RVA: The Parable of the GlassblowerOnce there was a Commoner vixen, a glassblower by trade. Working by her furnace, she blew into a steel tube, creating exquisite glass globes that she shaped into bowls, wine glasses, lenses for both eyeglasses and scopes for examining the worlds in the sky and in a drop of water. The countess she served praised her for her skill, heaping reward upon reward, and the Glassblower wanted for nothing. Though in truth she wanted little at all, being totally devoted to her art.RVA: The Parable of the Glassblower by Sir-Talen
In time, the Glassblower took on an apprentice, whom she drove mercilessly, even as she imparted every skill she'd ever learned upon him. But though the apprentice was gifted, she thought him lazy, for he was never by the glass forge as much as she.
“Where do you go for hours at a time?” the Glassblower raged. “Late to the forge in the morning. Leaving before the sun has set. What is there for you besides the glass?”
“My wife is warm and I loathe to leave our bed,” the apprentice rep
FYS: The Quisling's Tale, Part Three“To save us,” Anna repeated. “That's nice.” She backed away slightly. “Save us from what?”FYS: The Quisling's Tale, Part Three by Sir-Talen
“From your own destruction,” the Troll replied.
“Okay then.” Before she could say anything further, Anna's mobile rang. She looked at the number and answered in surprise, “Mamma? Oh, thank God! Yes, I'm all right. I'm just locked in the store with my manager. We can't open the doors and the emergency polis number isn't picking up. What? Well, there's the store's Troll, but he isn't acting aggressive. What's happening? Where are you? Okay, good. Look, as soon as we figure a way out of here, I'll call you. I'm sure everything will be all right. Have you heard from Pappa? Okay, let me know if you do. Love you. Stay safe.”
She hung up and hurried back to Gullwi, who was just finishing a call of her own. “What's up?” Anna asked.
“William is home with the children,” Gullwi said. “He
FYS: The Quisling's Tale, Part TwoA very weird voice in the back of Anna's head was announcing In case of the Robot Apocalypse, please press Two, even as she took advantage of the Troll looking at Gullwi. Stepping behind it, she hit the EMER OFF button on the control panel in the back of its head.FYS: The Quisling's Tale, Part Two by Sir-Talen
Nothing at all happened, except for the Troll turning around and saying, “That won't work, Miss Quisling.”
“I can see that,” Anna said, with more calm than she felt. Gullwi looked like she was about start screaming her head off, and for once Anna couldn't blame her. But she waved the other woman down, and told the Troll, “Could you go back to work shelving, please?”
“Yes, Miss Quisling. The troll turned away and went back to shelving, as if it were functioning perfectly normally. Anna grabbed Gullwi and dragged her out of sight in the back of the store.
“You need to calm down,” Anna whispered to her.
“Calm down?” Gullwi whispered back fiercely. “We
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