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Linya and Bella are working on wishes, in between light chat about runecasting and their personal lives. It is radiantly obvious to people paying attention that Bella wants to kiss her and Linya is married, although neither statement is made.
Ivans are playing cards.
Mileses, including Solvei, are debating the wisdom of borrowing another strategy game from Bar; Mark, a voice of caution, does not know what will happen if all of them (Solvei, Mial, Miles, Milo, Stalas) all start screaming at each other in twenty directions.
And -
first-and-final
"It would be dangerous to have a conversation with a bunch of people from Science Fantasy Land about how to become epic," says Milan, "because it's already pretty dangerous for me to dwell on that particular subject and it would be stupidly dangerous for me to let my thinking on said subject get tainted by science fantasy logic and risk carrying that home with me and having it influence my actions."
"Crash the fucking sun," says Ashras, shaking his head in sheer amazement. "Not just the fact that your world is insane and terrifying, but the fact that you've adapted that well to the ways it is insane and terrifying."
"Count me in on that amazingly vivid expression of surprise," says Milo.
"Crash the fucking sun," says Ashras, shaking his head in sheer amazement. "Not just the fact that your world is insane and terrifying, but the fact that you've adapted that well to the ways it is insane and terrifying."
"Count me in on that amazingly vivid expression of surprise," says Milo.
greatestgift
There is a very loud, very unidentifiable noise from the direction of the lake door. Components include whistling, crackling, shrieking, roaring, and booming. It builds to its crescendo in about two seconds and then tapers off from there in a patter of small explosions.
thisvorlunatic
The Mileses as a group separate themselves immediately and without verbal discussion into those who are going to investigate and those who are going to stay behind.
Investigating: Mial (he stands up first, and the rest cluster around him); Stalas; Ashras; Milan.
Staying behind: Solvei (she joined the investigating group at first, but then hesitated and sat back down); Milo; Miles.
Investigating: Mial (he stands up first, and the rest cluster around him); Stalas; Ashras; Milan.
Staying behind: Solvei (she joined the investigating group at first, but then hesitated and sat back down); Milo; Miles.
unmarred
Inlaith and Mark exchange a communicative glance, and Inlaith sits down while Mark stands with the investigators.
All this assembly has taken maybe three or four seconds from the very beginning of the noise, and it is not nearly done noising but has tapered off noticeably from its peak.
All this assembly has taken maybe three or four seconds from the very beginning of the noise, and it is not nearly done noising but has tapered off noticeably from its peak.
middlingalong
"The fuck is that?" say Aurin and Ivan at the same time. Jann is nervously holding the hilt of his sword.
unmarred
"Sounded destructive. We're going to go see what it was," says Mark, indicating the party of standing Miles-and-siblings. "You coming?"
greatestgift
To find:
An approximately Miles-sized figure hovering in the air over the grassy expanse between building and lake, wearing ornate white-and-silver armour, with matching ornate white-and-silver wings beating slowly to keep her in the air. In one hand she holds an ornate staff, pale gold with fiery orange-gold accents, topped with an arrangement of several shiny blue globes surrounding a much larger purple-black globe that seems to carry tiny stars in its murky depths.
"Where the fuck am I?" she calls down to them.
An approximately Miles-sized figure hovering in the air over the grassy expanse between building and lake, wearing ornate white-and-silver armour, with matching ornate white-and-silver wings beating slowly to keep her in the air. In one hand she holds an ornate staff, pale gold with fiery orange-gold accents, topped with an arrangement of several shiny blue globes surrounding a much larger purple-black globe that seems to carry tiny stars in its murky depths.
"Where the fuck am I?" she calls down to them.
unmarred
"Reasonably sure it's a Miles," murmurs Mark.
He calls up to the hovering stranger, "Milliways! Who wants to know?"
He calls up to the hovering stranger, "Milliways! Who wants to know?"
greatestgift
She descends hesitantly into a less shouty conversational range.
"Who are all you people?"
"Who are all you people?"
unmarred
"Is that by any chance the weapon that produced that ungodly sound just now?" he inquires, gesturing in her direction to indicate the staff she is holding pointed away from the group.
greatestgift
"...Yes," she says. "This is my Celestial Staff. It's overkill for any monster smaller than a house. I was in the middle of fighting a monster larger than a house, and... then I was here. I am confused. And not paranoid, thank you very much."
unmarred
"I didn't mean to imply you were unreasonably paranoid, just that you are noticeably warier than standard. The house-sized monsters go a considerable distance toward explaining that."
