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FLIGHT

General Weave

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Some are bound to walk the earth all their lives, dream of flying, but only see the skies with their eyes,

you broke out of those bonds, and dream no longer as the heights above you are yours to raise.

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'Who wouldn't want to be able to fly, right?'

It would be so cool to be able to soar through the sky. But no matter what the weave description said, I knew I wasn't able to - at least not the way I was just now. No, I didn't try to rise to the ceiling in my room; it was too small for that, nor did I jump out the window. Dungreen, the deranged asshole, made me try the [Flight] weave the moment he saw me grow symmetrical wings.

Dishearteningly, and much to Dungreen's great disappointment - the asshole expected much better results - my wings were too small and placed in the wrong spot. Even with the extra lift given to me by the weave, it only threw me off balance when I flapped my wings. BUT if it allowed me at least that much right from the start, with only one glyph engraved on the weave, who was to say I wouldn't eventually be able to fly?

'Even little birds had to learn to fly first, right?'

So, yeah, taking [Flight] as my weave was very tempting. And that was despite the fact that with my luck, I would likely run into a pigeon strong enough to beat my ass on the first flight. What bothered me the most, however, was that I didn't actually see any flyers soaring over the streets of Castiana. The more I thought about it, the more sure I was that there had to be more to it. Flying seemed too convenient not to take advantage of.

Was it regulated or even banned? If so, how would I learn to fly and train my weave then?

Not a problem I'd have if I took the other weaves. Yet even those were not without challenges of their own. With [Beast], for example, I wasn't sure if letting the feral ferocity deep inside me out like I did in the stables would be enough to give me any sigil - not to mention the danger of simply having the weave. Wouldn't that be like asking to be taken over by my inner beast?

'It would, wouldn't it?'

Even taking [Never-Dying], the path the Fae laid out for me, seemed more acceptable than that. While there was a threat that I would lose my freedom, in a sense, I would not lose myself. Besides, having the weave didn't sound that complicated.

I would imagine [Never-Dying] would require me to - well, just die, an easy job for Sage. All I had to do was hug my tail at night and let the weave do its thing. In theory, at least.

But speaking of poison - I was at my fart-holding limits.

As simple as it turned out to be, Ria's solution was crude and did not address the root of the problem - the creation of the poison itself. As far as I could tell, it was a minuscule amount, but holding it in all day accumulated enough of it to give me a very unpleasant sensation across my entire tail. The glands were full.

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When I looked at my faithful, wagging companion through my domain, I could see them bulging under the long hair of my tail. So much so, in fact, that I was afraid to touch Sage for fear of releasing the poison.

Would taking [Tail of Poison Empress] as my weave solve the problem, though? I didn't believe so.

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TAIL OF POISON EMPRESS

General Weave

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Death awaits everyone, but for some, it comes earlier in the form of a blazing orange cloud,

may your prey find solace in knowing that the sweet scent is something in which to be proud.

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The description of the weave spoke only of what I could already do, not of what I was able to do with the poison like a beast back in the cellar - wield it. Terrible memories as they were, I remembered the beast actually commanding that orange cloud, letting it slam into that shoelace bitch. And that would be a cool ability to have for sure, useful too. I wouldn't have to worry about filling my room with poison once I let it out. All I'd have to do would be to open the window and order the poison out and up to the sky.

But this way, I was worried it might fall down on the street, poisoning the unsuspecting people, thus sending me back behind bars.

"If only I could fly," I whispered, burying my head in the pillow in frustration. Seriously, it would be so easy. I'd just fly high above the rooftops and fart up there. This way, I had no choice but to plunge my room into an orange cloud for who knows how long, try to release the poison under the covers, and hope it stayed there or...

'Would that work, though?'

The more I thought about it, the more doubts I had about the idea of shoving my tail into the cast-iron stove and letting the poison go up the chimney. For one, it would leave my tail full of soot and me unable to lie down in that heavenly bed today unless I took another bath. Not to mention, I wasn't sure the poison would go up the chimney like smoke. What if it had instead spread down through other heaters connected to the chimney to other rooms?

'No, I couldn't risk killing the Scoresbys.'

Seeing no other option and really, really wanting to release the poison, I opened the window, just in case, and shoved Sage under the covers. Then, for the umpteenth time, making sure all the nooks and crannies of the blanket were tightly sealed - I farted.

'Ah... finally...'

If you put aside all the worries around and the dangers that come with it, one of the best feelings ever. The relief, incredible - it was like when you really have to pee but you can't, only to make it to the toilet at the last second.

My moment of unimaginable relief didn't last long, though.

'Shit! Shit, shit, shit!'

Despite my best efforts, an orange mist began to seep from beneath the folds and through the blanket itself.

'Stay there,' I pleaded, trying to blow at it, with little success. The poison haze shivered slightly, as if in mockery of me, and continued escaping into the room. It was only then, in that strange position, sitting on the bed above my tail trapped under the blanket, that I remembered my wings.

Without hesitation, I dove into my Grid Forge, took [Flight] instead of [Hunger Fortitude] for that extra lift, and flapped my wings, dispersing the escaped poison around the room and out the window. Like that, I sat there for a good hour, flapping my wings from time to time, releasing Sage only when I was sure there were no orange clouds left under the covers, just a faint apple aroma.

* You were poisoned

'Yeah, yeah,' I dismissed the Lattice notification, stroking my tail gently. 'Sorry Sage, I promise I'll find a better way.'

Relief had not yet settled in my heart when the scraping on the frame of the open window reached my ears. With bated breath, I turned around, finding a cat sitting there.

»Hello, Lady. For you,« the cat said, running her claws over the note tied around her neck.