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[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.

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with Miles (kappa)

with Minus (kappa)

Comments

[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.

[thisvorlunatic]

Silver does not say anything more about the safety harness. She has been informed, she has made her decision, there it is.

The lightflyer closes itself up and tidily departs the ground, rising noticeably faster than most fairies could manage.

The lake is even prettier from above, and the forest is a visually interesting tangle of green plants with red, and beyond the forest are the foothills of a range of tall and lovely mountains. Silver regards this vista with a smile of deep contentment and heads mountainward at a gentle acceleration.

[imeanforever]

Promise beholds the view. "The plants are different here," she murmurs.

[thisvorlunatic]

"Are they? The green stuff is from Earth, the red stuff is native to this planet," he says. "I'm nastily allergic to most of the local plant life but I do admit it can be attractive from a distance."

[imeanforever]

"Fairyland plants are more often green than anything else, but they can be other colors."

[thisvorlunatic]

"Earth plants come in other colours once in a while, I think, but green is a strong theme. The local stuff sticks to red and brown as far as I can tell."

They are definitely moving much faster than wing power could manage, although at this altitude the difference is a little subtle.

"I don't actually remember whether the mountains are named after a person so I'm erring on the side of caution - likewise the lake, and the planet, and a whole lot of cities - but those are my very favourite mountains in the galaxy. I grew up here."

[imeanforever]

"They're nice."

[thisvorlunatic]

He smiles.

As they approach the mountains and the elevation of the landscape below them rises, their speed becomes gradually more apparent. Zoom. Very zoom. Still a comfortable distance from anything they might conceivably crash into, but: zoom.

[imeanforever]

"I think there are some fairies who can fly this fast but I top out much lower."

[thisvorlunatic]

"It goes faster," he says. "If very fast flying vehicles are a thing that interests you, there's a wide selection available. Also some that will operate regardless of the presence or absence of air outside them, but those tend to be bigger and harder to fly."

[imeanforever]

"If you're trying to convince me the mortal world has cool stuff so I'll do magic for you, I don't object, but it's not the real bottleneck."

[thisvorlunatic]

"It's... not exactly that?" he says. "I'm - I might have mentioned I'm a problem-solver by nature. You have problems. I'm not sure how to solve them. But making you aware of all the cool mortal stuff available seems like a better plan than not doing that, for the goal of generally improving your existence, you know? I am also entertaining some hope that if I offer you lots of cool mortal stuff I might get cool magic stuff in return, but, I don't know, I am a bit freaked out by this accidental magical liege lord thing and may be overcompensating."

[imeanforever]

"I want pretty simple things to start. I want to be safe. I want privacy and my own tree and a way to eat on a regular basis and to be safe. After I'm... more confident of that... we can talk about getting me a planet. But, um, making it look like you really really want cool magic stuff makes me wonder if you want it more than to not so much be my magical liege lord."

[thisvorlunatic]

"Well - I see your logic," he says. "And I'm not sure what to do about it because most of the things I can think of to say that would be very reassuring to me would probably not be helpful to someone of a less twisty paranoid mindset, and if it were just me on the line I could tell you my name as reciprocal security I guess, but it's not, it's an entire galaxy full of hundreds of billions of other mortals who I would be putting in harm's way if I turned out to be misjudging your intentions badly enough."

[imeanforever]

"That's a lot of mortals."

[thisvorlunatic]

"My numbers are inexact, I'm just guessing based on what I do know. One or two hundred inhabited systems with a minimum of one inhabited planet or station each. Planetary populations go from about one to twelve billion and tend high; station populations go from a few thousand to a few million and tend low; planets are commoner than stations. So one or two hundred billion should be about right for the galactic population. And growing, of course. I can look up the actual number at the comconsole if you want it."

He makes a pass over his lovely mountains and turns back toward the lake. (There are some lakes up here, too, and a few mortal villages visible from the air.)

[imeanforever]

Promise peers at the villages. "Fairies usually don't live in groups that large."

[thisvorlunatic]

"...Really? Why not...?"

[imeanforever]

"Well, sometimes courts get that big, but it's hard to hold that many. You have to be really good at it and accumulate a lot of vassals."

[thisvorlunatic]

"...oh," he says.

He contemplates this mental picture.



It seems to be a lot to process.