imeanforever: (o ~ vassal)
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Near a stream that pours off a high cliff and then snakes away is a garden, carefully tended, and a house, built of wood and stone and transmuted pearl. Fairies weed the plants. One is fixing the roof. A berrybush, hair atangle with spidery branches, is painting gold stripes onto her purple arms.
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Date: 2015-04-13 05:40 pm (UTC)
infinitely_stranger: (8. elementary problems)
From: [personal profile] infinitely_stranger
High above, a fairy passes by.

He sees the house.

He descends for a closer look. His wings billow - dozens or hundreds of gossamer veils speckled with tiny motes of light, each individually so thin as to be near-invisibly translucent, each a slightly different shade of midnight. Where enough of them overlap, the effect is like a dark sky full of stars. It's very visually impressive.

Date: 2015-04-13 05:41 pm (UTC)
alicornucopia: (Default)
From: [personal profile] alicornucopia
The gardening fairies don't look up. The berrybush does, but she doesn't comment.

Date: 2015-04-13 05:46 pm (UTC)
infinitely_stranger: (a. my methods)
From: [personal profile] infinitely_stranger
The hovering fairy studies the house and the stream. He likes the waterfall. The house isn't bad either. Wood transmuted into pearl, an interesting touch. He contemplates landing to ask if he can talk to the sorcerer who did it.

Date: 2015-04-13 05:48 pm (UTC)
alicornucopia: (Default)
From: [personal profile] alicornucopia


There is suddenly less noise than there should be coming from a patch of rustling grass. Something there has activated a silencing spell.

Date: 2015-04-13 05:51 pm (UTC)
infinitely_stranger: (c. any function)
From: [personal profile] infinitely_stranger
...He glances in that direction.

Date: 2015-04-13 05:52 pm (UTC)
alicornucopia: (Default)
From: [personal profile] alicornucopia
Too late.

"Take no new action," calls the berrybush. "Land."

Date: 2015-04-13 05:55 pm (UTC)
infinitely_stranger: (4. grand thing)
From: [personal profile] infinitely_stranger




He lands, gracefully. His wings drift behind him, light enough to float on the merest breeze, their stars twinkling. For some reason, he is smiling a very small ironic smile.

Date: 2015-04-13 06:04 pm (UTC)
alicornucopia: (Default)
From: [personal profile] alicornucopia
The berrybush approaches. "Too quiet for the others to hear, whisper your name in my ear."

Date: 2015-04-13 06:05 pm (UTC)
infinitely_stranger: (6. so chimerical)
From: [personal profile] infinitely_stranger
He has to crouch down to get on her level; he is very tall for a fairy, five and a half feet.

"Sierulyperinon," he murmurs.

Date: 2015-04-13 06:06 pm (UTC)
alicornucopia: (Default)
From: [personal profile] alicornucopia
"Tell me your nickname," continues the berrybush.

Date: 2015-04-13 06:06 pm (UTC)
infinitely_stranger: (7. intricate analysis)
From: [personal profile] infinitely_stranger
"Arcane," he says, very dryly.

Date: 2015-04-13 06:07 pm (UTC)
alicornucopia: (Default)
From: [personal profile] alicornucopia
The berrybush does not recognize this nickname.

"Follow me," she says, and she takes off and flies.

Date: 2015-04-13 06:08 pm (UTC)
infinitely_stranger: (8. elementary problems)
From: [personal profile] infinitely_stranger
Arcane follows.

Date: 2015-04-13 06:09 pm (UTC)
alicornucopia: (Default)
From: [personal profile] alicornucopia
The berrybush has a pretty pokey flight speed. It takes hours to get where they're going, and she stops to rest and pick a fruit for herself on the way. She does not offer Arcane any.

Eventually they reach their destination.

"I got one!" the berrybush calls.

Date: 2015-04-13 06:10 pm (UTC)
infinitely_stranger: (5. a touch)
From: [personal profile] infinitely_stranger
Naturally, Arcane stops where she stops.

He is smiling that smile again, or some close cousin thereof.

Date: 2015-04-13 06:29 pm (UTC)
alicornucopia: (Default)
From: [personal profile] alicornucopia
The berrybush has little to no interest in Arcane's facial expressions at this time.

The door opens, revealing a four-foot-tall fairy with metallic lace for wings. "Hello, Sugar."

"Hello, Verve! I got one! May I take him to Thorn?"

"I'll do it, Sugar. Tell me his name and go back."

"Yes Verve." Sugar whispers Arcane's name to Verve, Verve says, "Stay put" to Arcane, and then Sugar turns and flies away.

"What has Sugar told you to do so far? Tell me," Verve says to Arcane.
Edited Date: 2015-04-13 06:37 pm (UTC)

Date: 2015-04-13 06:38 pm (UTC)
infinitely_stranger: (6. so chimerical)
From: [personal profile] infinitely_stranger
Arcane regards Verve with mild amusement, and recites in a remarkably accurate imitation of Sugar:

"'Take no new action.' 'Land.' 'Too quiet for the others to hear, whisper your name in my ear.' 'Tell me your nickname.' 'Follow me.'"

Date: 2015-04-13 06:38 pm (UTC)
alicornucopia: (Default)
From: [personal profile] alicornucopia
"Tell me, is there anything I would want to know that you could share before I bring you to Thorn?"

Date: 2015-04-13 06:39 pm (UTC)
infinitely_stranger: (4. grand thing)
From: [personal profile] infinitely_stranger
"Yes," says Arcane, smirking.

Date: 2015-04-13 06:40 pm (UTC)
alicornucopia: (Default)
From: [personal profile] alicornucopia
Verve looks exceedingly exasperated with him. "That you're obnoxious," she surmises. "Follow me. Wipe that smirk off your face."

Date: 2015-04-13 06:41 pm (UTC)
infinitely_stranger: (7. intricate analysis)
From: [personal profile] infinitely_stranger
Arcane follows Verve and ceases to smirk.

Date: 2015-04-13 06:45 pm (UTC)
alicornucopia: (Default)
From: [personal profile] alicornucopia
And Verve brings him to Thorn, who is sitting with a book in a room with a smiling dewflower resting her head in her lap while he gives her scritches that would look rather affectionate if he weren't scratching her up with his claws. Thorn sets the book down.

"Master, this is Sierulyperinon," Verve says. "Sugar got him. He's obnoxious."

"Oh? What has he done that's so obnoxious?" asks Thorn.

"I asked him the caution question and he just said 'yes'. Smirking."

"And when you asked him what exactly the content of his yes was, Verve?"

"I - didn't."

"You didn't."

"No master."

"Go and tell Sunstroke that you've earned thirty minutes."

"Yes master," squeaks Verve, and she slinks away.

Thorn regards Arcane. "Tell me your nickname and what Verve would have liked to know before she brought you here."

Date: 2015-04-13 06:55 pm (UTC)
infinitely_stranger: (5. a touch)
From: [personal profile] infinitely_stranger
"I am called Arcane, sorcerer of the Queenscourt," Arcane says serenely. "I have been traveling for one hundred and sixty-one days out of a two-hundred-day leave. In thirty-nine days, if I am not back where the Queen expects me to be, she will send others to retrieve me. If you try to keep me from her, or interfere with me otherwise, she is likely to be annoyed with you."

Date: 2015-04-13 06:56 pm (UTC)
alicornucopia: (Default)
From: [personal profile] alicornucopia
The dewflower with her head in Thorn's lap is suddenly bleeding a lot more. Probably that involuntary hand-clenching problem Thorn has. He should get that checked out. She makes a squeaking noise and heals herself.

"Tell me," says Thorn, "the best way to ensure no attention from the Queen or her court after this incident."
Edited Date: 2015-04-13 06:57 pm (UTC)

Date: 2015-04-13 07:05 pm (UTC)
infinitely_stranger: (3. proper atmosphere)
From: [personal profile] infinitely_stranger
Arcane smiles.

"If you rescind all orders from me and let me go, with some appropriate compensation, then I will not mention this incident unnecessarily at the Queenscourt and if it should come up I will advise her that you were very cooperative and need not be punished, nor is your court remarkable in any way that would make it worth capturing for her purposes. A vassal would qualify as appropriate compensation. One with some sorcerous skill, partcularly."
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