The Blog of Roon

Tamasi dropped a bomb, but it didn’t go off. She has been informed that she has no choice but to go along with the stunner just dropped in her lap. Informed… frankly rather rudely.

She just told off the court minister passing along this information in no uncertain terms. This is not something Tamasi would normally do, but she does not countenance disrespect (well, except when directed against her alone by her family; that she tolerates).

And if the stunner does actually come to pass, she would be quite capable of making the court minister regret his rudeness, she would. Better he should realize that now.

If she’s really lucky, telling him off will send him and his stunners away… she isn’t thinking about that, but I am!

I am also learning that my fluff-writing has started to resemble Golden Age pulp fantasy in a startling and rather unsettling fashion. Ah, well. I never claimed I was good at this. At least it’s tolerably good Golden Age pulp—not quite Leigh Brackett, but not too bad.

(This is a great thread. I am loving every bit of it. And despite appearances, I don’t think Tamasi is being railroaded—I honestly don’t know what’s going to happen, and I am chewing my fingernails to find out!)

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