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glowfic2015-10-26 09:20 am
That wasn't supposed to happen
The parameters are recalibrated, the dial is spun, and a new universe is selected.
It won't be home--they haven't collected anywhere near enough coordinate data to think they can find home yet--but it will be another step closer.
And who knows, it might be interesting.
Edie steps through the portal first.
It won't be home--they haven't collected anywhere near enough coordinate data to think they can find home yet--but it will be another step closer.
And who knows, it might be interesting.
Edie steps through the portal first.

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"I wouldn't be this casual doing this to even animals with minds, in case you were wondering."
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After this there is something of a dry spell. Well, dry of wyverns. The supply of harpies seems inexhaustible.
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"Ten Souls of Flight from that one," Sivath reports after scavenging its remains. Then they are attacked by harpies again.
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It's very large, and made of dark purplish-blue stone that sparkles slightly in the sunlight, and sort of castle-like in an extremely square and symmetrical way.
"That's my latest house," says Sivath. "I think I have Butterfly Dust in there somewhere, and there are places where I can make wings out of these Souls of Flight."
He glides down and lands on a balcony and opens the door and goes inside.
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She lands on the balcony and follows him inside.
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The interior is even nicer. There are chandeliers. Nearly everything is made of that lovely stone.
In the room he leads her to, there are things not made of lovely stone - things that look like the table and desk he brought out to make armour, among others. He retrieves something from a storage chest and sits down at a crafting station, and shortly he has two pairs of miniaturized wings - the pink-and-purple Butterfly Wings and the blue-and-brown Harpy Wings.
"I have the rest of my dyes here, too, so if the colours aren't good they can be changed," he says.
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Pause.
"Okay, no, Edie wants to know if you can dye only the brown part of the bird wings."
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Inexplicably, the liquid in some of the vials is multicoloured: one is split blue and black, another split blue and silver, another bears a gradient of several shades of blue, another bears a brighter version of the same gradient. The last two are just plain blue and brighter plain blue.
"These are all the kinds of blue I have. If you hold a dye and a pair of wings at the same time you should be able to sort of... see what the wings would look like with it on."
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"Can you think of anything else we might want to get while I'm here? Oh, right, I wanted to get my extra heart candies." He goes to yet another storage chest.
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He retrieves a miniature red heart-shaped thing.
"If you eat heart candies, you get healthier and harder to hurt and I think maybe you don't need to eat or sleep as much, but I'm not sure about that part. The most one person can usefully have is fifteen - any more than that doesn't have a permanent effect, it just heals you a little bit if you were injured right then - and I have sixteen of them right now. Do you and your sister want them?"
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There are many many tiny bricks of metal in that chest.
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Emily will take some iron and somewhat lesser amounts of copper and tin and gold and silver and platinum.
"What's that one?"
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