From 04bc8d1b202e877e82628f9ae09cff39d554c9d2 Mon Sep 17 00:00:00 2001 From: Madison Scott-Clary Date: Fri, 29 Oct 2021 16:05:29 -0700 Subject: [PATCH] update from sparkleup --- writing/post-self/neviim/local/codrin/004.html | 5 +++-- 1 file changed, 3 insertions(+), 2 deletions(-) diff --git a/writing/post-self/neviim/local/codrin/004.html b/writing/post-self/neviim/local/codrin/004.html index dc0c321ba..205e47683 100644 --- a/writing/post-self/neviim/local/codrin/004.html +++ b/writing/post-self/neviim/local/codrin/004.html @@ -38,7 +38,8 @@

“Just my partners and Ioan,” Codrin said.

True Name frowned and there was a brief pause as, ey assumed, she sent off a sensorium message to another of her clade. “Do you think that Ioan will tell anyone?”

Codrin shrugged. “I didn’t tell em not to, but I didn’t tell em to tell anyone, either. I imagine ey’ll tell May Then My Name.”

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“Of course,” the skunk said. “When did you send the message? Was it eyes only?”

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The skunk sat silent, looking down to her glass of wine. Ey couldn’t quite read the emotions on her face in the flickering of the candlelight, but given eir previous conversation about True Name losing her up-tree instance to hatred, ey could guess that there was at least some anxiety behind that silence.

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Eventually, she asked, “When did you send the message? Was it eyes only?”

“It was, yeah. I sent it about noon. Why do you ask?”

“I would like to prepare my clade back on the System to either discuss this with em or to prepare for the possibility that ey will tell others. Five hours is not too long, though. As long as ey has not published anything to the perisystem feeds, of course.”

Ey frowned. “Should I not have?”

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“No more shop talk until dessert,” Answers Will Not Help added. “Or I will have Tycho bounce you from the sim. There is lasagna, and I will not have you spoiling that.”