), and remained vaguely annoyed, and considered diving into the snow, and found her room.
), and remained vaguely annoyed, and considered diving into the snow, and found her room.
The bed was buttered bread.
Roe gave Samantha a crate, which had formerly apparently been buried under books in the wagon. “Do not open in a small area.”
“What is this, a bomb?”
“A special backpack. From Anisa.”
“Did she take Quincy’s hyperspace chest and turn it into a bag?”
“I don’t know. Bye.” And Roe walked away.
She was irritated her irritation towards Roe seemed to be fading. Part of that may have been respect for her somehow dodging the luncheon. “You missed lunch,” she shouted after her.
Indeed, inside the crate was a ‘backpack’, a pink bag with arm straps and buckles. Fine material, mediocre craftsmanship. She pulled it out — it was quite heavy — and turned it upside down, onto her bed in her small room.
Out poured three letters, several clothes, paper, poorly bound books, more clothes, a knife, a few fine books, a brush, and coin. One letter was from Anisa labelled ‘Read 1st’, one was a letter from Lionel…
So they had all colluded, her father and her sister and her brother and Roe and probably the guild. Great. Was nice of Lionel to pack her clothes, though. She’d read later, when she was less angry at them. She swapped to a dress and scooped the excess clothes back in. It wasn’t hyperspace, so turning it upside down probably would affect the gravity inside… and it was definitely larger on the inside than the outside… and, it seemed to weigh less than it should…. Some kind of stipo.
All she could think was, how annoying would it be to need to take into account objects like this at security checkpoints. Could one make a cloak that was bigger on the inside, and fill it with weapons, volatile chemicals, monsters? At least this came from Anisa, presumably she had started to take that into account…
Letter from Hendrik. Ah, that explained it. Though, she’d generally expect better craftsmanship from him…
She wasn’t angry at him, so she opened it.
Samanþa. As per Her Highness Anisa Day’s first request, I’ve constructed a Woman’s Pink Stipospace Backpack wiþ Toggleable Antigravity Crystal to assist wiþ your studies. Testing indicates þe crystal has a charge of 80 þaum-hours, which should counteract 10 kg for 8 hours, every day. Assume it’s less, as it may have recharged over þe course of our tests. One can adjust force output.
As per Her Highness Anisa Day’s second request, I hope þis letter finds you alive. If Quincy truly was assassinated,She put the letter down. He was playing the game, too. He should know better. No one cared to know Quincy enough to understand exactly why he would’ve killed himself, and instead used the lack of understanding to justify paranoia, blame, and perhaps treason.
Not that she was opposed to any of that, in principle. It was just annoying they couldn’t be upfront about it.