assault on a human subject could result in a type of coma, therefore these creatures are not regarded as a High Alert threat.
After this there was an addition with a faery signature, underlined three times: Stupid human. Mothkin are soul tappers. Coma=as good as dead unless a necromancer or shaman can rebuild the soul well enough that it can recharge itself in the old form. What is it with you people and this denial business anyway? Sometimes I wonder why we bother. Anyway, you're not likely to encounter many Mothkin in Otopia. They don't have the power to cross worlds unaided so just don't do anything stupid.
Stupider.
The file ended there.
I wonder what not doing anything stupid means in this context? Lila thought, hefting the pack in one hand and setting off for the roof with a light step, glad to leave the apartment behind.
g'wiffforgo the obvious rely andsaiy simjy that it means thatou shoufdnot
an yer,peoyfe who have theyower to aid-the % otn,Gn across. One m~yht suspect that
this is exact what has ha enedin Otopia.
So, to get rid of the moths I have to find out who sent them over and what their problem is?
One woufdassume. -But Fein y a faery matter 'doubt it wilfbe ,co simple. and
do not forget that the fey do not dabble in diplomacy asyou know it, whatever that
s6t6lackcat m ~ht bepretendiny. Any human coufdhave annoyed any faery and
got this result one way or another. Vlffyou interviewyour entire species
Well, it would have to be a big annoy, Lila said. Surely? And then she remembered the kinds of things that annoyed Poppy and Viridia and Sand, Zal's fey backing singers, and she sighed.
cite co, said Tath.
Lila had reached the roof and the landing deck where the sizable number of Sikarza vehicles were parked at her disposal. She nodded to the deck officer and tucked her pack neatly into a corner of his warm little cubby where it was safe. He was used to her leaving things with him and not taking any of his craft. Stretching out her shoulders and taking a deep breath, she strolled across the long flat top of the palazzo to the edge.
Thingamajig put his head out of her hair, "Where are we going?"
"I'm looking for Zal," she said. She initialized her jets, running through a little safety check to pass the time as she scanned the city. There were many possibilities for two demons out there but she was pretty sure she knew where Zal would have gone, whether or not Teazle was in a mood to follow.
She kicked off from the roof with a stamp of her right foot, not because it helped the jets any but because it felt good. Her arms swept back towards her sides as she let the Al and the propulsion power take care of her flight path. The warm breeze turned cold as it buffeted her face and whipped her hair around. She went up high, rolling and turning lazy circles, experimenting with moving her arms into different positions and seeing how they affected the flight. All the while she slowly moved closer to her target in the district of Muses and kept a little of her attention on radar, watching for signs of imminent attack. Her wedding had brought her a fresh list of duellists, no less than three hundred and forty-seven at the last count, and she had been crossing them off at a rate of four per day on average, excluding days spent entirely at home. She grinned at the sky as she swept a curve on her back, arms wide as a diver, and pretended she wasn't dallying, her blood starting to rise with the anticipation of a fight.
Sure enough, she had been airborne only a minute before she picked up signs of pursuit. Without thinking about it she began to change course, taking herself away from her planned route and out over the waters of the lagoon. The pursuit followed, lingering over the shoreline where the warehouses of the cargo district were squashed cheek by jowl to the water's edge. It was airborne but low and she almost lost it amid the masses of boats shuffling for position at the quays, thick as autumn leaves in a forest
After this there was an addition with a faery signature, underlined three times: Stupid human. Mothkin are soul tappers. Coma=as good as dead unless a necromancer or shaman can rebuild the soul well enough that it can recharge itself in the old form. What is it with you people and this denial business anyway? Sometimes I wonder why we bother. Anyway, you're not likely to encounter many Mothkin in Otopia. They don't have the power to cross worlds unaided so just don't do anything stupid.
Stupider.
The file ended there.
I wonder what not doing anything stupid means in this context? Lila thought, hefting the pack in one hand and setting off for the roof with a light step, glad to leave the apartment behind.
g'wiffforgo the obvious rely andsaiy simjy that it means thatou shoufdnot
an yer,peoyfe who have theyower to aid-the % otn,Gn across. One m~yht suspect that
this is exact what has ha enedin Otopia.
So, to get rid of the moths I have to find out who sent them over and what their problem is?
One woufdassume. -But Fein y a faery matter 'doubt it wilfbe ,co simple. and
do not forget that the fey do not dabble in diplomacy asyou know it, whatever that
s6t6lackcat m ~ht bepretendiny. Any human coufdhave annoyed any faery and
got this result one way or another. Vlffyou interviewyour entire species
Well, it would have to be a big annoy, Lila said. Surely? And then she remembered the kinds of things that annoyed Poppy and Viridia and Sand, Zal's fey backing singers, and she sighed.
cite co, said Tath.
Lila had reached the roof and the landing deck where the sizable number of Sikarza vehicles were parked at her disposal. She nodded to the deck officer and tucked her pack neatly into a corner of his warm little cubby where it was safe. He was used to her leaving things with him and not taking any of his craft. Stretching out her shoulders and taking a deep breath, she strolled across the long flat top of the palazzo to the edge.
Thingamajig put his head out of her hair, "Where are we going?"
"I'm looking for Zal," she said. She initialized her jets, running through a little safety check to pass the time as she scanned the city. There were many possibilities for two demons out there but she was pretty sure she knew where Zal would have gone, whether or not Teazle was in a mood to follow.
She kicked off from the roof with a stamp of her right foot, not because it helped the jets any but because it felt good. Her arms swept back towards her sides as she let the Al and the propulsion power take care of her flight path. The warm breeze turned cold as it buffeted her face and whipped her hair around. She went up high, rolling and turning lazy circles, experimenting with moving her arms into different positions and seeing how they affected the flight. All the while she slowly moved closer to her target in the district of Muses and kept a little of her attention on radar, watching for signs of imminent attack. Her wedding had brought her a fresh list of duellists, no less than three hundred and forty-seven at the last count, and she had been crossing them off at a rate of four per day on average, excluding days spent entirely at home. She grinned at the sky as she swept a curve on her back, arms wide as a diver, and pretended she wasn't dallying, her blood starting to rise with the anticipation of a fight.
Sure enough, she had been airborne only a minute before she picked up signs of pursuit. Without thinking about it she began to change course, taking herself away from her planned route and out over the waters of the lagoon. The pursuit followed, lingering over the shoreline where the warehouses of the cargo district were squashed cheek by jowl to the water's edge. It was airborne but low and she almost lost it amid the masses of boats shuffling for position at the quays, thick as autumn leaves in a forest
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