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[mordredeschain]

 *Mordred was getting used to having his own home. He was even used to the rather odd people who lived nearby, the Door to nowhere that he could open to anywhere if he tried and the rather odd geography of the area.

*Other people, however, would probably not enjoy walking in on him. If only because of the spiderwebs, the fact that his home was a cave in a rock spire and the unlikely canyon right outside.*

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[mordredeschain]

The closest term for them would likely be demons, although most o' them are more brainwashed than truly evil.

Aye, I be their Little Red King. I've a moit o' titles, say true!

[wordsofwater]

Since he already told her that he is a demon, her view on demons is not as harsh as you might think. Having a half demon as a best friend does make you more tolerant.

"I like it. It reminds me of when I was a child. Mother Thames used to call me Little Blue. On account of my hair. Although she never added queen or princess on to the end unless I was being particularly precocious."

[mordredeschain]

*He's rather astonished by the fact that she calls him her best friend. It seems so fast!*

Little colors we shall be together, then. Now then, do you think you can stand the bridge?

[wordsofwater]

She has friends that she has known for longer but in Mordreds case, despite the short amount of time, she feels like he is the friend she can be her best self with, and that's what counts.

The bridge looks lot less sturdy close up. In fact as the wind whips up and then dies down again she sees that it sways and moves in a way she was not prepared for. They stand on the edge of solid ground and in all honesty she is not sure that she can stand it.

"I am not sure. It looks frighteningly unstable. How secure are the fastenings?"

[mordredeschain]

It be made o' spider silk, strong as steel. One strand could hold both our weights, say true.

[wordsofwater]

"Okay, I get that. But isn't it a bit," how do I put it? "Bouncy?" I don't want to fall off

[mordredeschain]

No more than any other rope bridge. Don't worry, I won't let ya fall.

[wordsofwater]

She looks at him doubtfully. "It's not like I don't believe you. It's just that." She looks down at the drop and feels a rush of vertigo hit her. "How would you stop me?"

[mordredeschain]

Hold my hand, praps. Or you could let the spider carry ya, iffen ya don't mind?

[wordsofwater]

"If you wouldn't mind. I think it would make me feel better holding your hand." You must think I'm awfully silly to be afraid of heights like this.

[mordredeschain]

It makes sense if you've rarely been climbin', sai. *He takes her hand and leads her across the bridge, which is quite sturdy for a rope bridge. Spider silk is useful like that.*

[wordsofwater]

The bridge gives and bounces slightly with every step that they take, but it feels sturdy enough. She holds tightly on to his hand anyway and tries not to look down. The wind whips at her hair occasionally making it stream out behind her or wash across her face.

[mordredeschain]

*The bridge is only about ten yards long, and once they reach the other side he quickly leads her away.* The town be all bird-heads an' beast-heads; any humes ya think ya see are apt ta be rats in masks. The rats worship the human form, God alone kens why, so they try ta emulate it.

The other still obey me, mind, son o' the Crimson King as I am. But the rats will obey thee near as much.

[wordsofwater]

Rats in human masks, its the stuff of fairy tales. She keeps a hold of his hand just in case.

"So I'm like, the pied piper here?"

[mordredeschain]

*He laughs and nods.* I suppose it is summat o' that sort, aye.

If they get ta be too much just tell me. I can tell them ta leave you alone. I'm a spider, after all.

[wordsofwater]

"Do rats not like spiders?" she queries, her attention suddenly drawn to the sky, looking from left to right. "Hey, wasnt the sun over that away when we set out? It's moved."

[mordredeschain]

They wouldn't dare dislike us. The spider is the favored form o' the greater demons in this reality. We are kin ta Atlach-Nacha, Crimson Empress, who rules todash. I rather suspect they'd submit ta my hungers with pride, iffen I asked it o' them. There's a reason I don't live close enough for them ta fawn o'er me all the bedamned time.

Hmm? *He looks over at it.* Oh, looks like it be spiralin' again. That or North got lost and it followed.

[wordsofwater]

Coventina is starting to feel more and more like Dorothy out of The Wizard of Oz. How can north get lost? That's very careless of it.

"Yes I imagine that could become tiring after a while, especially if their attentions are disingenuous. Fawning is not a good look on anyone, especially a rat."

[mordredeschain]

*Alice was never so confused by Wonderland . . .

*Not long after--inasmuch as time has meaning still--they reach the edge of the taheen town. A small child with a rat head spots them first and goes running to spread the news of visitors.* They'll be bowing and scraping before long, set my watch an' warrant on it, but oh well. Come on.

[wordsofwater]

The rat child is a little disconcerting in appearance. She thinks it might be the strangely human hands coming out of his coat sleeves. But he doesn't stay around long enough for her to get a good look.

"Actually I think it might be fun to see someone bow to you. For a short while. Do you think he has gone to warn people of your arrival?"

As they get even closer she sees that a crowd has gathered which appears to be waiting for them. Her hand is still in Mordreds and she tightens her grip a little.

"You won't leave go will you. Promise me you won't leave me alone."

[mordredeschain]

Apparently he has, yes. *He grins when he sees the small crowd forming.* Don't worry, sai, I'd never leave thee.

*He smiles at the (literally) weasel-like face of the mayor, who's looking rather nervous. He generally does when Mordred is in town, say true.* Ah, Lamla o'Galee. I do so hope that you've been doing well.

"V-very well, sir." *The stoat man bows a little as he speaks.* "No major crimes or accidents, no problems at all to speak of. Would you and your friend like something to eat, sir?"

I've eaten well lately, but if you've threaded stock my friend might like some beef or fish. *He turns to her, ignoring Lamla's relief.* Which would you prefer if they have both, sai?

[wordsofwater]

The releif radiating from the Weasel man is so intense it is almost tangible. She knows why.

"I would prefer fish but where would they get fish from in the midst of such desert like lands?"

[mordredeschain]

They must be getting water from somewhere.

“There is a small oasis averaging half a mile from here, sir,” explains the mayor. “It does indeed have some fish and shrimp, for special occasions.”

I believe this counts, aye?

[wordsofwater]

Who is she to argue with the little red prince over what constitutes a special occasion. She smiles at the mayor and tries not to stare at his twitching whiskers.

"That would be very kind of you. Thank you."

[mordredeschain]

*The mayor smiles back, then excuses himself so he can send someone fishing.*

They're not bad people, really. They just think differently--an' they obey Red Daddy despite the fact that He wants ta destroy all things, because it's what they know. *He shrugs.* These be the ones as were smart enough ta flee when He finally went screamin' insane, for what it be worth, but they don't obey me out o' fear alone.