- Nov 22, 2014
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Sifa was not a very competitive person, as Fweiu understood it. Not usually. Competition meant making an effort, and Sifa was, for lack of a better word, lazy. Embarrassingly lazy.
But if you put him in front of a chessboard, you could see another side of him, cold and calculating. He made the board like a thin sheet of ice over a river - shift some weight in the wrong places and you could be plummeting down, swept away and drowning.
Fweiu was a good player too - she had been playing this game with her brother for over a century. The game brought out his competitive spirit. They could really connect when they played. And the chess could absorb her thought, drawing it away from her worries. Liun. The endless snowstorm. Negotiations with the faerie delegation.
Fweiu's chess set was made of enchanted, unmelting ice. The pieces would look unfamiliar to a human player, and they had different names in Draconic. After she moved a piece, she spoke: "By the way. You wanted to talk to me about something the other day. So, let's talk."
@Ephemral
But if you put him in front of a chessboard, you could see another side of him, cold and calculating. He made the board like a thin sheet of ice over a river - shift some weight in the wrong places and you could be plummeting down, swept away and drowning.
Fweiu was a good player too - she had been playing this game with her brother for over a century. The game brought out his competitive spirit. They could really connect when they played. And the chess could absorb her thought, drawing it away from her worries. Liun. The endless snowstorm. Negotiations with the faerie delegation.
Fweiu's chess set was made of enchanted, unmelting ice. The pieces would look unfamiliar to a human player, and they had different names in Draconic. After she moved a piece, she spoke: "By the way. You wanted to talk to me about something the other day. So, let's talk."
@Ephemral