Norway, Friday Afternoon
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anarchist_queenLeda had wanted to play with her new toys; earbud translators. But the Norwegian ambassador had confided that their on staff translator was really looking forward to translating Elvish, so she'd caved.
She'd been in Norway for a week now, but she didn't quite count her first weekend, as she'd spent those two days as a slightly less feral than usual child.
The reporter who'd come to interview her had been told that the little kid was one of Leda's many charges, and that Leda herself had been unexpectedly delayed at the last minute. They'd rescheduled, and once the strangers had left the hotel room, Sila had managed to coax Florida out from under the bed.
Sila, Ron, and Tristan did some sight-seeing. (Due to the differences in the timelines, Leda's Earth is still summer.) Florida rode on Ron's shoulders, and Tristan did his best not to dwell on the fact that his girlfriend was currently 4 years old. It wasn't like she hadn't warned him.
Then when the effects of what they assumed was the Fandom Effect wore off, they were able to make more of their trip.
They'd visited a large bookstore in Oslo and Leda and the translator had gotten into a discussion about Fantasy and Science Fiction, initiated because of the "Faerie" section, one of the main reasons for the state visit. It was here where the first of hopefully many displays of Fae authors exported to Earth went up.
"The concept of fantasy and sci-fi are sort of, reversed in Faerie." Leda had said. "Though, if if weren't for the blatantly made up worlds, we'd just regard human fantasy stories to be straight up adventure or drama stories with wildly inaccurate depictions." She smirked. "But we're kind of used to the idea of other realms, even if getting to them, and I'm including Earth here, was theoretical at best. Sort of like in Science Fiction with the idea of travelling throughout the universe and encountering beings that could exist, even if again, they're only theoretical.
"Whereas science fiction for us, I don't think anyone in Faerie ever thought of outer space as anything other than maybe the astral plane. So it seems as made up to us as say, The Master of the Bracelets is here."
And now they were on a ferry, and there were already many pictures of Leda with locals and other tourists posted online, and at least one youtube clip of Leda unabashedly gaping at the scenery. And the translator was playing with her toys.
"I hope these don't put me out of a job." Ase grumbled.
On the other side of the ferry, Tristan was shyly giving his first ever interview.
"So Dwarf women don't all have beards?"
He shook his head, marveling at the stereotype. "No. I mean, they can grow them if they want. But as far as I know, very few of them want to." Dwarf women tended towards short hair as well, which was, as far as Tristan was concerned, an amusing reversal of the human traditions.
"Has your preference to be clean shaven caused um, problems in that regard?"
"Yes." he said flatly. "It's one of the reasons I moved out of Faerie. Men and women were treating me...well like a freak. So I went to Bordertown where it's no big deal. I just get teased for being short."
[Open for texts, calls, or anyone who wants to come tourist with her.]
She'd been in Norway for a week now, but she didn't quite count her first weekend, as she'd spent those two days as a slightly less feral than usual child.
The reporter who'd come to interview her had been told that the little kid was one of Leda's many charges, and that Leda herself had been unexpectedly delayed at the last minute. They'd rescheduled, and once the strangers had left the hotel room, Sila had managed to coax Florida out from under the bed.
Sila, Ron, and Tristan did some sight-seeing. (Due to the differences in the timelines, Leda's Earth is still summer.) Florida rode on Ron's shoulders, and Tristan did his best not to dwell on the fact that his girlfriend was currently 4 years old. It wasn't like she hadn't warned him.
Then when the effects of what they assumed was the Fandom Effect wore off, they were able to make more of their trip.
They'd visited a large bookstore in Oslo and Leda and the translator had gotten into a discussion about Fantasy and Science Fiction, initiated because of the "Faerie" section, one of the main reasons for the state visit. It was here where the first of hopefully many displays of Fae authors exported to Earth went up.
"The concept of fantasy and sci-fi are sort of, reversed in Faerie." Leda had said. "Though, if if weren't for the blatantly made up worlds, we'd just regard human fantasy stories to be straight up adventure or drama stories with wildly inaccurate depictions." She smirked. "But we're kind of used to the idea of other realms, even if getting to them, and I'm including Earth here, was theoretical at best. Sort of like in Science Fiction with the idea of travelling throughout the universe and encountering beings that could exist, even if again, they're only theoretical.
"Whereas science fiction for us, I don't think anyone in Faerie ever thought of outer space as anything other than maybe the astral plane. So it seems as made up to us as say, The Master of the Bracelets is here."
And now they were on a ferry, and there were already many pictures of Leda with locals and other tourists posted online, and at least one youtube clip of Leda unabashedly gaping at the scenery. And the translator was playing with her toys.
"I hope these don't put me out of a job." Ase grumbled.
On the other side of the ferry, Tristan was shyly giving his first ever interview.
"So Dwarf women don't all have beards?"
He shook his head, marveling at the stereotype. "No. I mean, they can grow them if they want. But as far as I know, very few of them want to." Dwarf women tended towards short hair as well, which was, as far as Tristan was concerned, an amusing reversal of the human traditions.
"Has your preference to be clean shaven caused um, problems in that regard?"
"Yes." he said flatly. "It's one of the reasons I moved out of Faerie. Men and women were treating me...well like a freak. So I went to Bordertown where it's no big deal. I just get teased for being short."
[Open for texts, calls, or anyone who wants to come tourist with her.]
