Post by Mahandronis on Aug 13, 2005 21:46:50 GMT -5
Oness sized up the city from a distance, glaring down over the top of her sunglasses. She quickly pushed them back up onto her nose as a fresh gust of wind blue reddish dirt in her face. Carefully brushing off her black cloak with her two exposed arms and wiggling her antennae in irritation, she spoke to someone behind her.
"Tserugi! Are you sure this is it?"
The shapeshifter slid up behind her, stretching himself until he was about four feet high.
<Did you write the book right?"
"Of course. Did you make the crystal right?"
<Naturally.>
Oness glanced down at the book under her right arm, and the chain she held with a crystal on the end. The book had a picture of a small circle with three lines extending from it, and had the word "FYIA" written in fancy script below it.
"Then this is Fyia. It'll be interesting to see another world we didn't make, nya?"
<Indeed. Shall we size up the locals?>
Oness put the book and crystal in their box, which she in turn placed in her bag. Beneath her cloak, her wings fluttered impatiently, causing her clothes to ripple comically.
"Yes. Primary studies say . . . ?"
<There is enough variation in Fyia's inhabitants that they should not mind our presence.>
"Then away we go."
************
About fourty-five minutes later, Oness slid into a seat at the bar, with Tserugi gliding up next to it.
"One round of your cheapest, please."
<Make it two.>
If the bartender was taken aback by his patrons' antennae and telepathy, respectively, he didn't show it. Instead, he placed two mugs upon the counter, asking about payment.
"You two together?"
Oness slid a couple of round stones onto the counter.
"Will these do?"
The stone was Seraphite, which, while quite common where Oness and Tserugi came from, was not something normally seen elsewhere.
" . . . I suppose."
The barkeep pocketed them, wondering how much it would go for at a pawn shop. Far more than two drinks was worth, of that he was sure.
Having downed her drink, Oness spun around and inquired of the tavern in general,
"Heya! Somebody wanna tell me where I am?"
"Tserugi! Are you sure this is it?"
The shapeshifter slid up behind her, stretching himself until he was about four feet high.
<Did you write the book right?"
"Of course. Did you make the crystal right?"
<Naturally.>
Oness glanced down at the book under her right arm, and the chain she held with a crystal on the end. The book had a picture of a small circle with three lines extending from it, and had the word "FYIA" written in fancy script below it.
"Then this is Fyia. It'll be interesting to see another world we didn't make, nya?"
<Indeed. Shall we size up the locals?>
Oness put the book and crystal in their box, which she in turn placed in her bag. Beneath her cloak, her wings fluttered impatiently, causing her clothes to ripple comically.
"Yes. Primary studies say . . . ?"
<There is enough variation in Fyia's inhabitants that they should not mind our presence.>
"Then away we go."
************
About fourty-five minutes later, Oness slid into a seat at the bar, with Tserugi gliding up next to it.
"One round of your cheapest, please."
<Make it two.>
If the bartender was taken aback by his patrons' antennae and telepathy, respectively, he didn't show it. Instead, he placed two mugs upon the counter, asking about payment.
"You two together?"
Oness slid a couple of round stones onto the counter.
"Will these do?"
The stone was Seraphite, which, while quite common where Oness and Tserugi came from, was not something normally seen elsewhere.
" . . . I suppose."
The barkeep pocketed them, wondering how much it would go for at a pawn shop. Far more than two drinks was worth, of that he was sure.
Having downed her drink, Oness spun around and inquired of the tavern in general,
"Heya! Somebody wanna tell me where I am?"