Ari Kaltenbaum (
bitterchill) wrote in
glowfic2015-06-16 05:21 pm
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no sense in sour grapes
Ari has been Yellow's vassal for a long time now. Enough sleeps to have been a few decades, maybe. He's gotten to know this world quite well in that time. He's almost fond of it; not as nice as Vancouver, maybe, but better than most of the Nevernever, and Yellow is better than most of the Sidhe. He's wormed his way into some very nice privileges, as well. (It helps that most of them are either innocuous or directly beneficial to Yellow himself, like learning sorcery or never wearing clothes again.)
Currently he's exercising one of those for a trip to the library for a book on harmonics. Or, rather, he's returning from it. With the book. It's a good book, lots of useful words about things.
Currently he's exercising one of those for a trip to the library for a book on harmonics. Or, rather, he's returning from it. With the book. It's a good book, lots of useful words about things.

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Somebody steps out of thin air, about ten feet in front of him.
She is about 6'1", and wearing a pretty blue sundress with short puffy sleeves and knee-high rainbow-striped socks. No shoes. It seems very plausible that she might be a mortal; it sure doesn't look like she's got room for a pair of wings under there, and fairies almost never come in this much tall.
She looks around with... dawning hope?... and then spots Ari, and immediately becomes slightly wary.
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"Hello. Who are you?" (One of his standing orders is to ask the identity of anyone plausibly mortal. It's shitty and he hates it, but, y'know, fairies.)
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"Cool."
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...If Ari were capable of whistling, he'd whistle innocently. "So... what kind of fairy are you? As I said, you're super tall."
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"Yeah." And then: "Can't talk much. Orders."
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"Would you like to have fewer orders?"
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She is allowed to be hand-fed, it turns out!
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