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Queen Calling Dust
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>Can you make her [...] persuasive, and more attractive?
I could make her a zebra, yes.
>could you take on an apprentice?
I'd rather not. Mages are notoriously bad at getting along.
>We don't need a scout, we need a guide and a diplomat.
And what I have is a nearly pubescent dirt-farmer. One that is currently terrified. Here, I'll talk to her.
"Diyil" - there, I even used her name - "pretend I am a satrap of the Akkayid Empire, surrounded by my noble wazirs and attendants and assorted eunuch bodyguards. You have been called upon to deliver a declaration of war to this court. Also, his seneschal is chewing on a raw clove of garlic. How do you comport yourself?"
The girl tears her eyes from the spectacle and stares at me in surprise for a moment. "I- I would bow?" She blinks. "An oral message?"
She did a little better than expected, and can at least think on her feet. In a few years, or perhaps a few decades, she would fit the job well. However, is this what you really want to pin your hopes on right now, spirit? "No," I reply. "A herald of an magus does not bow to a terrestrial power. And such messages are traditionally delivered on a scroll of dragonskin."
"But dragons don't..." she stops.
"Exist? Not many, no. I've only met one." Her eyes grow even wider.
>flight
>mount
>ask
All right, fine. "Tell me, girl. Have you ever dreamed of becoming something new? Better? Faster? Stronger? I could make you swifter than the wind. Do you envy the birds? I could give you flight." I'll focus on those options. "You heard the tales, and yet you came to me anyway. You can be powerful, exotic." Diyil trembles slightly as I make my speech. "This is not an offer I make often, but the choice is yours in exchange for your vow. What do you secretly wish to be?"
Diyil looks away. "I need some time to think."
Perhaps you'd like to spend some time with her later, while I work?
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