(Just before this, the half-nymph Hozlefunashti began to explain about the situation in the fairy forest while Winstance undoes the curse trapping him to a couch. And, go!)
“What do you know of Moffer Bones? How does he look? Is he—deformed at all?” Hozlefunashti asked, and I got a bit distracted again and gave Hozlefunashti a disbelieving sort of look, because Moffer Bones is definitely not deformed, gosh. He’s, like, the most beautiful guy I’ve ever seen, and I guess Hozlefunashti could interpret the surprise in my eyes, because he smiled. “So Moffer was not born a monster? He has all his limbs and can see?” Hozlefunashti asked.
“Why would Moffer Bones be blind or have missing limbs?” I asked, feeling thoroughly confused, and Hozlefunashti laughed and waved a dismissive hand.
“It is the blending of god and fairy. It’s not natural, and children eons ago were often malformed when they sprang from the joining of such forced pairings. There was always great speculation during the pregnancy that Moffer would be unable to walk, or be missing large chunks of his body. So he is normal?” Hozlefunashti asked.
“How long have you been trapped here?” I asked, because I had no clue how all the timelines matched up.
“Oh, a long time. We can talk over all that as we pin down names and ages. But Moffer is hale and strong?” Hozlefunashti asked.
“He looks like a small human. He doesn’t have wings,” I said.
“Ah. There you are. Deformed,” Hozlefunashti said with a firm nod, and he rushed on before I could explain that Moffer Bones could still do magic and fly, even without them. “There was much outrage among all the royal family when Princess Danye threw herself at an ancient god. It meant that a big change was coming, and no one wanted another disruption of the status quo.
“This is why Amance is so urgent to transcend, so she can be on the other side before it happens. We’ll go back to our straightening-out of the whole situation as you work. I hope very much that I’ll be able to stand up when you’re done. You’ve no idea how onerous it is to be trapped perpetually on a couch in another form. I’m quite good-looking in my natural state. First, I will tell you the meaning and history of your name, Winstance,” Hozlefunashti said in this really decided, firm tone.
You’re reading Victor Poole, and in my current story, [redacted cool stuff] is happening!