Summary: Horn taps into Sara in order to talk to Brian and is Not Amused(tm).
NOTE: This is a very rough draft with no editing at all (per National Novel Wiriting Month rules) and is presented for amusement value only. Think of it as a periscope into my writing process rather than a coherent story!
There will most likely be spelling and grammatical errors afoot as well as flat out bad writing, info dumps, plot holes, contradictions/retcons, uneven characterization and pacing. These snippits are also posted out of order, so please refer to the Outline to figure out where it’s supposed to fit.
“Have I mentioned that even suggesting this is considered a mortal insult in civilized society?” Horn objected, as he settled onto Sara’s shoulder and carefully tasted the edges of her neural activity. “Not only are you forcing me to use an interface that wasn’t bred for the task, but you’re treating me like some glorified translator.”
“Well you got talkative real fast,” Brian noted mildly and Horn hissed at him.
“I am disinclined to communicate with lesser species,” the elf snapped, “As it is rarely a good use of my time or theirs.” He winced as he tried to sort out his normal pathways from Sara’s convoluted though processes.
“Then I suppose I’ll have to thank you for humoring us.” Brian grinned.
“I suppose you will.” Horn finally worked out the last of the kinks and yawned in relief. “Alright, now that you’ve pestered the lines of communication open, what is so pressing you couldn’t have simply waited for the normal vocabulary acquisition to achieve?”
“You’re clearly an alien race,” Brian pointed out, “and you’re the first one we’ve ever run into. I’m trying to figure out how you got to Blue’s world and if you’ve ever seen anything like the Endless City before.”
“First off,” said Horn, “I’m highly offended at the insinuation that I am an alien race simply because I’m not a glorified monkey. Evolution is quite capable of producing non-primate intelligences and you should be a little more open to the idea considering you live in an artificially created bridge between dimensions. But yes, technically we are alien to the world which we entered the city from.”
Horn flipped his ears back as Blue snorted in amusement. “Yes, well, I’m sure they wouldn’t understand the concept of tunneling through Sídhe any more than you do, so please refrain from feeling superior.” Horn snapped.
Blue looked suitably chagrined and Horn turned back to Brian.
“We do not possess a city such as yours, nor the ability to cross dimensions. We had developed the ability to transverse space from one fixed planetary location to another and settled Blue’s world when they were still in a low-level nomadic stage. We’ve spent countless generations guiding their evolution into a perfect working companion. With luck someday they’ll be advanced enough to attempt the transverse home themselves.” Horn was rather smug about the whole thing.
“Well, that certainly answers the question of whether or not the dimensional splits were confined to the planet or not.” Brian said, “Although I can’t say I’m fond of the idea that we’ve apparently been bred as housepets in one reality.”
Horn shrugged, “I think it’s an improvement.”