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

[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?"

[in_tatters]

"You'd have to ask her!" says Adarin, unhelpfully.

[go_meta]

"What makes you think she could carry out the task, then?"

[in_tatters]

Adarin shrugs. "Mostly because I don't think I can."

[go_meta]

"Complementary sorts of skills?"

[in_tatters]

"That tends to be how it goes with us, yeah. It's convenient, actually."

[go_meta]

"Neat."

[in_tatters]

"Yeah. I mean, there are some exceptions, obviously. Neither of us can paint and both of us can feed ourselves, for example."

[go_meta]

"Aw, here I was imagining that one of you had mastered spoons and the other only forks and you had to feed each other depending on the course."

[in_tatters]

Adarin snorts with laughter. "That's - you're hilarious, that would be the funniest thing ever."

[go_meta]

"And one of you could manage knives - perhaps not the same one who did forks, so you'd have to cooperate to cut up meat."

[in_tatters]

"We'd have to do the dishes together, too, one of us has mastery of sponges and the other mastery of towels."