Hieronymus nodded eagerly, raising his hood. "Certainly, certainly!" He stepped out, turning to look at Kivvien again.
"The artist deals with what cannot be said in words. The artist whose medium is fiction does this in words. The novelist says in words what cannot be said in words." --Ursula K. Le Guin
Kivvien closed the door and locked it once more. He certainly hoped this wasn't just a waste of time. His serum could eat away at the darkness and return life to the land. He truly did not have the time to chase dead ends.
Hieronymus gazed at the avioid's door a moment more, then turned and headed for his room. He grinned to himself. He was doing it! He'd actually found someone to help. His master would be so proud.
"The artist deals with what cannot be said in words. The artist whose medium is fiction does this in words. The novelist says in words what cannot be said in words." --Ursula K. Le Guin
Kivvien removed the remainder of his robes and perched up on the bedrail to sleep. He hoped to look back on today as productive, but he could only see it as bothersome. He had potentially found adventurers willing to attempt what needed doing, but instead he had agreed to follow a strange abomination to his cursed master in hope of improving Kivvien's work.
He could only trust that it would turn out to be the right decision.
Hieronymus reached his room and closed the door, then raised his legs up until he could reach the bed. He clambered out of the prosthetics and onto the mattress, then crawled under the covers. It was a lousy bed, really; he could hear the insects crawling about in the straw. But it was better than what he slept on back home.
"The artist deals with what cannot be said in words. The artist whose medium is fiction does this in words. The novelist says in words what cannot be said in words." --Ursula K. Le Guin
Kivvien was up before the sun. He gathered his things quickly, pulling on his robes and quickly grooming his feathers before he headed downstairs to the quiet dining room, where he returned the key to his room to the innkeeper and hurried outside to ready his cart.
Hieronymus was awake at about the same time and went downstairs as fast as he could. He returned his key when Kivvien was outside and then trotted out with his hood up, looking around for his new companion.
"The artist deals with what cannot be said in words. The artist whose medium is fiction does this in words. The novelist says in words what cannot be said in words." --Ursula K. Le Guin
"Good morning!" Hieronymus approached the cart, careful to keep away from the mule. "How are you today, sir?"
"The artist deals with what cannot be said in words. The artist whose medium is fiction does this in words. The novelist says in words what cannot be said in words." --Ursula K. Le Guin
He hesitated. "If it's not too much trouble...I'm afraid my walking apparatus doesn't extend far enough to allow me to climb in."
"The artist deals with what cannot be said in words. The artist whose medium is fiction does this in words. The novelist says in words what cannot be said in words." --Ursula K. Le Guin
Kivvien huffed a sigh of annoyance and stooped to hoist the creature into the cart, placing on a neat pile of blankets at the front of the cart with boxes on either side and a trunk to its back. The slatted front of the cart could be used to attach the burlap tarp he used to cover his belongings while he traveled. It would be a rather easy way to hide the ugly thing should they go into town.
Kivvien certainly didn't want to be seen with it. Gods forbid anyone presume he made it himself.
"Thank you!" Hieronymus cranked his legs flat. This was a rather comfortable seat, though he was sure it would get bumpy very quickly.
"The artist deals with what cannot be said in words. The artist whose medium is fiction does this in words. The novelist says in words what cannot be said in words." --Ursula K. Le Guin
"Yes yes," Kivvien waved him off and pulled the burlap over him. He could look out the slats to give directions; Kivvien was not going to display this thing all through town.
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