blood sweat tear

[imeanforever]

He's moving her to a different court to see if it'll improve her attitude. She's allowed to fly. It's been a long, long time since she was allowed to -

She is only allowed to fly to her destination, not anywhere else. She notices that she is not where she should be, that she cannot progress to where she was told to go, and she careens out of control when her wings won't flap anymore, and she crashes.

---

with Miles (kappa)

with Minus (kappa)

Comments

[imeanforever]

"I don't need it to be anywhere in particular. The main criterion for if I plant another one in Fairyland is that it'd need to be near water; you have a lake."

[thisvorlunatic]

"I do have a lake. I like my lake."

[imeanforever]

"It's a nice lake."

[thisvorlunatic]

[imeanforever]

"And my tree grows fruit and that's safe for me to eat, even if I don't bring back any other Fairyland plants."

[thisvorlunatic]

"Convenient for you. All right. Do you want to try that gate to your tree now?"

[imeanforever]

"Yeah. Where should I put it?"

[thisvorlunatic]

"I've been thinking about that, and I think a good spot would be in front of the house, a short distance away," he says. "Seems like a reasonable compromise between convenience and defensibility."

[imeanforever]

"That makes sense."

So Promise goes there and marks a line in the ground and makes a gate.

[thisvorlunatic]

Miles comes along to observe the gate-making process from a distance.

[imeanforever]

It doesn't look like anything. "It's settling," Promise announces after a brief moment.

[thisvorlunatic]

"As in the process that takes some unpredictable amount of time, or as in the end of that process?"

[imeanforever]

"The former."

[thisvorlunatic]

"Time to wait, then, I guess. Would you like me to show off more nifty mortal gadgets in the meantime?"

[imeanforever]

"Okay."

[thisvorlunatic]

"Did you like the look of that game I was playing? I could show off some of those. Or, I don't know, what do fairies not have, lightflyers? Float pallets? I suppose you don't need lift tubes..."

[imeanforever]

"I don't know what any of those things are."

[thisvorlunatic]

"That is a lightflyer." He points. "It's a flying vehicle that goes very fast. A float pallet is a levitating platform that can be hauled around as though it's mostly weightless regardless of how much stuff you pile onto it, as long as you don't exceed the safety limitations and break the thing. And a lift tube is a different application of the same technology used in float pallets, which allows wingless people to move from one floor to another inside a building without having to go up and down stairs. If none of those sounds sufficiently exciting to be worth a look, I'm sure I can think of more."

[imeanforever]

"They sound worth looking at," acknowledges Promise. "It must be inconvenient not to be able to fly."

[thisvorlunatic]

"I am pretty pleased about my lightflyer," says Silver. "If you'd like, I can fly you around in it and demonstrate how well it compensates for my tragic lack of inborn flight capability."

[imeanforever]

"Okay."

[thisvorlunatic]

He goes over to the lightflyer; he opens it so they can get in; he looks from Promise to the non-wing-optimized seating.

"Can you sit in there comfortably or do I need to disassemble the seat a bit?"

[imeanforever]

Promise's wings roll up behind her and she sits a bit forward. "It's okay."

[thisvorlunatic]

"All right. There is also a safety harness. You may wear or not wear the safety harness according to your preference; it's there to prevent serious injury in case of a crash, but for a number of reasons we're really unlikely to crash."

He goes around and gets in the pilot's seat and does up his safety harness.

[imeanforever]

Promise looks dubiously at the safety harness. She does not wear it.