IWUAaDNW: Party 5.1

I made my pixie flash an image of Karjn, whom I could see in the communication tent through the eyes of her raven.

Ulfric, who had been looking over Gwen as she searched through the tall grass, saw it.

“Finally got your flashers, uh?” he grunted. “Good. Does that mean you want to talk to that woman?”

I flashed an image of a hand with its thumb raised up.

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I flashed a burning tongue and a handshake.

“What the fuck?” she asked.

“Luminous Pixies. They can make illusions. Never seen those?” Ulfric asked.

She shook her head. “Magnus didn’t have pixie floors. That’s…” I made the illusion again, and she somehow reacted fast enough to whip her hand through it. “Huh. That’s pretty neat. So… uh… burning tongue… tonguebu––You contacted Tongueburn?” Suddenly all business, she hurriedly knelt down so she was closer to my illusions. “Did she agree to work with us?”

I flashed a thumbs up.

“That means yes, I think,” Ulfric pointed out.

“Hm,” Karjn nodded.

The next illusion I made was of a woodlands with 3 dirt paths intersecting in the middle, and a handshake in the middle of the 3 paths. Then, a letter from an image of the village to the fort. I had to repeat that last one, since the letter was a bit hard to see in a quarter of a second.

“She agreed to meet us at a certain place, and the fort needs to be told. Got it,” Karjn stood up. “Gotta say, this is already better than that word wall of yours.”

“I hope you didn’t use too much strength getting it, though,” Ulfric said. “Talking to us is nice and all, but you shouldn’t forget yourself. Pixies aren’t strong.”

I was on the same fence as Ulfric there.

Karjn was not. Before she walked out of the tent, she turned around and raised an eyebrow. “I can think of a few of ways she could use that to fuck people over, and I’m sure she can think of a couple more herself. Strength isn’t everything––hell, she might not have time to dig deep enough to get anything strong enough to protect herself normally.”

Which… reminded me. I started disassembling the tent while flashing an image at Ulfric: a set of squares on top of each other, with the first one having a tiny little stick person, and the bottom floor having just one massive flexing bicep. A question mark accompanied it, and they’d all seen me use that one enough to know what I used it for.

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I tried flashing a hand waving back and forth, but it was pretty much impossible to do that in a quarter of a second. Ulfric grunted.

“I’m not even going to try figuring that one out.”