their destination.
"I got one!" the berrybush calls.
Eventually they reach their destination.
"I got one!" the berrybush calls.
infinitely-stranger
Naturally, Arcane stops where she stops.
He is smiling that smile again, or some close cousin thereof.
He is smiling that smile again, or some close cousin thereof.
The berrybush has little to no interest in Arcane's facial expressions at this time.
The door opens, revealing a four-foot-tall fairy with metallic lace for wings. "Hello, Sugar."
"Hello, Verve! I got one! May I take him to Thorn?"
"I'll do it, Sugar. Tell me his name and go back."
"Yes Verve." Sugar whispers Arcane's name to Verve, Verve says, "Stay put" to Arcane, and then Sugar turns and flies away.
"What has Sugar told you to do so far? Tell me," Verve says to Arcane.
The door opens, revealing a four-foot-tall fairy with metallic lace for wings. "Hello, Sugar."
"Hello, Verve! I got one! May I take him to Thorn?"
"I'll do it, Sugar. Tell me his name and go back."
"Yes Verve." Sugar whispers Arcane's name to Verve, Verve says, "Stay put" to Arcane, and then Sugar turns and flies away.
"What has Sugar told you to do so far? Tell me," Verve says to Arcane.
infinitely-stranger
Arcane regards Verve with mild amusement, and recites in a remarkably accurate imitation of Sugar:
"'Take no new action.' 'Land.' 'Too quiet for the others to hear, whisper your name in my ear.' 'Tell me your nickname.' 'Follow me.'"
"'Take no new action.' 'Land.' 'Too quiet for the others to hear, whisper your name in my ear.' 'Tell me your nickname.' 'Follow me.'"
"Tell me, is there anything I would want to know that you could share before I bring you to Thorn?"
Verve looks exceedingly exasperated with him. "That you're obnoxious," she surmises. "Follow me. Wipe that smirk off your face."
And Verve brings him to Thorn, who is sitting with a book in a room with a smiling dewflower resting her head in her lap while he gives her scritches that would look rather affectionate if he weren't scratching her up with his claws. Thorn sets the book down.
"Master, this is Sierulyperinon," Verve says. "Sugar got him. He's obnoxious."
"Oh? What has he done that's so obnoxious?" asks Thorn.
"I asked him the caution question and he just said 'yes'. Smirking."
"And when you asked him what exactly the content of his yes was, Verve?"
"I - didn't."
"You didn't."
"No master."
"Go and tell Sunstroke that you've earned thirty minutes."
"Yes master," squeaks Verve, and she slinks away.
Thorn regards Arcane. "Tell me your nickname and what Verve would have liked to know before she brought you here."
"Master, this is Sierulyperinon," Verve says. "Sugar got him. He's obnoxious."
"Oh? What has he done that's so obnoxious?" asks Thorn.
"I asked him the caution question and he just said 'yes'. Smirking."
"And when you asked him what exactly the content of his yes was, Verve?"
"I - didn't."
"You didn't."
"No master."
"Go and tell Sunstroke that you've earned thirty minutes."
"Yes master," squeaks Verve, and she slinks away.
Thorn regards Arcane. "Tell me your nickname and what Verve would have liked to know before she brought you here."
infinitely-stranger
"I am called Arcane, sorcerer of the Queenscourt," Arcane says serenely. "I have been traveling for one hundred and sixty-one days out of a two-hundred-day leave. In thirty-nine days, if I am not back where the Queen expects me to be, she will send others to retrieve me. If you try to keep me from her, or interfere with me otherwise, she is likely to be annoyed with you."
The dewflower with her head in Thorn's lap is suddenly bleeding a lot more. Probably that involuntary hand-clenching problem Thorn has. He should get that checked out. She makes a squeaking noise and heals herself.
"Tell me," says Thorn, "the best way to ensure no attention from the Queen or her court after this incident."
"Tell me," says Thorn, "the best way to ensure no attention from the Queen or her court after this incident."
infinitely-stranger
Arcane smiles.
"If you rescind all orders from me and let me go, with some appropriate compensation, then I will not mention this incident unnecessarily at the Queenscourt and if it should come up I will advise her that you were very cooperative and need not be punished, nor is your court remarkable in any way that would make it worth capturing for her purposes. A vassal would qualify as appropriate compensation. One with some sorcerous skill, partcularly."
"If you rescind all orders from me and let me go, with some appropriate compensation, then I will not mention this incident unnecessarily at the Queenscourt and if it should come up I will advise her that you were very cooperative and need not be punished, nor is your court remarkable in any way that would make it worth capturing for her purposes. A vassal would qualify as appropriate compensation. One with some sorcerous skill, partcularly."