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01.Jul.13, 03:30 PM
Warkhim's dark eyes shot up from his papers as Kira entered his study, narrowing for a split second in distaste as she bowed. It appeared the little drudge had snagged a novel, likely a picture book, during her sojourn. He quickly righted his face with a wide mouthed smile as she stood upright before he rose from his chair with a nod of his head. "Please, take a seat," he smoothly told her, gesturing to the chair on the other side of the desk.
"So good to see you again, Kira. You must have been quite busy with your duties to put me off so long, and I've got a great deal I've been waiting to tell you," he said offhandedly as he reorganized the scrolls, compendiums, and other assorted paperwork on his desk. Warkhim gathered his thoughts, still internally debating how best to approach his explanation of her heritage. He assumed she had next to no knowledge of her family tree, or how Telgar Family Tree worked in the first place, and that his duties as the Head Archivist included teaching the curious members of the unwashed masses as much as their tiny brains could struggle to contain. Really, I am too generous, he mentally sighed.
He cleared his throat, beginning in a professional, lecturing tone, "Now. What you see before you is the official Telgarian Family Tree, or the Telgar Blood Line, as some call it." He pointed to the Lord Holder, Derrigan of Telgar, whose name was dead center in the unfurled scroll. Though the sheer number of names and dates on the Blood Line would be overwhelming to the untrained eye, it was not nearly as detailed as his own private scroll. This one included only Derrigan's legitimate children and other kin, whereas Warkhim had taken extreme measures to capture all of the bastards and make reasonable guesses about their parentage in the rare cases when it was still debated.
"This is Derrigan of Telgar, our resident Lord Holder, and the focal point of our discussion. You can see the commonalities between his name, his father's name, his father's father's name, and so on. The "erri", or "E-R-R-I", of the Holder's name has been passed down for generations as something akin to a status symbol." He spelled out the simple string of letters in a sharp staccato, still operating under the impression that Kira couldn't read. Leaning forward, Warkhim's long index finger dragged to his left, her right, as he pointed to his own name.
"You see here? This is me. Warkhim, son of Rilwarina of Telgar and Khimadav the trader." It took every ounce of his self-control not to sneer at his parents' names, the idiotic old fools that they were. "I cannot claim the "of Telgar" surname because my mother married a commoner." Though the displeasure did not register on Warkhim's face, he had still not forgiven Rilwarina for the costly transgression her love had afforded him. It was a cruel fate to be born just outside the nobles' circle, cursed forever to bow at the fringes of the higher class. "But I'm close enough on the line to be Lord Derrigan's first cousin, once removed."
Peering up at her, he noticed her pretty face's proximity with a lascivious grin. Kira was a delightful little beastie to observe, though he could have done without her stutter and greasy day job. Before divulging all the succulent details of her claim to fame and family (and the even more delicious tidbits he'd found on her betrothed, Falon the healer-boy) he lightly asked, "But before we get to the nitty-gritty minutiae on your bloodline, I'm curious about that book you have. Tell me what it's about."
"So good to see you again, Kira. You must have been quite busy with your duties to put me off so long, and I've got a great deal I've been waiting to tell you," he said offhandedly as he reorganized the scrolls, compendiums, and other assorted paperwork on his desk. Warkhim gathered his thoughts, still internally debating how best to approach his explanation of her heritage. He assumed she had next to no knowledge of her family tree, or how Telgar Family Tree worked in the first place, and that his duties as the Head Archivist included teaching the curious members of the unwashed masses as much as their tiny brains could struggle to contain. Really, I am too generous, he mentally sighed.
He cleared his throat, beginning in a professional, lecturing tone, "Now. What you see before you is the official Telgarian Family Tree, or the Telgar Blood Line, as some call it." He pointed to the Lord Holder, Derrigan of Telgar, whose name was dead center in the unfurled scroll. Though the sheer number of names and dates on the Blood Line would be overwhelming to the untrained eye, it was not nearly as detailed as his own private scroll. This one included only Derrigan's legitimate children and other kin, whereas Warkhim had taken extreme measures to capture all of the bastards and make reasonable guesses about their parentage in the rare cases when it was still debated.
"This is Derrigan of Telgar, our resident Lord Holder, and the focal point of our discussion. You can see the commonalities between his name, his father's name, his father's father's name, and so on. The "erri", or "E-R-R-I", of the Holder's name has been passed down for generations as something akin to a status symbol." He spelled out the simple string of letters in a sharp staccato, still operating under the impression that Kira couldn't read. Leaning forward, Warkhim's long index finger dragged to his left, her right, as he pointed to his own name.
"You see here? This is me. Warkhim, son of Rilwarina of Telgar and Khimadav the trader." It took every ounce of his self-control not to sneer at his parents' names, the idiotic old fools that they were. "I cannot claim the "of Telgar" surname because my mother married a commoner." Though the displeasure did not register on Warkhim's face, he had still not forgiven Rilwarina for the costly transgression her love had afforded him. It was a cruel fate to be born just outside the nobles' circle, cursed forever to bow at the fringes of the higher class. "But I'm close enough on the line to be Lord Derrigan's first cousin, once removed."
Peering up at her, he noticed her pretty face's proximity with a lascivious grin. Kira was a delightful little beastie to observe, though he could have done without her stutter and greasy day job. Before divulging all the succulent details of her claim to fame and family (and the even more delicious tidbits he'd found on her betrothed, Falon the healer-boy) he lightly asked, "But before we get to the nitty-gritty minutiae on your bloodline, I'm curious about that book you have. Tell me what it's about."
