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16.Aug.19, 03:13 AM
“Well, lucky me that you value your hands,” Tazikel laughed. He liked Kordiavis, prickliness and all. Most if it was clearly for show anyway, otherwise Kordiavis would never have tolerated Tazikel as much as he did when they were children. Young Tazikel had always been delighted by Kordiavis putting up with being dragged into whatever adventure Tazikel had made up for the day. As they got older, Tazikel started thinking that Kordiavis had gone along with his ideas less because he wanted to or particularly liked Tazikel and more because not all people gave not-a-Lord-Kordiavis all that much attention and Tazikel was perfectly happy to commandeer the quiet kid to explore or get into mischief.
It worked out pretty well most of the time. Batenkel and Aldra were the same age and got along well, and then Tazikel felt he and Kordiavis were sometimes the slightly younger tag-alongs on whatever the oldest boys were doing. And when Ten and Aldra were busy being first sons, Tazikel and Kordiavis would still hang out. Which, as the louder of the two of them (and the actual Lord, though that didn’t always occur to him at the time), meant it was usually Tazikel deciding what they got up to.
“I’m glad you’re doing well, though I hope you’re not left completely alone. I know you like your space, but I imagine it would get boring after a while, no one insisting you do dumb shit with them,” he teased. Tazikel did mean it that he was glad Kordiavis was doing well; he didn’t want any of his friends, no matter how rarely he saw them, to be having a horrible life. And the Weyrs sounded fascinating.
“Den of debauchery, you say? What sort of place are you living Kordiavis?” Tazikel asked, voice pitched up as he feigned being scandalized by the suggestion, though his grin clearly said otherwise. Not that Tazikel was overly experienced in debauchery, but he liked the idea of it. “Maybe I’ll have to visit someday, confirm for myself that they’re treating you right,” he said.
“Hmn, no, my dear parents seem to be deliberating over potential ladies, but for the moment I remain unattached. I assume you heard Ten got married, no? Itherida of Nabol, which makes him and Aldra brothers of a sort now. I still wonder if they conspired on that.” Tazikel shrugged, uncaring. Well, a little caring. He rather hoped his parents deliberated on possible wives for him for a very long time. At least he knew he’d be a better husband than Batenkel, though that wasn’t hard. Poor Itherida. “How about you, Kordiavis?” he asked, smiling innocently, “You have any lady in particular? Or is that against the rules of Weyr debauchery.”
It worked out pretty well most of the time. Batenkel and Aldra were the same age and got along well, and then Tazikel felt he and Kordiavis were sometimes the slightly younger tag-alongs on whatever the oldest boys were doing. And when Ten and Aldra were busy being first sons, Tazikel and Kordiavis would still hang out. Which, as the louder of the two of them (and the actual Lord, though that didn’t always occur to him at the time), meant it was usually Tazikel deciding what they got up to.
“I’m glad you’re doing well, though I hope you’re not left completely alone. I know you like your space, but I imagine it would get boring after a while, no one insisting you do dumb shit with them,” he teased. Tazikel did mean it that he was glad Kordiavis was doing well; he didn’t want any of his friends, no matter how rarely he saw them, to be having a horrible life. And the Weyrs sounded fascinating.
“Den of debauchery, you say? What sort of place are you living Kordiavis?” Tazikel asked, voice pitched up as he feigned being scandalized by the suggestion, though his grin clearly said otherwise. Not that Tazikel was overly experienced in debauchery, but he liked the idea of it. “Maybe I’ll have to visit someday, confirm for myself that they’re treating you right,” he said.
“Hmn, no, my dear parents seem to be deliberating over potential ladies, but for the moment I remain unattached. I assume you heard Ten got married, no? Itherida of Nabol, which makes him and Aldra brothers of a sort now. I still wonder if they conspired on that.” Tazikel shrugged, uncaring. Well, a little caring. He rather hoped his parents deliberated on possible wives for him for a very long time. At least he knew he’d be a better husband than Batenkel, though that wasn’t hard. Poor Itherida. “How about you, Kordiavis?” he asked, smiling innocently, “You have any lady in particular? Or is that against the rules of Weyr debauchery.”
