Morgaine and the shabti
Sep. 22nd, 2008 07:56 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
snugglekittyIn the first part I was racing around in this tomb, looking for secret knowledge. SR was there but he was relatively clueless, whereas I had the sword and dagger of Morgaine. Both were hilted in a translucent purple stuff that was stronger than it looked. The dagger hilt was in a flower shape, the sword hilt was abstract. The tomb was full of books.
Eventually I found what I needed and escaped past a turbaned orisha who was smoking a cigar. She could have stopped me but didn't.
Then I was the shabti who I (as the adventurer) had resurrected using what I found out in the tomb. We were in Egypt. I was fairly independent and knew a bunch of magic, including a spell that had taught me English and some things I needed to know about modern life. We decided that I could be hidden well as a tour guide talking about ancient Egypt, or as someone advertising ancient Egyptian makeup techniques - hidden in plain sight, in other words. Though I was warned not to make the folds on my kilt too perfect, because no one knows how to do that anymore.
Actually, I'm kind of amazed that I got any sleep at all. No more caffeine for you, LadyA. (It made sense to test it, since I've been drinking kombucha every day. But clearly any amount of black tea is too much.) But I am more grateful for my cats when I have insomnia than at any other time. Even Pretzel, the hooligan, laid next to me quietly with purrs and nuzzling.
Eventually I found what I needed and escaped past a turbaned orisha who was smoking a cigar. She could have stopped me but didn't.
Then I was the shabti who I (as the adventurer) had resurrected using what I found out in the tomb. We were in Egypt. I was fairly independent and knew a bunch of magic, including a spell that had taught me English and some things I needed to know about modern life. We decided that I could be hidden well as a tour guide talking about ancient Egypt, or as someone advertising ancient Egyptian makeup techniques - hidden in plain sight, in other words. Though I was warned not to make the folds on my kilt too perfect, because no one knows how to do that anymore.
Actually, I'm kind of amazed that I got any sleep at all. No more caffeine for you, LadyA. (It made sense to test it, since I've been drinking kombucha every day. But clearly any amount of black tea is too much.) But I am more grateful for my cats when I have insomnia than at any other time. Even Pretzel, the hooligan, laid next to me quietly with purrs and nuzzling.