Don't expect mercy from my government

[poll_the_stars]

One elf is starting to run out of time. The assassins plotting to kill her could show up any day now. She would really rather they didn't.

The irony doesn't escape her. She's still sending messages about her plans to sell off all of her lifespan and die to become a daeva with a lot of OTC currency. If she wanted, she could mint a ton of Ka, then let the assassins kill her. But the idea doesn't appeal. Some form of giving up, of letting them win. She's not often petty, but in this particular instance she thinks she'll indulge herself. Besides, it's not like they're the merciful type. She recalls Aisilian's perfect comprehensioned words. You were in quite a lot of pain...

No. No, she'll - not do that. She'll go spend a little while in Nexus.

She sends Miles a message.

So everything is packed and I have everything I need with me to flee my dimension before I get assassinated. Is now a good time?

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[thisvorlunatic]

Miles wants to try to explain... something here, possibly just the fact that Inavet is a person, but he doesn't have the first clue where to start. So he just sighs.

[lurkingkobold]

Sigh. Hug.

[poll_the_stars]

Inavet takes the time to calm down, a bit. She sits among unfamiliar trees and assures herself that there is no weird aura-warping kobold immediately nearby. She waits until she's reasonably certain she won't burst into tears again. Then, she washes her face with water from her canteen, picks herself up, and carefully makes her way back to the house.

As promised, she can locate her room. She does that, then goes and sits in it.

(She watches for aura-wobbles, and for kobolds.)

[lurkingkobold]

There are no aura-wobbles, and no kobold either unless she goes looking for Miles.

[poll_the_stars]

She's not going to go looking for Miles right now. She - would really just like to be left alone for a while.

Actually, she might miss the next meal time.

[lurkingkobold]

Well, in that case, there are in fact wobbles, from downstairs, when it is dinner time.

Then, a little later, there are wobbles in the hallway, approaching, and a knock on the door, and the wobbles retreat.

[poll_the_stars]

.... ?

Ina waits until the wobbles have retreated, then she opens the door.

[lurkingkobold]

On the floor by the door is a tray with a plate of food on it - apparently dinner is chicken with rice and carrots, tonight.

[poll_the_stars]

That.

Is surprising?

Very, very surprising.

But nice.

Inavet picks up the tray, checks the contents of it for poisons, and deems it clean. She debates whether or not to thank the kobold personally, and decides against it on grounds of not wanting to freak her out. Instead she sends Miles a planar message to tell a certain someone thank you.

[thisvorlunatic]

And thus: "Inavet says thank you."

[lurkingkobold]

...

Yeah, all right, fair enough. She nods a reasonably gracious acknowledgement.

[thisvorlunatic]

Kobold friend says you're welcome. Or, well, she nodded in a you're-welcomeish sort of way.

[poll_the_stars]

Ha. I'll take it. I mean, I'd say thank you myself, but I worry about freaking her out.

[thisvorlunatic]

Miles doesn't have so much MP that he's eager to hold long conversations by planar message. He doesn't reply.

He is slightly cheered up, though. Things seem to be maybe less terrible than they have recently been.

[lurkingkobold]

Less, anyway.

The kobold stays close to him for the rest of the evening, and goes to bed when he does - she may not need quite as much sleep, but she expects sleep to be hard to come by, this night.

She dozes, at least.

Come morning, Miles finds her sitting in the hallway outside the door to his room.

[thisvorlunatic]

He opens the door, beholds the kobold, and blinks.

"Um. Good morning."

[lurkingkobold]

"Hi. Breakfast?" She climbs to her feet.

[thisvorlunatic]

"Breakfast, what a great idea."

[lurkingkobold]

Down to the kitchen they can go, then.

How convenient, leftover breakfast food. She offers Miles a muffin and starts warming the pancakes.

[thisvorlunatic]

The muffin is good. It is a good muffin. An exemplar of muffinkind.

[poll_the_stars]

A certain elf pokes her head into the kitchen, attempting to look as nonthreatening as possible.

"Good morning," she says.

(She is a tad sleep deprived, but she's used to that sort of thing. It doesn't show.)

[thisvorlunatic]

"Good morning," says Miles. "Breakfast?"

[poll_the_stars]

"Sure." Pause. "If, uh." She glances at the kobold. "That's okay?"

The question seems more posed to the kobold than Miles.

[lurkingkobold]

The kobold freezes, for just a moment, when the elf's attention falls on her, but she plates a stack of pancakes and sets a small bowl of jelly beside them and sets it on the table for her.

[poll_the_stars]

"Thank you," says Inavet, bowing a little. Table-ward she goes. She does not ask about maple syrup, just carefully gets to eating pancakes. As nonthreateningly as possible.