Same people.
Different idiots.
A living scrapbook
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Arrowyy began by urging the Skyborne toward greater blueness, in language I decline to preserve for the dignity of the binding. Blaedy sensibly observed that insufficiently blue elves become merely other elves, which seemed to satisfy him.
A stranger then skinned Arrowyy’s fresh kill at his feet. He displayed the evidence: a ruined pelt, a flirtation with Newt Drood, and Yakisoba Yakuza issuing orders in an elf tongue. Civilization remains an ambitious project.
The true affair was Arrowyy learning a hand-held arrangement of levers and buttons. He explained its layered workings with missionary patience while Blaedy asked the useful questions: could he finish tasks, could he arrange his spells, and did the place look good? It did. Autumn village, great tree-houses, then a snowy sunset. The spellbook repeatedly disgraced itself, but Arrowyy had it working again before it could claim victory.