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08.Oct.19, 01:57 AM
“My Lady,” Tazikel started, corner of his mouth ticking up in amusement, “if you were a Holder, your father would have been demanding I marry you the day after the Gather.” Well, if she were a proper lady, at least. There was a good deal more leeway for girls of lower status, though they were still expected to marry and have children, blah blah. Ladies couldn’t have as much fun without a good deal more caution and sneaking around. Something about making sure any children are for sure her husband’s or something, Tazikel didn’t much care. Or at least, he didn’t because he wasn’t married, maybe he’d start to care when he had a wife. He sure hoped he didn’t get that uptight, blegh.
He smiled widely at her potential acceptance of the invitations, already starting to plan out how said possible future visits might go. Wouldn’t be too hard to find a captain happy to let Tillek’s second son and a friend onto his ship for a few hours. And their stables had plenty of horses, including a number with steady temperments that shouldn’t worry Mylorah too terribly.
“I do know him,” Tazikel confirmed, nodding, “Tillek and Ista have a number of shared trading interests, and when my father visited Ista he would usually bring me and my older brother.” He paused in his explanation when they reached the edge of the plateau and he had to stop to gaze at the view for a few moments. Ista really was a beautiful island, and the Weyr was no exception - though not as beautiful as Tillek, obviously. Tazikel told Mylorah as much, sticking his tongue out at his required ‘but Tillek is the best’ disclaimer.
Once they’d settled themselves on the ground, Tazikel leaned in towards her conspiratorially to answer her request for details. “So my brother and Aldra, Ista’s heir, are the same age, and both the heirs, so they were always put with each other for things. And I’m the next son for Tillek, of course, and Kordiavis was Aldra’s friend, so we tended to be in the same circles when we visited. Sometimes it would be all four of us, but there were times Batenkel and Aldra got called away for heir things, so Kordiavis and I would be left to our own devices. Which usually meant I had the idea to do something dumb and dragged him along with me. One time I wanted to see all the guest rooms at Ista, so we…” he said, launching into a story of some adventures they’d gotten into as kids. Mostly he left more personal things alone. Embarrassing childhood stories were fair game, but Tazikel didn’t want to overstep Kordiavis’ privacy too much. The time he and Tazikel got caught covered in ash and soot because they were trying to climb up a chimney did not even slightly count, though.
“Now, Mylorah, dearest, you know you have to tell me all about Kordiavis at the Weyr, because I know very little about what he’s been up to in the turns since he left the Hold. Nothing he would truly be upset with you telling, of course, but you know. More detail than what I currently have.” Tazikel truly had no idea what Kordiavis of Ista Weyr was like, they’d only spoken briefly at the Gather. Kordiavis was always rather reserved, but Tazikel had the sense that had only increased with time - he’d seen the beginnings of it before the return of the dragons, but it seemed likely the change had progressed. He truly hoped Kordiavis had a few people - perhaps Mylorah, she would be good at it - to drag him into having fun sometimes.
He smiled widely at her potential acceptance of the invitations, already starting to plan out how said possible future visits might go. Wouldn’t be too hard to find a captain happy to let Tillek’s second son and a friend onto his ship for a few hours. And their stables had plenty of horses, including a number with steady temperments that shouldn’t worry Mylorah too terribly.
“I do know him,” Tazikel confirmed, nodding, “Tillek and Ista have a number of shared trading interests, and when my father visited Ista he would usually bring me and my older brother.” He paused in his explanation when they reached the edge of the plateau and he had to stop to gaze at the view for a few moments. Ista really was a beautiful island, and the Weyr was no exception - though not as beautiful as Tillek, obviously. Tazikel told Mylorah as much, sticking his tongue out at his required ‘but Tillek is the best’ disclaimer.
Once they’d settled themselves on the ground, Tazikel leaned in towards her conspiratorially to answer her request for details. “So my brother and Aldra, Ista’s heir, are the same age, and both the heirs, so they were always put with each other for things. And I’m the next son for Tillek, of course, and Kordiavis was Aldra’s friend, so we tended to be in the same circles when we visited. Sometimes it would be all four of us, but there were times Batenkel and Aldra got called away for heir things, so Kordiavis and I would be left to our own devices. Which usually meant I had the idea to do something dumb and dragged him along with me. One time I wanted to see all the guest rooms at Ista, so we…” he said, launching into a story of some adventures they’d gotten into as kids. Mostly he left more personal things alone. Embarrassing childhood stories were fair game, but Tazikel didn’t want to overstep Kordiavis’ privacy too much. The time he and Tazikel got caught covered in ash and soot because they were trying to climb up a chimney did not even slightly count, though.
“Now, Mylorah, dearest, you know you have to tell me all about Kordiavis at the Weyr, because I know very little about what he’s been up to in the turns since he left the Hold. Nothing he would truly be upset with you telling, of course, but you know. More detail than what I currently have.” Tazikel truly had no idea what Kordiavis of Ista Weyr was like, they’d only spoken briefly at the Gather. Kordiavis was always rather reserved, but Tazikel had the sense that had only increased with time - he’d seen the beginnings of it before the return of the dragons, but it seemed likely the change had progressed. He truly hoped Kordiavis had a few people - perhaps Mylorah, she would be good at it - to drag him into having fun sometimes.
