random pointless swirls

[sturdycoldsteel]

The shaper known as Steel is flying down the right side of a road, shoring up the edges of the bluestream that lets her lift herself off the ground as she goes. Sure, she'll be a bit clumsy and weak when she gets to Opri, but she's not planning on doing much more stream-shaping today, so might as well.

She glances at the bluestream (the magical vision blinds her physical vision for a short moment, but not long enough to crash into anything) and determines that this next crossroads is where she needs to turn. She tilts to the right...

...And lands on a patch of orange grass in a forest clearing. This is not the town of Opri. She opens her eyes and ears to the bluestream, trying to figure out what the hell is going on.

The bluestream here isn't a nice, orderly, useful pattern like on the roads, or the formless fog that it usually decays to after a while. Instead it's a riot of random patterns swirling around, wispy and confused and obviously not designed to do anything useful.

Steel, deaf and blind for a few seconds thanks to her peek at the bluestream, stands very still and is very confused.

Comments

[sturdycoldsteel]

She makes her hidden room and shapes the harmonics of it correctly and considers locations.

"The bottom of the Marv Canyon's river valley, just north of a sharp bend that splits it into two rivers and just south of the Glass Bridge, which is a hundred miles north of an ocean and surrounded by almost perfectly flat plains, except that the east side of the canyon is about a thousand feet higher than the west. Do you need more specificity?"

[imeanforever]

"That should do it - if I understand you correctly, that was quite a sentence, do you maybe want to draw me a map?"

[sturdycoldsteel]

"That's probably a good idea."

She draws a map, notes all significant nearby geography, and marks a certain spot.

[imeanforever]

"All right. Do you want me to leave it open or close it for a while once you've gone? Is there anything you want to do beforehand?"

[sturdycoldsteel]

"I've got all my stuff, you've got your books back, I can send up a flare and pretend to have been lost in the canyon for two weeks. The old food wrappers will help with that story. And - you should probably close it for a week or so. I'll be back around then. It shouldn't be hard for you to get in and out of here, but please move the camouflage back over the entrance when you leave."

[imeanforever]

"Right. Off we go then."

And Promise makes a gate.

[sturdycoldsteel]

"See ya later." Steel steps through.

[imeanforever]

And Promise shuts the gate, neatens up the camouflage, and goes home.

Until a week later.

[sturdycoldsteel]

Steel does in fact buy a gigantic copper globe. She transmutes it to gold, corrodes it a little, and pretends to have found it in an ancient temple in the desert. Her newly cheated wealth is enough to bribe the appropriate officials into giving her permission to build a small house in the middle of that canyon. The spot she chooses just happens to be very nearby the gate, which is in a building pretending to be a storehouse.

She practices sorcery for hours a day, intent on exactly one thing: Lowering her weight to the point where she can use bluestream's method of flight to move like an arrow in any kind of harmonics. When she gets to the point where she can do it reliably, she commissions an elaborate pair of semi-metallic butterfly wings that will pretend to carry her but not actually support her weight.

Finally, she gets the necessary books on stone circles and studies up. By this time almost three months have passed. She steps back through the portal and goes to visit Promise.

[imeanforever]

Promise is out foraging when she arrives.

[sturdycoldsteel]

She listens for life-forms, finds where Promise is, and goes there. "Hello again, Promise! It took a bit of an adventure and some weird political nonsense, but I got my hands on the books I need to make you a stone circle."

[imeanforever]

"Hi! That's good news. That stone you mentioned, you have some of that?"

[sturdycoldsteel]

"Unfortunately not, at least not yet. It comes from a certain quarry hundreds of miles away on my end and buying or trying to steal some would be too suspicious. I'm hoping I can find something close enough here and transmute it."

[imeanforever]

"Okay. Well, there are rocks around."

[sturdycoldsteel]

"I'll have to wander around and investigate some rocks, find one that's already close. You're better at sorcery than me, if I give you the books maybe you can get it easier. By the way, I decided to pretend to be a fairy. I'll be doing magic anyway, better to pretend to be a fairy sorcerer than a fascinating mortal-with-magic. Do I look fairlylike enough?" She spins around, the dozens of pockets on her pants and coat-with-wing-holes rustling like paper.

[imeanforever]

"You don't look like a mortal, anyway. Fairies might want to know what kind you are."

[sturdycoldsteel]

"Should I make something up? Do fairies all know what kind they are?"

[imeanforever]

"As far as I know, yes. When I started I knew I was a leaflet."

[sturdycoldsteel]

Hmm. The wings are metallic. "What if I claimed I was an ironwing? Is there already a kind like that?"

[imeanforever]

"Not that I've heard of but I don't know all the kinds. It's a plausible name, anyway."

[sturdycoldsteel]

"I'll go look at some rocks, then. I'll probably want to explore a little, if rock from this forest is no good, rock from another part of the forest is probably also no good. Don't worry if I'm gone for a while - I've gotten pretty good at combining bluestream stuff and basic sorcery, and I've got like a month's worth of food in these clothes."

[imeanforever]

"Okay. Make sure your food's stashed carefully, though, someone could sneak something into it while you sleep."

[sturdycoldsteel]

"Sealed packages all. If it's got a hole in it, I won't touch it, and I can tell if they sorcered it from the eddies' aftereffects."

[imeanforever]

"Sounds good. And - probably better to leave a fairy's territory if asked rather than get into an attention-getting sorcerous fight. You don't want the Queen's attention."

[sturdycoldsteel]

"If I'm on someone's turf and they want me off, of course I'll leave. Who's the Queen?"