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OOM: A visitor in the forge
Feb. 1st, 2008 10:47 pmTeja is working on a slim dagger, with the vague intention of giving that as a gift to somebody, when the purple godling walks in.
"What do you want?" Teja asks, neutrally; while the creature is disconcerting on account of his divinity, his sorcery, and of being a lover of men, Teja has since met others that are these things, also, and objects less to them -- the first such nithing is always the most disconcerting.
"You're really going to restore the greenhouse with those girls, are you?" the visitor asks, sitting down on a stool near the window, and teasing the spines of the cactus Yrael had given to Teja.
"That stings," Teja says; he has no wish of finding out whether the godling bleeds purple ichor.
"I know," the godling says, in a tone of voice as if he was barely suppressing the urge to add, 'stupid!' "It's a cactus! They weren't invented yesterday. It fits you very well."
"They did not exist in my lands, in my time," Teja protests.
Pause.
( Ancient Milliways History )
"What do you want?" Teja asks, neutrally; while the creature is disconcerting on account of his divinity, his sorcery, and of being a lover of men, Teja has since met others that are these things, also, and objects less to them -- the first such nithing is always the most disconcerting.
"You're really going to restore the greenhouse with those girls, are you?" the visitor asks, sitting down on a stool near the window, and teasing the spines of the cactus Yrael had given to Teja.
"That stings," Teja says; he has no wish of finding out whether the godling bleeds purple ichor.
"I know," the godling says, in a tone of voice as if he was barely suppressing the urge to add, 'stupid!' "It's a cactus! They weren't invented yesterday. It fits you very well."
"They did not exist in my lands, in my time," Teja protests.
Pause.
( Ancient Milliways History )