I'm Feeling Loved
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tanarillAnd this is a good thing, because I have chronically low self-esteem. I know I'm good academically but less good people wise, and I tend to blow things out of proportion in my head. I know that this is a mental thing. I know that I am loved. But telling meself does not help much.
Nearly nine hours of ASRP munchat, on the other hand, does wonders for my frame of mind.
Anyway, things to understand this one:
Heres Tanarill is a witch in the Discworld style of witches. This is because while she was in the Shattering Maze, the Walkers' version of boot camp, she was batshit for a really long time and the only people who could stand to be around her until she got it under control were these strong minded women who also happened to be witches. She sort of picked up the magic along the way.
When Heres Tanarill is freaking out, or thinks she's going to have to perform a major magic, she'll react by going and finding simple, repetitive manual labor to do. It will help to center her, while at the same time building up a lot of power for doing magic with. Right now, she's doing both. And CW has a huge mansion.
She hasn't tried summoning Eska again yet.
Title: Dan Doesn't Get It
Fandom: ASRP . . . DP (C) Butch Hartman, who should be known as Bitch Hartman
Rating: G
Warning: Look, the rating's G, okay?
Dan eventually found her hands and knees on the floor, sanding it by hand.
“Why,” he asked, “are you doing that? Couldn’t you just,” he waggled his fingers to indicate magic.
“Yes,” said Heres Tanarill, throwing her weight behind the sanding block to get rid of a particularly vicious gouge, “but that would defeat the purpose. What were you doing in here, anyway, playing soccer with cleats on?”
“I didn’t do anything,” said Dan, looking at the acres of floor she apparently planned to sand. “I was unconscious and in my head. But I think Ember fought Faux here, to buy time.”
“Fau–oh, the demon from your mind. Well, I suppose I can forgive her that, then. It’s a beautiful floor. Sapele, if I’m not mistaken. It’ll take at least a few weeks to finish it.”
Dan watched her for a few more moments and then . . . “Why?”
“Hmm? Oh. Because I needed something to do, and this was as good a thing as any,” she gestured at the hardwood floor. “Besides, I like wood. It never truly dies, and even in this state, feed it the right kind of energy and it’ll bloom.”
Ignoring her mysticism, Dan responded, “So you’re gonna sand it all by hand?”
“No. I’m going to sand it, then scrub it, then polish it. By hand.” In response to the look on his face she lifted her hands and made a circular motions. “Wax on, wax off.”
“The whole ballroom?”
She shrugged, “Why not?”
Dan walked away, shaking his head.
Discworld witches are powerful, because they tend to treat things in their sphere of influence as theirs. And Gods help anything that tries to hurt what's theirs.
Nearly nine hours of ASRP munchat, on the other hand, does wonders for my frame of mind.
Anyway, things to understand this one:
Heres Tanarill is a witch in the Discworld style of witches. This is because while she was in the Shattering Maze, the Walkers' version of boot camp, she was batshit for a really long time and the only people who could stand to be around her until she got it under control were these strong minded women who also happened to be witches. She sort of picked up the magic along the way.
When Heres Tanarill is freaking out, or thinks she's going to have to perform a major magic, she'll react by going and finding simple, repetitive manual labor to do. It will help to center her, while at the same time building up a lot of power for doing magic with. Right now, she's doing both. And CW has a huge mansion.
She hasn't tried summoning Eska again yet.
Title: Dan Doesn't Get It
Fandom: ASRP . . . DP (C) Butch Hartman, who should be known as Bitch Hartman
Rating: G
Warning: Look, the rating's G, okay?
Dan eventually found her hands and knees on the floor, sanding it by hand.
“Why,” he asked, “are you doing that? Couldn’t you just,” he waggled his fingers to indicate magic.
“Yes,” said Heres Tanarill, throwing her weight behind the sanding block to get rid of a particularly vicious gouge, “but that would defeat the purpose. What were you doing in here, anyway, playing soccer with cleats on?”
“I didn’t do anything,” said Dan, looking at the acres of floor she apparently planned to sand. “I was unconscious and in my head. But I think Ember fought Faux here, to buy time.”
“Fau–oh, the demon from your mind. Well, I suppose I can forgive her that, then. It’s a beautiful floor. Sapele, if I’m not mistaken. It’ll take at least a few weeks to finish it.”
Dan watched her for a few more moments and then . . . “Why?”
“Hmm? Oh. Because I needed something to do, and this was as good a thing as any,” she gestured at the hardwood floor. “Besides, I like wood. It never truly dies, and even in this state, feed it the right kind of energy and it’ll bloom.”
Ignoring her mysticism, Dan responded, “So you’re gonna sand it all by hand?”
“No. I’m going to sand it, then scrub it, then polish it. By hand.” In response to the look on his face she lifted her hands and made a circular motions. “Wax on, wax off.”
“The whole ballroom?”
She shrugged, “Why not?”
Dan walked away, shaking his head.
Discworld witches are powerful, because they tend to treat things in their sphere of influence as theirs. And Gods help anything that tries to hurt what's theirs.
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Date: 2007-02-25 07:31 am (UTC)Drabble is great and funny! Heee, sanding.