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 to know a lot of details about cars. Wheels would have a lot of trouble most places at home and I can fly."

[eversomuchfun]

"Humans have flying vehicles too. Those might be more exciting."

[imeanforever]

"I'm sure it's very exciting for people who can't fly. I have no wish to be cooped up unable to feel the air when traveling from place to place."

[eversomuchfun]

"How fast would the prospective vehicle have to go before you'd put up with it?"

[imeanforever]

"Oh, I don't know, considering that sorcery's possible here it's probably more efficient to just make a gate to anywhere really far away I'd want to go."

[eversomuchfun]

Shrug.

[imeanforever]

"How fast are they? I can do about seventy miles an hour, more if I'm really trying."

[eversomuchfun]

"Upwards of fifty times that, for the fastest ones."

[imeanforever]

"Wow."

[eversomuchfun]

"Humans are a fairly well accomplished bunch."

[imeanforever]

"What else can they do?"

[eversomuchfun]

"Cure or alleviate a steadily increasing variety of ills, kill each other with impressive efficiency, sustain more or less stable nations of tens or hundreds of millions of people, and that's all mostly without magic coming into it."

[imeanforever]

"That's a lot of people."

[eversomuchfun]

"Yes."

[imeanforever]

"Fairies don't live in groups that large. Even the Queenscourt isn't that big."

[eversomuchfun]

"The planet is a finite size and the population is growing. It's not practical for humans to avoid forming large communities indefinitely."

[imeanforever]

"Well, the fairy population grows, but I think much more slowly. And occasionally we do move to get farther away from each other."

[eversomuchfun]

"Anyway, here is the school."

And here is Sherlock casually breaking into it.

[imeanforever]

Promise is a little confused by the rigmarole associated with entering the building but doesn't comment on it.

[eversomuchfun]

So neither does Sherlock. And they proceed through the darkened halls to the library.

[imeanforever]

It has so many books! Promise flutters about, inspecting the books.

[eversomuchfun]

Sherlock turns on some lights so as to make the books easier to see.

The books are organized according to bizarre and largely impenetrable local principles, but at least some of the divisions are recognizably by topic. The stuff on the easily visible shelves mostly doesn't obviously pertain to magic, but Sherlock goes behind the counter and starts pulling out piles of books manufactured in a less alien style; perhaps he knew where to find the good stuff.

[imeanforever]

Promise goes and looks at what he's pulled. "The organization system is weird," she comments.

[eversomuchfun]

"Oh?"

[imeanforever]

"Some of it seems to be by topic, and it's grouped by author but the authors seem to be in random order."