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Re: Ask the Lyfi guy!
« Reply #840 on: May 14, 2015, 01:02:26 AM »
         Golden light. That was the first thing Tiffi woke up too, pushing past eyelids but he didn't mind. It was wonderful, having windows that allowed the sun to come in and wake him up. Blinking, he sat up and each time he saw anything, it was golden and shimmering. His simple room was turn into a beautiful palace, a thing for Mistresses and those with too much money.

   “Including Mistresses.” His voice was creaky and scratchy but it would warm up with use and be back to the soft tone soon. Even so, he got up and saw the plain room for what it was, just a single space with a bed and wardrobe, a tiny table by the head of the bed. And the window! Couldn't forget that!

   Tiffi went to the table and poured water into a bowl, reaching around for a small bar of soap and finding the small nub that was left. Taking a deep breath, he dove in and scrubbed, peeling away sleep and bringing about wakeful Tiffi who had stuff to do.

   His mind hummed as he dried and went to the wardrobe, opening it up to his modest clothing collection that had mostly been brought from what had been home for quite some time. Now he was here, in Cal Tyrd on his own terms with a job to do. That gave him pause but he pushed it aside. Yes, there was work but the money had allowed him to buy his contract and go where ever he wanted. And leaving the land of snow, the massive Compound he had never been outside before stepping on a boat to come here, Tiffi was on his own.

   Of course, what Tiffi had been told bout this place was true, that Sarosar were not the only people in all the world. He knew that but before actually seeing them, it was different. Seeing clothing being made for someone else was quite different than seeing someone tower over him. Not that he minded being short, even for a Sarosar, but when it was a matter of feet instead of inches, well...

   “Better than their males.” His nose wrinkled, recalling how many of the people in the main room at this inn here hard and rough. Back in Cal Satha, everyone agreed that beauty was the way to be. And women were beautiful so there was an ideal to chase after. Granted, the woman who had taught him said that most males don't get this kind of education, that he was special. Most just knew who to look and act, simple as. Even so, special or not, he still believed in the idea of beauty.

   Finding his small hand mirror, Tiffi checked and smiled at what he saw. Even without the make up, he was good enough to get the big, ugly males to look. Dressing in a shirt and short skirt, he saw the small packet hanging in the back of the space and the good mood that had followed him for so long started to waver. Yes, he had bought his contract and was free to do what he wanted. But after the voyage here, he took a job recommended by his previous Mistress that once finished, would leave him very wealthy for the rest of his life. It would be worth it. For what he had to do, it had to be worth it.

   Leaving the pouch hidden, he went to the desk and hummed as he prepared to do the daily ritual of making sure he lived up to the ideal all should live by. Then combing out all the red hair, leaving it flowing and free bout his face after he was done.

   “If only, if only.” Just one more job then whatever he wanted. And being outside in the heat and sun, yeah, Tiffi was looking forward to getting going, searching for this person the job requested. A small handbag with some coin in it was taken and Tiri gave another once over in the tiny mirror, all he could afford for now. Slim and trim, as the woman who raised him said. From what he knew, which wasn't much as of yet, all these tall and different colored people would see him as a woman and nothing made him smile more than that.

   With money and an idea, Tiffi left and locked up the room, heading down a plain hall and down a flight of stairs to the main room where food and drink was served. But even if the serving women caught his eye, he had work to do. Ignoring a few stupid calls for Tiri to join some tables that he had no intention of ever doing, he stepping outside in the small city that had a slightly fishy smell but the sun shown down and the smile that came to his painted lips was genuine.

   The street he set down on was busy, carts being pulled by people of all shapes and sizes, looking to buy and sell, transport south to Cal Satha or further north to the biggest city in all the land, Lyrsis. Here was just a shipping point, a place to do some trading or rest after so long on the open waters. At least, that is what the captain who brought him here said and she seemed honest, stating her intentions when she invited him to her quarters for the trip. That memory was another reason to smile!

   Sticking to the sides of the simple lane, he had walked along similar at home but it wasn't even close with the sun beaming down, Tiffi looked. Warehouses butted up against restaurants and closer to the water, the masts of ships waved in the breeze, birds coasting round them in lazy circles.

   No matter who was out, Tiffi had a job that needed doing and he had been given information to make sure it happened. Stopping at a corner, he found a sign and squinted at the letters, willing them to form one of the words he needed and it finally did. Reading was something new, back in Cal Satha he never had to do it and learning it wasn't important, being special or not. Still, he had his way and went.

   By the time he got where he was suppose to be, his stomach was complaining but it would be taken care of soon enough. The fishy smell was gone, replaced with food and perfume, both things Tiffi was very familiar with. This was the fancier part of the city that had a funny name that Tiffi forgot. He was good at his job, no one had complained and always paid very well but the smaller things he always forgot.

   Not looking at the large glass store fronts that had clothing on the other side, it took some will but had to be done, Tiffi saw the place and didn't need the sign to tell him. It was a mostly outside restaurant with a little fence around the tables with people who had money sitting there, chatting and eating. Nodding, Tiffi checked both ways before cross the street, stepping up to man at the door and smiling.

   “Just one for you today?” Tiffi nodded and the green man(!) opened a door behind him, leading to the eating place. The smells alone made his insides groan but he glanced at everyone, being seated near a wall that had a good view. Right when he sat down and smoothed the skirt out over his legs, a waiter placed a glass of water down and spoke in a deep voice that made Tiffi jump.

   “Today we have many specials, with a robust selection of fish, quite fresh.” This male was tall and broad, three of Tiffi standing side by side in the chest!

   “Snow wine, Sarosar import. Spicy Fish Stew with sweetbread.” Picking up the glass cup, Tiffi sipped and watched the man note it in his head, nodding then walking off. No surprise, which let Tiffi know that Sarosar came here. Weird, seeing how he was the only one here right now. His job didn't need another of him but a Vorsorio, some tall and skinny person. This one Vorsorio was pale, with very short black hair and a red coat. With a big voice is what the person who had paid Tiffi for this job. It was really easy to see too, the male was in one of the center tables, being very loud and with a few wine bottles on the table.

   Tapping the edge of the glass, Tiffi thought about how to best do this. One of the rules of this job was no names and that was fine, better in most ways. He needed something, a piece of hair, some personal object, it had to be close to this loud person. For now, Tiffi had time to sit and eat. And listen to this male ramble on and on, even when his plate had been taken and the people he was sitting with were bored but he kept going. And going after Tiffi's wonderful meal, more wine bottles piling up. By the time Tiffi paid and left, the man was still sitting there, a few new people drawn to his table.

   Back to the inn and his room, nice and full but mind working. So he sat and talked most of the day, not taking off that coat. Tiffi had no chance of looking casual in something that would be huge on him so that was out. There was time to figure this out and he would need it. Show up later, wait the job out and follow him, see what came of it. Had to be careful, the Sarosar captain said that Vorsorio were dangerous and this one very much so.

   The next few days he slept a little more and spent some of his remaining money on clothing, finding that being this close to Cal Satha meant there was a good selection, some cheaper and others more expensive. And then to the same place to eat and watch. Always getting the same thing and seeing the Loud Male talk the same talk. Over time Tiffi picked up that he was a business person who dealt with lots of stuff, most of it boring.

   Finally, during a day that was cloudy and had a chilly breeze that Tiffi didn't like, Loud Male broke his trends. Instead of sitting for way too long, he ate and talked quieter than usual to another male, who was Vorsorio but better looking and quieter. Only one bottle of wine and a quick chat, then both of them left, leaving Tiffi almost feeling alone for the first time in this place.

   Staring at the table, he looked for anything binding. It had to have ties to Loud Male but he wasn't finding much and taking the bottle might be too weird, even for him.

   “Be thankful you get to eat in peace now.” The huge server mumbled as he swept by, placing a plate that had another piece of sweetbread on it before Tiffi.

   “Yeah, he is loud.” Tiffi said it in a conversational tone, hoping to snare the server into talking more.

   “You have no idea. Usually he brings all his clients here and liquors them up until they go out to wreck some inn or bar. Everyone in Hatis hates him but he does good business and always pays. Still, he tips badly and has a complaint no matter what.” So it wasn't just Tiffi who wanted him to shut up.

   “Do you know where he goes to party? So I can not be there?” Mostly the truth, he just wanted to visit after and swipe anything that had been left behind.

   Even as worn and used up as the server was, the smile he gave Tiffi was honest and tugged at his heart.

   “Good luck, he doesn't play favorites except with us and our food. Think of him as a storm who blows in at random and usually is more trouble that he's worth.” The server was nice and going strong, hopefully open to a weird question but even if it didn't work, Tiffi had information to go on to finish the job.

   “He have any way to get ahold of him for business? I know a few people who might be able to bring him in line.” Tiffi smiled, suggesting anything the server wanted to hear. And the grin he got in return told him that none of this time had been wasted.

   “I'd love to see that! He always leaves a few scrips around for us to hand out. I hope your 'friends' can teach him a thing or two about arrogance and pull one over on him. Hitting him in the pocket is really the only way to hurt him. Anyway, I'll bring a scrip with your ticket.” And with that the server was gone and Tiffi exhaled, taking a deep breath of sweet air wafting from the bread. That the server thought Loud Male could only lose money was kinda cute and sad at the same time. But the extra pastry was good and when the bill was handed over, it had another piece of paper with words that he couldn't make out but Tiffi still thanked the server, adding a few more coins to the pile and walking off into the wind that was getting colder. It wasn't that he didn't like the cold or couldn't handle it but it reminded him of the job that needed to be done. All the good food sat like a rock in his stomach at the thought and not even the pretty women out shopping cheered him up.

   Back in his room, he felt the storm blow in, even with the window closed. All the pretty stuff he had bought was put away and now he had the worn cloth bag, the thick rough fabric standing out against the softness of his skirt. Tiffi was special, sure. But no one had asked how being special felt. Money was nice but feeling the cold, the wind blowing on and through him, suddenly money didn't do much. No, there were only a few things that Tiffi wanted when the cold found him and money wasn't one of them.

   Blowing out all the candles but one, he sat on the floor with the piece of paper that had words and a glob of wax stuck to it with some symbol punched into it. The wind was blowing and on it was the chill that traveled across the waters from a place where there was ice and sky and nothing else. It was empty and cold.

   Working fingers in the mouth of the bag, Tiffi shuddered as a breeze blew into the inn. It came over him and he felt hair blow in that touch. What most people didn't know, nearly all the Sarosar he grew up with had no idea, is those lonely places hungered. Sometimes those places had a mouth and Tiffi's fingers touched a frigid, slick surface in the bag. Where there was a mouth, there was a voice. Gripping the thing in the sack, Tiffi gasped as deep cold swept into the room and the candle blew out. But there was yet light, coming from his closed hand. It was cruel and glittered similarly to a knife point by moonlight.

   When Tiffi hungered, he ate. When places hungered, they found ways. The wind blew and this time, it was hard enough to nudge Tiffi, hair blowing to cover his face but he didn't need to see. No, it wasn't anything special to see someone eat, even if Tiffi was special. No one wanted to know he was special unless they had need of him. Then they had money but here, perched on an edge that only needed one more nudge to push him, money wasn't important. Only that next gust of wind was.

   And it came and Tiffi was blown free, from the room and inn. From his body and now that he was free from that, Tiffi was cold. Seeing this place from the sky and there were the points of light, like the night sky during a clear sky. When he saw people from up here, it hurt. There was so much and he was so little, no matter how special he was. But there was money and he wanted it in some dim way that a small child wanted the sun and moon. The wind blew and he held out a hand that wasn't there with the paper that wasn't there, allowing it to pull him.

   Walls couldn't stop him, Tiffi was special and he passed through them. Distance blurred and he was pulled past so many specks, so much hunger. If he got too close, he could catch a tiny look, a scene from a play that had no beginning or end. Once he had a name, he got closer and if he got distracted, he could be drawn in and see more of the play. They were happy and sad, funny or filled with blood. He could watch until the wind blew and pulled Tiffi out or the cold seeped from him to the light. Then they noticed and Tiffi had to leave.

   The one point of light he wanted shone and so Tiffi went, not feeling anything but cold and hunger. When a person was hungry, they ate. Tiffi was special and wasn't so lucky. The light burned and it wanted to show off. It was proud.

   One hand led Tiffi here and now the other had to be used. This one was nothing but cold, the creeping freezing touch of the lonely waste that wanted to devour and would take Tiffi if it so wanted. This time, when the wind blew it came from his hand, the one with the ice and Tiffi shared the hunger of the waste. A cold so deep that it left Tiffi empty but it just passed through him and flowed into the mote of light. Tiffi felt the absolute cold but it consumed the light, tearing sparks off until nothing remained but a memory of what used to be and the glint of ice.

   In moments, the light was gone. Tiffi was cold and hungry but there was nothing more here, the empty had picked it clean. The wind blew and pulled Tiffi back to the sky and now each point was lessened that one had been taken from them. He should have felt sad too but he was special and no one noticed that he grew cold and didn't care. Not unless they wanted him to. And he didn't like this, seeing people from so far and being so cold. Up here, above all of them, Tiffi knew hungry and wind, the light that had no warmth reflecting from ice. That was him and he was the forgotten ice in the dead of the world that hungered.

   Tiffi let loose of the freezing piece with a shaking gasp and the wind now blew him to a body in a in and for a single instant, he was repulsed by the warm, welcoming thing that waited. It wasn't the perfection of ice and it wanted stupid, simple things. Tiffi who loved the golden light of the sun and Tiffi who saw beauty in ice found each other, staring face to face and at last, they came together.

   Ice fell to the floor in the dark and Tiffi gasped, seeing nothing but embraced by so much cold it burned. He fumbled around, grabbing at the dark until he found a blanket and pulled, his arms shaking so badly it took several tried and he was crying by the time it came free. He wrapped up and burrowed in, eyes squinted closed so tight he saw little specks of light and that was worse, so much worse. Tiffi had put one out, the other, cold Tiffi who did the jobs.

   It took a long time but the shivering stopped. Tears needed more time and they flowed down, Tiffi knocking the piece of ice that didn't melt under the bed, not wanting to see the dim glow it gave off. He wanted fire and it's light, the easy hunger. It took time for him to strike a match but by the meager flame he lit a few candles and sat before the small droplet shaped tongues on their wicks. Tiffi sat for a long time, thinking of nothing but not daring to sleep. It was bad to sleep on a job but Tiffi couldn't sleep after. He was special. Only when the gold-red light of dawn touched the sky outside his window did he dare close his eyes and fall.

*  *  *

   That night, a successful man who most of the city hated for how well he had done and the means he had done it fell lifeless from his bar stool, mid sentence, and never got back up. The body was cold. The wind blew.

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Re: Ask the Lyfi guy!
« Reply #840 on: May 14, 2015, 01:02:26 AM »

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Re: Ask the Lyfi guy!
« Reply #841 on: May 14, 2015, 06:37:05 PM »
You posted writing and I honor the ancient pact. You post writing I read and look for spelling and grammar mistakes and ask questions.

   “Just one for you today?” Tiffi nodded and the green man(!) opened a door behind him, leading to the eating place.
What the (!) is for?

   Tiffi let loose of the freezing piece with a shaking gasp and the wind now blew him to a body in a in and for a single instant,
Something feel iffy at the marked part.

He wanted fire and it's light
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A story whit magic (sort of thing). Hmm. First I thought he is a "nature mage"like thing summoning the cold of his homeland. But then the i mentioned "beauty in ice" and I now think he is made a pact or live in a symbiosis with the Frozen Beauty? Maybe some other similar entity.
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Re: Ask the Lyfi guy!
« Reply #842 on: May 14, 2015, 11:12:14 PM »
    The ancient pact is compels me to return.

   
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What the (!) is for?

    It is meant to show Tiffi's surprise without breaking the flow of the story. It could stay or go but I felt something was needed there to show that Tiffi wasn't used to seeing Lytheria yet.

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Something feel iffy at the marked part.

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A story whit magic (sort of thing). Hmm. First I thought he is a "nature mage"like thing summoning the cold of his homeland. But then the i mentioned "beauty in ice" and I now think he is made a pact or live in a symbiosis with the Frozen Beauty? Maybe some other similar entity.

    You got really close to nailing it! I wanted to take a break from the novel and realized I hadn't written much bout the Sarosar that wasn't smut. So I had an idea for an assassin Sarosar but it didn't quite match up with how I pictured it working out. A male running around with a knife stabbing people wasn't... It didn't fit. Close though. Then I thought of a supernatural element and the Frozen Beauty resurfaced in my brain and that was it.

    Tiffi may not know or understand it but he is the offspring of the Frozen Beauty and one of the females who lives outside the Sarosar Compounds. There are two sides to him and only when holding a piece of True Ice does the scary part come out. What did you think of the story? Was it nice to read something new after so long and to see a side of the Sarosar that has been hidden? As always, take care out there!

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Re: Ask the Lyfi guy!
« Reply #843 on: May 15, 2015, 05:03:14 PM »
    What did you think of the story?
I really liked it. Is nice to see to see a new aspect of the world. The "supernatural" in your stories are like in Game of Thrones kept low and make bigger impact. Also Tiffi's character is a anomaly. She is different as was in said. Something rare. Something deviated from the standards. And anomalies like him make fictional races feel real.


    Was it nice to read something new after so long and to see a side of the Sarosar that has been hidden? As always, take care out there!
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Re: Ask the Lyfi guy!
« Reply #844 on: May 15, 2015, 10:16:12 PM »
    I"m glad to see this story has gotten a good reception and Tiffi will be coming back. It provides me a way to write shorter works without taking too much away from the novel, which chugs slowly forward. And it gives me something new to ponder over and try to understand. This would end up being it's own small series...

    Sorry for the lack, I've been on the novel and wrapping up with life and living. However, I always come back to share and get in return. There will be something new in the next few days, just have to hammer out a few nights of work and then job searching. So, life in general.

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Re: Ask the Lyfi guy!
« Reply #845 on: July 22, 2015, 03:32:03 PM »
Btw been a while since the last time I asked something from the Lyfi guy.
Have you browsed the TV Tropes site before and if yes were you interested to see that some of your stuff fits one trope or another?
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