Wayfairer Report (yesterday is VICTOLY/today: god knows.)
I didn't get to the bar until nearly twenty minutes later. It was a mostly-unavoidable delay--most people prefer technological means of transport, which means in turn that the Sector Lords regulate them heavily. Had this been an emergency, I would have been granted a shot at using one, but as this was a polite request for conversation and not in the least urgently worded, I was to proceed in all decorous haste. And so as I set out in as brisk a pace as I could manage without straining myself overmuch. I now think it silly that I spent so much time worrying about the way the world viewed me--but as I have said, this is what concerned me in those times. I arrived daisy-fresh and bright at the door of the bar (whose name, I do not recall nor have any reason to look up.) There, in the back was a table far enough away from the bar and the flow of traffic to be isolated, but close enough to the counter to be in good place for obtaining drinks that appeared to have a great hubbub and clamor about it. It seems, in my absence, the Sector Lordling had grown bolder, trying to directly touch the Mask Weaver's skin. Such contact was indeed, bold, for a Weaver's skin was in some ways much more easily pierced then our own layers, more durable then a normal thick wool but in some ways not by much, it being the part and whole of a Weaver's physical being. Moreover, the skin of a Mask Weaver carried a high price on the dark shift trade--for clothing made of it had wondrous and mythical properties indeed, as found out by some unscrupulous bandits in the first few years that they ventured out. They provided a kind of physical protection that few substances could surpass for the weight of a fine wool. Moreover, they took enchantments perilously well, and were likely to act in all sorts of beneficial ways twords the wearer. The corpse of a Mask Weaver was a rare thing indeed--for it to be made vacant willingly was by far rarer-- and more importantly, mostly done in such ways that were illegal on all Sectors and most trade words after the first few incidents.
So, to see this brat pressed up against a Weaver and brandishing around his family's heirloom dirk, was to say the least, a shock, and the signal of a entirely wild dark shift, to say the least. I was, by now a somewhat experienced minor diplomat, for the largest call of my almost wholly archaic set of skills were the Sector Lords and Lordlings and having to tell the brat, diplomatically speaking, in a way to lessen the offense to both parties to go get his daddy to pay for it all...was somewhat astounding, to say the least. Not sure where to begin, I opened my mouth as the little brat actually said brightly, "You know, I think this could split you right up."
Was he trying to make this any more difficult?
BONUS ROUND: Crappy oeakai picture I did at midnight to celebrate the fact that I actually managed to hit 1600 in a day before midnight! I r lame. Also: I've noticed that I tend to play around with masks, in writing a lot. I don't think of them in terms of myself much. It is so very incredibly weird.
So, to see this brat pressed up against a Weaver and brandishing around his family's heirloom dirk, was to say the least, a shock, and the signal of a entirely wild dark shift, to say the least. I was, by now a somewhat experienced minor diplomat, for the largest call of my almost wholly archaic set of skills were the Sector Lords and Lordlings and having to tell the brat, diplomatically speaking, in a way to lessen the offense to both parties to go get his daddy to pay for it all...was somewhat astounding, to say the least. Not sure where to begin, I opened my mouth as the little brat actually said brightly, "You know, I think this could split you right up."
Was he trying to make this any more difficult?
BONUS ROUND: Crappy oeakai picture I did at midnight to celebrate the fact that I actually managed to hit 1600 in a day before midnight! I r lame. Also: I've noticed that I tend to play around with masks, in writing a lot. I don't think of them in terms of myself much. It is so very incredibly weird.