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This time Sasfsets had enough forewarning to dress well enough to fight a god.
She'd been chatting with her princess, in her boat, over drinks, when the fetradden hired labor came hoof-clomping down into her sanctuary, shouting this-and-that about an auroral beast walking right up out of the ocean and demanding to talk to the person in charge.
Sasfsets had been expecting something like this, eventually. Not this early. But she'd been expecting something like this, and she'd already had her outfit picked out. She clambered up the miserable rock hill, the shattered dead earth that made up this entire portion of the island, hopping her way towards the burning figure standing silhouetted against the void.
It wasn't even a proper god. Only slightly bigger than her! She might even be overdressed. That was a lie, you could never overdress.
"You could have stayed near to my boat," Sasfsets called out, as she got close enough that her fur stood up in the static charge of the beast's ambient energy. "Instead of making me climb all this way."
"This is the spot for it," the beast said, and its voice was the strained whine of the air breaking and snapping in auroral shocks.
"Of course it is," Sasfsets agreed. "You wanted to talk? I was already in the middle of talking when you interrupted me. It was better talk, too, and I had to put it aside for yours, which is the one concession I'm granting you in this negotiation, so congratulations on gaining it so early! You've done it! Can I go back now."
"I am here to negotiate for your use of this island," the beast said, through the burning of the air.
"For which court."
The beast stared at her a long, bothersome moment.
"Which court are you here from," Sasfsets repeated.
"Seven Squares in Six Circles."
This wasn't even anything to do with Radiant and Glorious 11 Meditations of Fecundity! Sasfsets wasn't sure if she was relieved or annoyed at not getting an excuse to kill that overwrought bird. "You'll forgive me for not being impressed by your lineage. I'm sure the bumblefucks were terrified to see you come walking up out of the drink, but you can see, I am sure, that this is not my first engagement with the Ocean."
The beast was still staring at her, inscrutable and severe and to anyone but Sasfsets ominous, dreadful, yes, and to Sasfsets, completely underwhelming, somewhat disappointing.
"What even are you? A four?" she asked.
"I was not made aware of your presence here, Beast-Ascendant-in-Violet," the beast said, finally.
"I bet you had a good long look as I walked all the way up here though. Plenty of time to think of the consequences of it too! I'll give you two customs and a rite. Small ones. Nothing that interferes with our profits."
"That is agreeable," the beast said. "This island will be recognized as yours--"
"No, nuh-uh, this is Flagmark's island. I'm making zero claims by color on this place. I'm out of here as soon as my family lets me. Trust me, if I was going to make a landclaim under crown it'd be a far nicer shot than this. Alcohol-ready plants on site. Big fruit. Massive, just massive fruit. Better livestock too."
"I remember being mortal," the beast said. "I was once like you--"
Sasfsets clapped her jaw shut to interrupt it. "Two problems with that which you so flagrantly missed. One, you're assuming I have any plans of sipping the Ocean again. Two, if I do, you and I both know what I'm becoming, and the comparison between what-I-will-be and what-you-are is big enough that you don't even have a head on me as you are now. Two customs, one rite, Flagmark's island, back into the Ocean with you."
"Your will be done, Princess of Lusts."
This time Sasfsets had enough forewarning to dress well enough to fight a god.
She'd been chatting with her princess, in her boat, over drinks, when the fetradden hired labor came hoof-clomping down into her sanctuary, shouting this-and-that about an auroral beast walking right up out of the ocean and demanding to talk to the person in charge.
Sasfsets had been expecting something like this, eventually. Not this early. But she'd been expecting something like this, and she'd already had her outfit picked out. She clambered up the miserable rock hill, the shattered dead earth that made up this entire portion of the island, hopping her way towards the burning figure standing silhouetted against the void.
It wasn't even a proper god. Only slightly bigger than her! She might even be overdressed. That was a lie, you could never overdress.
"You could have stayed near to my boat," Sasfsets called out, as she got close enough that her fur stood up in the static charge of the beast's ambient energy. "Instead of making me climb all this way."
"This is the spot for it," the beast said, and its voice was the strained whine of the air breaking and snapping in auroral shocks.
"Of course it is," Sasfsets agreed. "You wanted to talk? I was already in the middle of talking when you interrupted me. It was better talk, too, and I had to put it aside for yours, which is the one concession I'm granting you in this negotiation, so congratulations on gaining it so early! You've done it! Can I go back now."
"I am here to negotiate for your use of this island," the beast said, through the burning of the air.
"For which court."
The beast stared at her a long, bothersome moment.
"Which court are you here from," Sasfsets repeated.
"Seven Squares in Six Circles."
This wasn't even anything to do with Radiant and Glorious 11 Meditations of Fecundity! Sasfsets wasn't sure if she was relieved or annoyed at not getting an excuse to kill that overwrought bird. "You'll forgive me for not being impressed by your lineage. I'm sure the bumblefucks were terrified to see you come walking up out of the drink, but you can see, I am sure, that this is not my first engagement with the Ocean."
The beast was still staring at her, inscrutable and severe and to anyone but Sasfsets ominous, dreadful, yes, and to Sasfsets, completely underwhelming, somewhat disappointing.
"What even are you? A four?" she asked.
"I was not made aware of your presence here, Beast-Ascendant-in-Violet," the beast said, finally.
"I bet you had a good long look as I walked all the way up here though. Plenty of time to think of the consequences of it too! I'll give you two customs and a rite. Small ones. Nothing that interferes with our profits."
"That is agreeable," the beast said. "This island will be recognized as yours--"
"No, nuh-uh, this is Flagmark's island. I'm making zero claims by color on this place. I'm out of here as soon as my family lets me. Trust me, if I was going to make a landclaim under crown it'd be a far nicer shot than this. Alcohol-ready plants on site. Big fruit. Massive, just massive fruit. Better livestock too."
"I remember being mortal," the beast said. "I was once like you--"
Sasfsets clapped her jaw shut to interrupt it. "Two problems with that which you so flagrantly missed. One, you're assuming I have any plans of sipping the Ocean again. Two, if I do, you and I both know what I'm becoming, and the comparison between what-I-will-be and what-you-are is big enough that you don't even have a head on me as you are now. Two customs, one rite, Flagmark's island, back into the Ocean with you."
"Your will be done, Princess of Lusts."
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she's a superlative-class drinker, which is a semi-vetted qualification that you can apply to people who do a magic
if she drinks a single drink more of the ocean she's going to start hitting auroral beast mode hard, and being a drinker as far along as she is comes with a compulsion to drink the ocean that uses your own thoughts to justify it so it isn't like even an intrusive thought it just makes SENSE
but she's very GOOD at drinking so she's able to identify and ignore those parts of her that say how much easier things would be if she was even MORE powerful, but
but
if she drinks a single drink more of the ocean she's going to start hitting auroral beast mode hard, and being a drinker as far along as she is comes with a compulsion to drink the ocean that uses your own thoughts to justify it so it isn't like even an intrusive thought it just makes SENSE
but she's very GOOD at drinking so she's able to identify and ignore those parts of her that say how much easier things would be if she was even MORE powerful, but
but
drinking tends to give people inflated senses of self-importance and power, which leads to reckless behavior like hers in general, too
sasfsets is aware of it, has claimed it, made it her own
but that's also a very good observation!
being a wild indulgent thing is probably a good outlet to keep from falling into THAT impulse
sasfsets is aware of it, has claimed it, made it her own
but that's also a very good observation!
being a wild indulgent thing is probably a good outlet to keep from falling into THAT impulse
Lol I don’t know what I did to hide the comment (might have been my phone jostling in my pocket) but to anyone wondering I was talking about how sasfsets restraint contrasts against her recklessness in Almost every other aspect of her daily life and how they were correlated.
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