27 Lage 4385: Asking Mirhandrax
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delight_in_wtMost Primes are bipedal and don't run well on four legs. Well by numbers anyway if not so much by races: Khtsoyis don't run at all they float and Zi Ri are quadrapedal but they mostly fly and Sleeth are quadrapedal but they're all very rare. Herethroy have six limbs and can walk on two or four; they're pretty fast on four! Orren are quadrapedal in otterform but we mostly swim and not run in that shape. Anyways Gormorror are bipedal but at least this particular Gormorror moved pretty well on all fours. It took me a minute to catch up to him and I'm pretty fast myself! He tore around the corridors of the garden maze, roaring and pouncing while Wazey shrieked with glee and steered him by his ears. I don't think Mirhandrax heard me between his own roars and Wazey's squealing but after Mirhandrax knocked over a bench in one of his pounces, he stopped and that's when I got his attention.
"Wait wat!" I panted at him. "I have a favor to ask!" Normally I'd've asked it right then before he could run off again but I was having a hard time talking normally because I was trying to catch my breath.
Fortunately Mirhandrax didn't run off again. He stood up and righted the fallen bench and then looked over at me. "Little miss?"
"My name is Delight-in-Justice and I'm friends with Archonandi and he said you were an adventurer and I have this mission I need more people for and I heard you were a knight of Kvarse so I don't know maybe you have better things to do but well do you adventure at all? Wait you haven't taken a job as a nurse have you?"
Mirhandrax laughed. For a moment I thought he was shaking his head 'no' at me but then I realized he was only turning his head from side to side because Wazey was alternating which ear the cani boy was tugging on. Mirhandrax scooped Wazey off his shoulders with one big paw and then cradled the boy in the crook of Mirhandrax's arm, swinging Wazey about while the boy giggled more. "No, I don't have a job here, and no, I do not have the honor of being one of Goddess Kvarse's knights." Mirhandrax answered me. "I am only one of her humble servants. I have given the Great Lady my word that I would serve her cause for seven years, by helping any good person who asked, so long as it did not interfere with help I was already giving. Wazey's mother asked me to watch over her son until her return, and so am I doing."
I widened my eyes. Seven years's service to Kvarse is her standard price for a miracle, like resurrecting someone who's been dead too long to be saved by ordinary means. But " -- doesn't that usually mean heroing? I mean slaying monsters and protecting cities and stuff?"
"Is the city in danger?"
"... no?"
Mirhandrax tickled Wazey's stomach, and the Cani boy squirmed, trying to fend the Gormorror off with one uninjured hand and one furless burn-scarred hand. Now that I had a better look at the boy, I could tell the burn-scarring was old and it didn't seem to bother him. It kinda hurt to look at though. "Is not helping a boy and his mother a hero's work? Is it not a difficult, important task requiring dedication, courage and perseverance?"
"... no?"
The enormous Gormorror rumbled a laugh. "Maybe not as hard or heroic as cutting down a charging remorshka with a battle-axe. Still, there is not always a charging remorshka to be stopped. And I am only a simple bear, neither knight nor hero. I'll gladly fight monsters, Delight-in-Justice, but if there are no monsters to fight, then I am not so important that I cannot help a little boy's mother by watching her son." He butted his head against Wazey, and Wazey grabbed his whiskers.
"... so when is his mother supposed to get back?"
"I'm not sure -- "
From the direction of the Sanctuary, we heard a voice call out: "Mirhandrax! Wazey!"
" -- but around now, I think." Mirhandrax disentangled his whiskers from Wazey's grip and called "Hallo, Mrs. Lantien!" in answer to the voice. He started wending his way out of the garden maze.
I hurried along next to him. "Does that mean you're done helping her and Wazey for now so you could help someone else? Please?"
He gave me a sidelong look. "It does."
"Then will you help me? Please? I need a strong warrior to go on an adventure with me and Trust and Purrzhon so that I can pay my rent and you look strong enough for two or three warriors at least so will you help me? Please?"
Mirhandrax looked me up and down. "I am sworn to help any good person," he said, seriously. "Are you a good person, Delight-in-Justice?"
"... yes?"
The Gormorror smiled. "Then I will help you."
"Wait wat!" I panted at him. "I have a favor to ask!" Normally I'd've asked it right then before he could run off again but I was having a hard time talking normally because I was trying to catch my breath.
Fortunately Mirhandrax didn't run off again. He stood up and righted the fallen bench and then looked over at me. "Little miss?"
"My name is Delight-in-Justice and I'm friends with Archonandi and he said you were an adventurer and I have this mission I need more people for and I heard you were a knight of Kvarse so I don't know maybe you have better things to do but well do you adventure at all? Wait you haven't taken a job as a nurse have you?"
Mirhandrax laughed. For a moment I thought he was shaking his head 'no' at me but then I realized he was only turning his head from side to side because Wazey was alternating which ear the cani boy was tugging on. Mirhandrax scooped Wazey off his shoulders with one big paw and then cradled the boy in the crook of Mirhandrax's arm, swinging Wazey about while the boy giggled more. "No, I don't have a job here, and no, I do not have the honor of being one of Goddess Kvarse's knights." Mirhandrax answered me. "I am only one of her humble servants. I have given the Great Lady my word that I would serve her cause for seven years, by helping any good person who asked, so long as it did not interfere with help I was already giving. Wazey's mother asked me to watch over her son until her return, and so am I doing."
I widened my eyes. Seven years's service to Kvarse is her standard price for a miracle, like resurrecting someone who's been dead too long to be saved by ordinary means. But " -- doesn't that usually mean heroing? I mean slaying monsters and protecting cities and stuff?"
"Is the city in danger?"
"... no?"
Mirhandrax tickled Wazey's stomach, and the Cani boy squirmed, trying to fend the Gormorror off with one uninjured hand and one furless burn-scarred hand. Now that I had a better look at the boy, I could tell the burn-scarring was old and it didn't seem to bother him. It kinda hurt to look at though. "Is not helping a boy and his mother a hero's work? Is it not a difficult, important task requiring dedication, courage and perseverance?"
"... no?"
The enormous Gormorror rumbled a laugh. "Maybe not as hard or heroic as cutting down a charging remorshka with a battle-axe. Still, there is not always a charging remorshka to be stopped. And I am only a simple bear, neither knight nor hero. I'll gladly fight monsters, Delight-in-Justice, but if there are no monsters to fight, then I am not so important that I cannot help a little boy's mother by watching her son." He butted his head against Wazey, and Wazey grabbed his whiskers.
"... so when is his mother supposed to get back?"
"I'm not sure -- "
From the direction of the Sanctuary, we heard a voice call out: "Mirhandrax! Wazey!"
" -- but around now, I think." Mirhandrax disentangled his whiskers from Wazey's grip and called "Hallo, Mrs. Lantien!" in answer to the voice. He started wending his way out of the garden maze.
I hurried along next to him. "Does that mean you're done helping her and Wazey for now so you could help someone else? Please?"
He gave me a sidelong look. "It does."
"Then will you help me? Please? I need a strong warrior to go on an adventure with me and Trust and Purrzhon so that I can pay my rent and you look strong enough for two or three warriors at least so will you help me? Please?"
Mirhandrax looked me up and down. "I am sworn to help any good person," he said, seriously. "Are you a good person, Delight-in-Justice?"
"... yes?"
The Gormorror smiled. "Then I will help you."
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Date: 2010-07-27 09:58 pm (UTC)I'd hate to be a gormorror. Or maybe I'd just get used to being permanently disgraced.
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Date: 2010-08-04 12:39 pm (UTC)Then again I don't know what definition of 'good' he's using either.