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05.Oct.18, 04:13 AM
Jalazmar smiled as F’drel took the schedule, happy that Xyliah had mentioned they should make him a copy. He fully believed the continuous comments about needing time to adjust to such generosity and trust wasn’t freely won in a ten minute conversation—or months of extending essentially free reign with visits, it seemed. While he knew nothing of F’drel’s life in Nabol and what may have transpired behind closed doors, Jalazmar was well-versed in the way of the Lords he knew, including his brothers. Even he had a slightly shady past with losing his virginity to a woman on the cleaning staff after she had widowed and he returned from Nabol. They reunited again a couple of years later for more romps in bed but she had been willing; not everyone that tangled with a Lord was. It was why, outside the deception that brought them together in that room, Jalazmar tried his hardest to be open and transparent.
He knew they weren’t equals and no matter how hard he tried to show he was a genuine man and rather laidback, they would likely never be friends either. But he still had to try to get F’drel to ease out of some old habits that, Jalazmar feared, had been beaten into him at a young age. “You really must stop with the constant ‘my lord’ thing, F’drel. I’m not your lord, we don’t even live in the same region. Even if we did, I have no authority over dragonriders.” He already knew that this idea was going to rub the wrong way for the greenrider and Jalazmar could already see easy arguments, such as how even he called the Lord Holders ‘my lord’ since they ranked well above him. Before his brothers got a bit too murderous, he used to tease them with the phrase as well with a slight mocking tone, of course, but he’d still done it.
“When you’re in my home, you’re an invited guest. I’d much prefer you just call me Jalazmar or toss in a title when others are around if it makes you more comfortable.” He really didn’t think F’drel would manage to do it even in their current conversation, let alone when he next showed up at the hold, but Jalazmar tried. He returned to sipping at his juice, contemplating if there was anything else he wanted to mention while they were together but felt like he had covered all the issues.
“Is there anything you wanted to ask or address while we’re together? As I said, it’s an open conversation and I want to know what’s on your mind about your family and where they are now.” He could easily ask the staff if they were happy but they would say they were even if he had them sleeping with the pigs without blankets. It was good to get a somewhat outside opinion on things and Jalazmar wasn’t foolish, he knew F’drel was the oldest and would want to protect his siblings, especially the girls, as much as he could, and might want to get them to the Weyr at some point. Honestly, Jalazmar would be fine with it. He liked them all and they worked hard but he didn’t want to force anyone to stay where they weren’t happy, even servants. His father put a noose around his neck to marry or be cut out of the family and while the marriage actually worked out well, that wasn’t always how things ended.
He knew they weren’t equals and no matter how hard he tried to show he was a genuine man and rather laidback, they would likely never be friends either. But he still had to try to get F’drel to ease out of some old habits that, Jalazmar feared, had been beaten into him at a young age. “You really must stop with the constant ‘my lord’ thing, F’drel. I’m not your lord, we don’t even live in the same region. Even if we did, I have no authority over dragonriders.” He already knew that this idea was going to rub the wrong way for the greenrider and Jalazmar could already see easy arguments, such as how even he called the Lord Holders ‘my lord’ since they ranked well above him. Before his brothers got a bit too murderous, he used to tease them with the phrase as well with a slight mocking tone, of course, but he’d still done it.
“When you’re in my home, you’re an invited guest. I’d much prefer you just call me Jalazmar or toss in a title when others are around if it makes you more comfortable.” He really didn’t think F’drel would manage to do it even in their current conversation, let alone when he next showed up at the hold, but Jalazmar tried. He returned to sipping at his juice, contemplating if there was anything else he wanted to mention while they were together but felt like he had covered all the issues.
“Is there anything you wanted to ask or address while we’re together? As I said, it’s an open conversation and I want to know what’s on your mind about your family and where they are now.” He could easily ask the staff if they were happy but they would say they were even if he had them sleeping with the pigs without blankets. It was good to get a somewhat outside opinion on things and Jalazmar wasn’t foolish, he knew F’drel was the oldest and would want to protect his siblings, especially the girls, as much as he could, and might want to get them to the Weyr at some point. Honestly, Jalazmar would be fine with it. He liked them all and they worked hard but he didn’t want to force anyone to stay where they weren’t happy, even servants. His father put a noose around his neck to marry or be cut out of the family and while the marriage actually worked out well, that wasn’t always how things ended.
