Chapter Two Hundred and Ninety-Five - In This Solemn Hour

Chapter Two Hundred and Ninety-Five - In This Solemn Hour

Chapter Two Hundred and Ninety-Five - In This Solemn Hour

Everything is terrible and I hate my life.

I glanced up from the paper I was reading to stare across the room.

Amaryllis was standing over her desk. It was a desk that Mister Jared, the innkeeper, had brought in with the help of a few manservants.

Mister Jared had been nothing but nice since we arrived at the Dewdrop Inn. I think having Bastion escort us over had helped a lot, though he did seem like a good and friendly person from the start.

Having two princesses show up at his door though? That had really made him pepped up and excited. I was pretty sure that any one of us could ask him to draw twelve baths in a row and hed do it all himself with a smile and a spring in his step. Asking him for a desk or two so that Amaryllis paperwork could stop crowding the dining table had been easy.

Are you okay? I asked, setting aside mental tangents about nice innkeepers.

Amaryllis wiggled her wings at the desk. This, she said. She groaned then started pacing.

Uh, yeah, that, I agreed.

She nodded her head, and I was pretty sure that we had communicated something that I didnt mean to.

But besides... that, are you okay? I asked again.

She huffed an irritated, tired huff of frustration. I wasnt sure if it was aimed at me or the papers. This is a lot more complicated than I thought it would be, she finally said.

I was happy that she was back to using words. Its all political stuff. Arent those usually pretty complicated?

Yes, of course. But... well, as loath as I am to admit it, I suspected that I would have a much easier time with all of this. I grew up in the Harpy Mountains, I studied Sylphfrees politics as a hatchling! This should all be stuff I know!

I nodded. Youre doing just great, I said.

She puffed out her chest and placed talons on hips. Oh dont patronise me, Broccoli, you dont have a clue whats going on here.

It was my turn to huff. Well, Im trying to help, thats all, I said. I took a deep breath. I didnt want to start arguing with her. We didnt need that, and it wouldnt be productive at all. Im sorry I cant help you more. But that doesnt mean I cant help you at all. Whats the matter right now?

Its, she started, then waved her wings at all the papers again. All this. Its too much.

Exponential complication, Awen said. She was sitting on a big poofy chair next to a bay window at the end of the room, a large tome on her lap that nearly hid her entirely.

Whats that? I asked.

She glanced up from her book. Suppose you start with a small, simple problem. It has one variable, only one thing to keep track of. If you add a second variable, however, you must track not only the two variables, but also the relationship between them - three things you must keep in mind. If the variables increase to three, then the number of things to track increases to seven--"

"Wait," Amaryllis interjected before I could wrap my head around that. "I only counted six. Three variables and three unique pairings that each yield another interaction."

"There's a seventh interaction because all three variables could have a trinary interaction." Awen paused. "I think."

"Hm," Amaryllis leaned back in her chair and crossed her arms. "Now that I think of it, couldn't interactions also trigger more interactions that don't otherwise occur? Some kind of cascade?"

Awen frowned. "It might depend on how you philosophically model the concepts of variables and interactions. I haven't studied this that much."

Ill be going up against people who have entire classes dedicated to politics and diplomacy, not to mention entire skillsets that revolve around charisma. In that regard your own skills might trump mine once behind the podium.

I considered it for a moment, then slowly nodded. If were just counting skills, then yeah, I guess. You cant use puppetry or lightning to get your way in a debate. Well, not fairly at least. But those are just skills. Youre pretty great at this kind of stuff, even if you dont have skills around it.

Those skills I dont have are a huge force multiplier, Amaryllis said.

Then I guess well have to work real hard to make up for it.

She sighed. Which is exactly what Im doing. And why I think my feathers will fall right off of me. This is a lot to take in. Im dipping into sylph history too, there are plenty of books around here that touch on that. A few reports on the cervid, some on the grenoil, though not as many there. This is... a mess.

I bounced to my feet, walked over to Amaryllis, then gave her a good hug. She really needed it. Itll be fine, I said. Maybe we can start on the speech instead? Just a first draft, we can overhaul it once you learn more. Besides, how much do you want to say?

She frowned, then nodded. Youre right. Less might be more here. A shorter, more concise speech. I can touch on the wants of the larger harpy populace, maybe mention our fears of what a war would mean.

Not all the harpy want to avoid a war, I mentioned. It wasnt a nice thought, but it was true.

Youre right... maybe I can mention as much? Acknowledge that a lot of harpy are revelling in the possibilities brought on by new technologies, but insist that they shouldn't be turned towards slaughter?

I nodded along. That sounds like a good start.

Amaryllis rushed over to a desk, muttered something rude as she brushed aside some papers to find an inkwell, then returned to the dining table and pulled out a seat for herself. She looked around, then said something very rude to no one in particular before plucking a feather out of her wing to use as a quill. She scribbled a bullet list on a piece of loose leaf.

Alright, thats a very rough outline, she said. I also need to flatter the others, though not too much.

That would take up too much time, I said.

No, the time isnt the issue--well, not the only one at least. If I spend even a word too much flattering the cervid they might think that were in a weaker position relative to them. Theyll confuse humility for weakness. At the same time, I need to praise and compliment the others. But I cant single out any one of them. Well, perhaps the grenoil, theyre ostensibly allies in this.

Dont, Awen said. Try to keep it even. Favouring the grenoil would insult the cervid. Theres still some old animosity between the two, Ill bet.

Right, Amaryllis said. Youre pretty keen with all of this, Awen.

My mom made me take lessons about this kind of stuff, Awen said. I thought Id forgotten a lot of it, but I guess its all still in the back of my head.

Thats handy, I said. I dont think I had any awesome secret knowledge to rely on.

Awen shrugged. It doesnt come up very often, but its not bad to know.

Amaryllis scribbled a few more things. What else, she muttered. Oh, right. She bent down and added a few more lines to her list. And a bit of... of course...

Uh, you alright? I asked.

Yes. Now give me about eight hours to write this, then we can start the revisions and rewrites, she said.

I held back a sigh. This was very important, to the world and for Amaryllis, so I wasnt going to tell anyone that I found it a little bit boring.

Sometimes it was hard to be there for a friend, but that was okay too!

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