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Title: A Meeting
Author:
oneiriad
Disclaimer: Discworld belongs to the great Sir Terry Pratchett - Norse Myth, on the other hand, I can at least claim as cultural heritage.
A/N: written for
order_of_chaos, who asked for: Susan Sto Helit, Sleipnir. They should meet. Binky, too, if you wish.
Somewhere else, there's a woman, standing by a fold. She looks very - well, she looks very.
"But why aren't you at this family reunion?"
"Oh, but I don't mind filling in for Cousin Binky - someone has to, you know, and besides, I really don't mind. Your granddad hardly weighs anything - not half as much as Uncle Odin, anyway. It's practically like a vacation."
An unconvinced eyebrow is raised.
"I mean, it's not like those family reunions are really all that much fun, anyway - Bucephalus always eats all the best treats before anyone else can even get to the buffet, Pegasus has been insufferable ever since he helped slay that chimera creature, Unicorn spends the whole time bragging about having dipped his horn in this girl and that girl - and sooner or later the centaurs get drunk and we all know how that goes..."
The eyebrow stays raised.
"Look, it's just - well, Dad finally managed to convince Mom to come along this year, and it's just, look, I don't think Mom's ever really forgiven him for that whole 'catching him' business, and, well, I just thought it'd be best if I wasn't there to remind him. You know?"
Seeing an eight-legged horse shrug awkwardly is a rather unusual sight, even for this place.
The woman frowns as the horse retreats to the other side of the fold, nipping idly at black grass. Then she sighs, shaking her head and resuming her interrupted walk towards the house. Later, she tells herself, later.
It's not like this is the first time she feels the need to have a chat with a child's parents. It's just that she always wishes that she didn't have to.
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Disclaimer: Discworld belongs to the great Sir Terry Pratchett - Norse Myth, on the other hand, I can at least claim as cultural heritage.
A/N: written for
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Somewhere else, there's a woman, standing by a fold. She looks very - well, she looks very.
"But why aren't you at this family reunion?"
"Oh, but I don't mind filling in for Cousin Binky - someone has to, you know, and besides, I really don't mind. Your granddad hardly weighs anything - not half as much as Uncle Odin, anyway. It's practically like a vacation."
An unconvinced eyebrow is raised.
"I mean, it's not like those family reunions are really all that much fun, anyway - Bucephalus always eats all the best treats before anyone else can even get to the buffet, Pegasus has been insufferable ever since he helped slay that chimera creature, Unicorn spends the whole time bragging about having dipped his horn in this girl and that girl - and sooner or later the centaurs get drunk and we all know how that goes..."
The eyebrow stays raised.
"Look, it's just - well, Dad finally managed to convince Mom to come along this year, and it's just, look, I don't think Mom's ever really forgiven him for that whole 'catching him' business, and, well, I just thought it'd be best if I wasn't there to remind him. You know?"
Seeing an eight-legged horse shrug awkwardly is a rather unusual sight, even for this place.
The woman frowns as the horse retreats to the other side of the fold, nipping idly at black grass. Then she sighs, shaking her head and resuming her interrupted walk towards the house. Later, she tells herself, later.
It's not like this is the first time she feels the need to have a chat with a child's parents. It's just that she always wishes that she didn't have to.
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*blinks* That is such an incredibly Pratchett turn of phrase. That's awesome. *grins* And I love Sleipnir's reasoning for not going to the reunion, and all the little nods to other myths, and then this:
It's not like this is the first time she feels the need to have a chat with a child's parents. It's just that she always wishes that she didn't have to.
Oh, Susan, I do love you.
Awesome ficlet!
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The second book in English I ever picked up at the library back when I wasn't really that old, the first fool English language novel (as the first book was a short-story collection, if I remember correctly) I wasn't spoon-fed through the school - was Reaper Man - swiftly followed by pretty much every Discworld published up to that date. I sometimes suspect it has left - marks... ;-)
And we all love Susan :-) (though I doubt I could write her for anything longer...)
Also, for something completely different, as you are my local Tesla expert (so to speak), I suppose you're already aware of this video: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=l0Xn8-xl3r0 that I just stumbled across and now vaguely want a time machine to go back and get to see that specific production - just because...
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And yeah, I've seen that video, or most of that video. And by all accounts, the production isn't that far wrong, considering that Edison arranged for the public electrocution of an elephant in an effort to discredit AC power. *shakes head in amazement* Pretty damn vicious, those 19th century tycoons ...