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<p>“Perhaps,” she replied, thoughtful expression on her face. “There were some times in the past.”</p>
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<p>“Perhaps,” she replied, thoughtful expression on her face. “There were some times in the past.”</p>
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<p>“True Name, then?” Motes said, sounding skeptical.</p>
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<p>“True Name, then?” Motes said, sounding skeptical.</p>
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<p>An eloquent shrug was the reply.</p>
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<p>An eloquent shrug was the reply.</p>
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<p>“Well, <em>huh!</em>” she said, grinning still. She could feel the limerence for the form starting to fade, so she waved her hand. “But we can talk about that later! I need to re-skunk. I want to keep this shirt, though.”</p>
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<p>“Well, <em>huh!</em>” she said, grinning still. She could feel the limerence for the form starting to fade, could feel the humanity begin to itch, so she waved her hand. “But we can talk about that later! I need to re-skunk. I want to keep this shirt, though.”</p>
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<p>“Alright, dear. I shall look away.”</p>
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<p>“Alright, dear. I shall look away.”</p>
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<p>Motes shimmied out of the blouse and folded it neatly, setting it on the stage before forking into her usual, smaller, soft-furred self once more. Younger, as well, back to that comfortable, comforting expression of youth. “Okay!” she said once she was done once more, rolling around to lay on her belly and poke her snout at one of the piles of paper. “What are you working on, anyway?”</p>
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<p>Motes shimmied out of the blouse and folded it neatly, setting it on the stage before forking into her usual, smaller, soft-furred self once more. Younger, as well, back to that comfortable, comforting expression of youth. “Okay!” she said once she was done once more, rolling around to lay on her belly and poke her snout at one of the piles of paper. “What are you working on, anyway?”</p>
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<p>Sasha smiled, tipped her clipboard forward to let the skunk see the stage diagram. “Blocking. Planning. Memorization.”</p>
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<p>Sasha smiled, tipped her clipboard forward to let the skunk see the stage diagram. “Blocking. Planning. Memorization.”</p>
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<p>“Not at first, but certainly not long after. I think Hammered Silver is more mad with her than any of the rest of the stanza.”</p>
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<p>“Not at first, but certainly not long after. I think Hammered Silver is more mad with her than any of the rest of the stanza.”</p>
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<p>“God,” Motes muttered. “She really does sound like a total b-word.”</p>
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<p>“God,” Motes muttered. “She really does sound like a total b-word.”</p>
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<p>“She is a lovely person, in her own way,” Sasha said gently, then added, “Which is a bitch, yes.”</p>
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<p>“She is a lovely person, in her own way,” Sasha said gently, then added, “Which is a bitch, yes.”</p>
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<p>The smaller skunk giggled helplessly, slouching down until she was able to use Sasha’s thigh as a pillow. “Okay, but why does she hate ma, though? She is, like…the nicest person in the whole world.”</p>
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<p>“She really is, at least to us, but she is also uncompromising to her very core. She stood up for herself and Beholden, she stood up for you as you are, she stood up for your dynamic as a family–” Sasha took a deep breath through gritted teeth. “And she stood up for me, for which I am endlessly appreciative, and endlessly frustrated that she should have cause to.”</p>
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<p>“So Hammered Silver is upset that ma has principles,” Motes said flatly. “Okay. Got it. Good good good. Wonderful.”</p>
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<p>She laughed. “Yes, apparently. A Finger Pointing had some tense meetings with Hammered Silver early on when it became clear — at least within the clade — that she and Beholden were in a relationship, but that tenseness became the norm when you started to poke your little snout–” She tapped at Motes’s nose-tip, getting a giggle. “–out into the world, which led to a tacit agreement that they were essentially just meeting up to collect data on their respective stanzas, and then only when A Finger Pointing agreed not to talk about you.”</p>
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<p>Motes fell silent for a long minute, then two, and eventually rolled onto the other side so that she could bury her face against Sasha’s side. “Well, that makes me feel like garbage,” she mumbled.</p>
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<p>“Hush, little skunk,” Sasha said gently. “That is between A Finger Pointing and Hammered Silver. A Finger Pointing had to make a tactical decision: maintain contact with the clade, be the glue that binds so many of us together, keep tabs on Hammered Silver and her ilk; or tell Hammered Silver to kick rocks, she was going to talk about her Dot as much as she damn well pleased. Tactically, she chose to agree to not pass on information about you. Strategically, this gained her a better sense of the sixth — and, to a lesser extent, the seventh — stanza.”</p>
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<p>She nodded, pressing her face all the firmer against the stage manager.</p>
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<p>“A Finger Pointing loves you, Motes, deeply and truly. Do not ever forget that. Hammered Silver can absolutely go kick rocks and go suck an egg and go eat coke and any number of other antiquated idioms. Your ma believed that even then, and when Hammered Silver requested that she not speak of you, in that moment, they ceased being friends and became instead polite adversaries.”</p>
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<p>“No, I believe that,” Motes said, voice muffled against Sasha’s own blouse. “I do not blame her. Hammered Silver put her in a stupid position, so she did what she had to because she has principles.”</p>
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<p>“Right, and those principles go beyond just the three of you. She was thinking of Dry Grass, too, yes? And of Waking World and of Fogs The View and of Time Makes Prey, and of all of the other, nicer folks she has spoken to in the sixth stanza on the sly. Many have continued to shun me, which is fine, so be it, they value their relationship with Hammered Silver more than Dry Grass does, but at least they are still talking with A Finger Pointing.”</p>
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<p>“Yeah, that is true. And at least Dry Grass is still here.”</p>
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<p>“That she is.” Sasha smiled, nudging Motes on the shoulder. “Now, come. Let us get you home, yes? Get you some food and let you crow about your exploits to anyone who will listen, yes? Show off your blouse, yes?”</p>
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<p>She sighed dramatically and pushed herself up to her feet. “Okaaay. I had breakfast a bit ago, but I want pizza or a burger or something greasy. They just feel so good to eat!”</p>
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<p>Sasha laughed, forking another instance to take Motes by the paw, letting her down-tree continue working. “I am sorry that this topic has been nipping at your heels these last few days, little skunk. I have probably shared more than A Finger Pointing may have wished, but she and I will talk, and you will get your pizza or burger or pizza-burger and talk about things at your own pace, dear.</p>
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<p>Page generated on 2023-12-26</p>
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