The door closed on my mother and baby Tesha, the servants who had brought our tiny amount of luggage, everyone. It was as if quiet followed along afterwards in the cool blue rooms that were home now. I looked at Gan and Fara and Ky and… it was confusing. I wanted to hug them all… but I didn’t want to be improper.
Kyriala fixed my hesitation. She stepped forward and as gently as if we
were going to dance slid her arms around my waist and laid her head against
me. I folded her in my arms as if she
were made of glass.
“I just wanted to welcome you home properly, Minis,”
she said. “Nothing to be worried about.” She tightened her grip and then let me go and
I, perforce, had to let her go as well, to not be a clingy, uncouth fellow. She smiled up at me… when did I get so
tall? She tapped me on the chest and the
mouth with her fan. “I trust you’ll do
everything properly.”
Of course I would!
I’d turn myself inside out trying if that was what she wanted, but would
that be right for her? For me? For all four of us? Fara was smiling at me and Gan too, with his
one hand on her shoulder.
“I… should wish you goodnight then, Ky. I’ve missed you. Would you and your friends be able to come to
a swimming party in the Lesser Baths? I
understand they are becoming very popular.”
I just thought of it. I’d be able
to invite my Dyer friends and all of her friends as well.
She smiled at me, very brightly for so late at
night. “That would be wonderful. I look forward to it. Good night, Min.” She kissed the tip of her own fan and laid it
against my lips, where I was grinning like simpleton.
I managed to kiss it, the silver cloth smooth
against my lip and cough and wish her a good night as well. “Let me… shall I… um…”
“My chaperon will do very well to walk me to my
chair, thank you, Min. Send a note for
when the party shall be, hmmm?”
She hugged Fara and Gannara like she’d hugged me,
kissed them both, while my jaw hit the floor.
She kissed Gan and she kissed
Fara. Um… I know she can’t kiss me, we’re
not betrothed any more and it’s private but but but. I wanted to kiss her. I wanted her to kiss me… more than the silly
fan.
While I was floundering she smiled another goodnight
and was escorted out, by her chaperone, who had been on the other side of the
door this whole time. What was the woman
thinking? But it seemed to be all right,
they were all smiling at me. Sometimes I just don’t understand. I’m just not that quick when it comes to
nuances of my own culture.
**
I watch Minis stare after Ky, with his tongue glued
to the roof of his mouth. Arkans. I pull Gannara closer to me with one arm and
tug on Minis’s elbow. He looks at me and
we pull him in. “You’re tired and you’ve
just gotten off a wing and you’ve had some kind of wild experience in Yeola-e
or my skin is light blue,” Nara says.
Minis laughs and settles in. “Am I weird?
I want to pull Ky into the knot of us.”
He smells of leather and high flying… that odd scent in the hair… and he’s
so tired he’s weaving, even if he didn’t have to fly himself. “Minis…
“Hmmm?” He’s
weaving on his feet. Nara holds him up
and he lays his head on his neck and I nestle my nose into Nara’s neck on the
other side. Arkans. They have to dance through the odd, weird
tight-anused Arkan way. But Ky wants him…
and she’s dancing through the new ways… she and I are exploring all the ways we…
work. She’s happier than she knows but
we don’t want to upset her mother.
Inensa likes her.
Her mother and Inensa are having kaf more and more together, and the
aunties and the faib girls. There is
going to be a huge, huge fight to have Gannara and I marry Minis and Ky. Minis has to formally ask Ky, for one thing…
or rather some adult man has to… or he has to wait till he’s grown up as far as
Arkans count these things.
Gannara they’d accept as his alesinas. But neither Minis
or Nara is going to let them not have me as Imperatrix with Ky. Neither is Ky. Nara and I want to be
together. Minis and Ky want to be
together. Gannara and Minis… their
relationship is odd and needs to be smoothed out. Ky and my relationship… we are good friends,
I trust her, she trusts me. And she’s
hot. Really. She’s graceful and stylish, in an Arkan
way. I want us to be closer and hope she
likes me that much as well.
Ah Arkans. Tight-assed enough to give lessons to the Victorian British, eh?
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