pumpkin princess

[imeanforever]

Promise settles in. Her garden grows. Her tree grows; she stores her map and the rest of the notebook in there, first, and after she's been there for seven days, she can fit inside it herself. (At that early stage it's only an improvement over the outdoors when it's raining, but it's her tree. It'll get bigger.) She slowly broadens her diet as she learns the peculiar local plants and which ones she likes. She coaxes her tree into flower, picks one and ensorcels it, wraps cottony fluff from one of her trees in a giant flower petal of the same kind her bag is made of, and she has a pillow. The other flowers turn into haw berries that taste like home. She practices fairylights and then more complicated spells all around her new turf with her map, then without, until she has it memorized by feel and by the response of the magic when she casts.

When she doesn't need to do magic to her plants every single day to get and keep them producing at a rate sufficient to sustain her, she goes to the library and tells them things about the continent she came from in exchange for a half-century's membership. She brings home books. She makes paper to take notes on.

She doesn't have any near neighbors, but she has distant ones, and she trades foreign seeds and candied dewdrops for glass and books. She drinks her stream and writes her thoughts (a lot of her thoughts are about Arcane). She decompresses. She reads and thinks.

Time goes by. It's dark at night; sometimes she watches the stars.

Comments

[infinitely_stranger]

"I wasn't sure what you'd like, so I assembled most of my favourites except for the rulebook of an extremely complicated game that went out of fashion several centuries ago," he says, spooning up a spoonful of nuts and grains and berries. "If I was wrong and you would like the rulebook of an extremely complicated game that went out of fashion several centuries ago, I can bring you a transcription next time. What produced all that colourful dust? I've never seen anything like it."

[imeanforever]

"Oh, I thought I'd swept that up. I had a messy houseguest." She tries not to stare intently at his spoon. "What kind of game is it?"

[infinitely_stranger]

"It involves moving stones around in elaborate patterns. I like the idea of it very much, but the rules are too complicated for it to be practical to play with anyone except another enthusiast, and those are in short supply these days."

Promise is acting a little oddly. But he saw her make dinner and he knows the source of all the ingredients; there isn't secretly any mortal food in it from a lurking new master. Is she worried he won't like it? He eats his spoonful.

[imeanforever]

"I wouldn't mind at least looking over the rules in case it sounds like fun. I've never tried a game like that, maybe it'll be my favorite thing."

When she sees him swallow, she adds in a rush, "Irescindallyourorders."

[infinitely_stranger]

"Alianor," he murmurs testingly.

"Well. I'm surprised. I am more surprised than I have been in my life. That was the name of a dead mortal who briefly belonged to the Queenscourt, by the way. No one ever bothered to rescind the order not to speak her name. How did you manage that?"

[imeanforever]

"I found," says Promise, "a one-of-a-kind."

[infinitely_stranger]

"Do go on."

[imeanforever]

"Under any circumstances where you would normally be her vassal, you are instead no one's vassal, forever. I told her my name. So I'm not yours anymore, but you didn't know that, so you were allowed to eat the haws."

[infinitely_stranger]

"Clever," says Arcane. "Of course, you realize I am now in a somewhat awkward position."

[imeanforever]

"Yes, but I couldn't ask you first, obviously, and I don't think I'm especially good at keeping secrets from you, and if you'd known she existed, even if I didn't try it..."

[infinitely_stranger]

"Yes. Hmm. I harbour no particular ambition to overthrow the Queen, but between that and handing her you and your friend to be thoroughly neutralized, overthrowing the Queen does seem like the winning option."

[imeanforever]

"Thank you," says Promise dryly.

[infinitely_stranger]

"You're welcome."

[imeanforever]

"She was living here for a while but she moved out so as not to give the game away, but I have a place to leave notes for her. I can go put one down now and she'll be here in at most a few days and you can tell her your name and you'll be rid of me and the Queen and anybody else you've picked up as a master along the way."

[infinitely_stranger]

"That certainly sounds like the next step. And we have another hundred and forty days to decide on the step after that."

[imeanforever]

"Which might be almost enough time to come up with an exhaustive plan for three fairies to overthrow the Queen."

[infinitely_stranger]

"And if it isn't, well, I have a decent chance of pretending to still be appropriately vassalized for another ten years if I go back. I wouldn't want that to be the first resort, though."

[imeanforever]

"I do apologize for putting you on the spot there."

[infinitely_stranger]

"Under the circumstances, there wasn't really a better option."

[imeanforever]

"Yeah, even if I vacated my tree and moved you'd come looking for me, that was the deal."

[infinitely_stranger]

"Yes. And I certainly would have found you eventually. And you would have had a harder time feeding me dinner."

[imeanforever]

So Promise gets some paper and writes a little note - He's here, come back! - and flies out to where she leaves notes. She leaves the note.

She returns to her tree. "Hey, you can close gates other people made, right?"

[infinitely_stranger]

"Yes. Do you have a gate you want closed?"

[imeanforever]

"Two, but one of them I made myself. Secret's last master was unvassalizable and mortal. I didn't want to kill her and couldn't expect to keep her under control for long enough for you to arrive and I can't close her gate, so I made a gate facing the one she used to get here so she couldn't come back that goes to the middle of a mortal world ocean."

[infinitely_stranger]

"I can close those at some convenient time, then."