platinum and diamond

[go_meta]

They get to Casasha. Shara gets her cream puff and her fruit. Strangers incline their heads to her and call her "pennon"; a few recognize her personally or just know that there aren't any other Swanpennons her age and call her "princess". Casasha is pretty densely populated - there's farmland in parts of it, but the place the wilds spit them out in isn't it; it's a largish city by the source of the river they've been following, and after they spend a night in an inn there - and their horses are more thoroughly seen to than is possible on the trail - they'll be proceeding on a well-trafficked highway to the royal household.

Comments

[go_meta]

"The power of what? Me and Kayam saved you with raveling and a flashball and a knife."

[in_tatters]

"You tried talking about it first; the flashball, raveling, and knife were in self defense after that failed."

[go_meta]

"Yeah, fair."

[in_tatters]

"So, obviously the adventures would involve you trying to talk about it, the villains not agreeing, and then you have to win through violence."

[go_meta]

"I'm actually terrible at violence, personally. Until I was eight I was the clumsiest little girl of all time, and then my parents found me a chronic-healer and now I'm not nearly that bad but anything really complicated is still not going to happen. So Kayam fills in."

[in_tatters]

"Okay, you need Kayam's help to win through violence. She'll be your sidekick."

[go_meta]

"We prefer to call her my friend rather than my sidekick."

[in_tatters]

"You are being extremely unhelpful with my floundering not-an-author starting attempts, you realize."

[go_meta]

"Oh no. How terrible of me. The crown will not be impressed."

[in_tatters]

"Obviously there is only one way to solve this." He pauses dramatically. "I must never write again."

[go_meta]

"Again?"

[in_tatters]

".... Well. Okay, not again. I must never start writing a novel, though."

[go_meta]

"Aww."

[in_tatters]

"I am entirely free to tell your story in interpretive dance, though." Another pause. "I will not tell your story in interpretive dance."

[go_meta]

"You won't? But it'd be so funny."

[in_tatters]

"It would, I agree! But it would be a recipe for disaster, no good would come of it. I would make a fool of myself, and then where would I be?"

[go_meta]

"Hilarious?"

[in_tatters]

"A recipe for a hilarious disaster, then."

[go_meta]

"Aw. It'd be cute."

[in_tatters]

"Thanks," he laughs. "But I don't know how to do interpretive dance, either."

[go_meta]

"Then how are you planning to recount the story for fascinated audiences, I ask you."

[in_tatters]

Adarin snickers. "I'll get my sister to do it."

[go_meta]

"Is she any good at interpretive dance?"

[in_tatters]

"Nope!"

[go_meta]

"Then what's she going to do?"