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

[thisvorlunatic]

"I'll go call him. I would appreciate if you avoided listening, in case he says any names before I explain."

[imeanforever]

"I'll stay out here and have lunch."

She makes something fruit. She picks and eats a fruit.

[thisvorlunatic]

And Silver goes back inside and presumably communicates with his emperor.

(The first word out of his mouth is 'Sire' and Gregor just freezes. Miles makes heavy use of the phrase 'please humour me' over the following several minutes, but by the end of it Gregor has adjusted to the new paradigm and is omitting all names and namelike terms from everything he says. He requests proof, in a particularly imperial tone of voice, but allows that... Silver... can take his time producing same, under the circumstances. As predicted, he understands Miles's reaction perfectly.)

Some time later, he emerges from the house and checks on Promise.

[imeanforever]

Promise is leaning on her tree, munching berries that fall from its branches straight into her outstretched hand one at a time.

[thisvorlunatic]

...well that's an extremely endearing image.

"I have told the Emperor about you," he reports. "He reacted exactly as expected. Sometime in the next few days I should tell my mother, and she might want to acquire some proof that you can do magic, which she can then convey to him, but there's no rush on that; the Emperor understood my concerns."

[imeanforever]

"I don't mind proving I can do magic. It's certainly not hard to do here."

[thisvorlunatic]

"That's convenient, then. I'll ask Mother to nickname herself and come by."

[imeanforever]

Nod, nod.

[thisvorlunatic]

"The tree seems to be coming along nicely."

[imeanforever]

"I should be able to sleep in it tonight."

[thisvorlunatic]

"That seems good."

[imeanforever]

"It is."

[thisvorlunatic]

Nod.

[imeanforever]

Promise leans her cheek on her tree almost like she is nuzzling it. "I missed it. ...Thank you for not being awful."

[thisvorlunatic]

"Um. You're welcome? I feel slightly weird accepting thanks for not being awful, but I also acknowledge that there are a staggering variety of ways in which I could have been awful if I were a different and more awful person."

[imeanforever]

"Yeah. I mean, also thank you for being nice, but mostly right now I'm feeling the not-awful."

[thisvorlunatic]

"Yeah. Well. You're welcome and I will endeavour to continue in this not-awful vein."

[imeanforever]

"Thanks."

[thisvorlunatic]

"I am once again struck by how much I dislike the existence of this entire system."

[imeanforever]

"I don't think there's any getting rid of it."

[thisvorlunatic]

"Unfortunately."

[imeanforever]

"And getting rid of it entirely would mean I'd have to come up with completely different vague ambitions."

[thisvorlunatic]

"Vague ambitions?"

[imeanforever]

"There's... are you obligated to relay everything I say to your boss and emperor and so on?"

[thisvorlunatic]

"Only if it's immediately relevant to topics such as people being casually able to conquer this planet."