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Post by Kyril on Apr 17, 2011 21:41:42 GMT -5
Kyril leaned on the wall that surrounded the nursery pens and watched two chubby Dragonets chasing one another clumsily around on the warm, heated sands of the pens under the watchful eye of their mother.
They had been having a nice conversation about their respective children when one of the babies stumbled over his own tail and landed flat on top of his sibling, which sent up a loud wail of protest. The mother exchanged a brief and long-suffering look with Kyril before turning to defuse the situation.
Kyril laughed a little to herself and watched the mother both comfort the squashee and reprimand the squasher with a single look, a look Kyril herself had employed on more than one occasion.
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Post by Lady Kyrine on Apr 17, 2011 21:53:25 GMT -5
"You truly do have an affinity with the Dragons, don't you?" Kyrine remarked, leaning on the wall next to her sister. "I never would have believed it possible, given that you refused to believe that they even existed when we were littles."
Sometimes those days seemed so long ago, Kyrine mused. "And yet here we are, you a Dragonrider in your own right, and me with no fewer than two dozen full-grown Dragons and their respective offspring under my care." She smiled down at the Dragonets and greeted their mother respectfully in Draca. Then she regarded Kyril with apprehension in her expression.
"How did you ever get through these days?" she asked softly. "All these people here, names and standards to memorize, the High King himself set to make an appearance, along with that woman who tried to kill Thu, and Methuen..." she shook her head as she trailed off.
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Post by Kyril on Apr 17, 2011 22:10:15 GMT -5
Kyril looked at Kyrine for moment, then smiled. "What?" she asked with mock seriousness, "My solid, staid and often boringly unflappable sister is actually apprehensive about this?" she reached over and squeezed her sister's hand for a moment. "It will be fine, 'Rine. You'll get through it, I promise. Peter and Will have gotten over what happened with Methuen in Narnia."
Well, she thought, mostly anyway. "And her name is Will, not 'that woman' if you don't want to piss her off right off the bat." She studied her sister carefully. "Being named as Heir isn't going to change Methuen, you know. He's still the same man you fell in love with and married. He's just going to have even more responsibility and duties than he already does. This naming and coronation ceremony is important to the people, it lets them know beyond the shadow of a doubt that the Kingdom is going to be in good hands after King Selan. And having the rulers of the surrounding Kingdoms here is important to solidifying the alliances Misztal holds with them."
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Post by Lady Kyrine on Apr 17, 2011 22:22:07 GMT -5
"That doesn't change the fact that she tried to kill him," she muttered with quiet anger. "So did your precious High King for that matter. Why the hell are we allied with these people anyway?" She put her head down on the stone wall for a moment. "Meh."
Then with a sigh she pulled herself together and straightened back up. "He wasn't Heir to the gods-be-damned Throne when we met, either, he was just my Thu. Misztal Warrior-in-training and scholar. Do you know that there's even a delegation from Evendium expected to arrive the day after tomorrow?" She reached over and poked her sister's shoulder. "Evendium! As if we have even half a clue how to welcome Elves! And as Methuen's wife I'm expected to be a gracious and competent hostess when what I really want to do is run screaming down to the Dragon pens and hide until all this passes."
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Post by Kyril on Apr 17, 2011 22:39:54 GMT -5
Kyril laughed a little. "At least you don't have a wedding thrown in with the coronation," she remarked. "And I was still seriously pissed at Caspian for taking up with the little blonde... ahem." She shrugged.
"Look, if it will make it easier for you, let me find Cas and we'll be part of the welcoming delegation when Pete and Will arrive. We're old friends anyway, and it's been a long while since we last saw them. They're supposed to be arriving shortly, aren't they?" She waited for Kyrine's nod of assent. "Alright then. You already look amazing, so go find that handsome husband of yours and Cas and I will meet you in the main courtyard." She hugged her sister tightly for a moment. "It will be fine, I promise."
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Post by Lady Kyrine on May 23, 2011 23:35:15 GMT -5
Kyrine watched her sister walk away and wished, not for the first time, that she had even a fraction of her confidence. She sighed deeply. There were a lot of things she admired about Kyril, there always had been, and a lot of qualities that she wished she possessed. But Kyrine had always hung back a little, letting Kyril have the spotlight and the attention. Not that it had served her very well once Miraz took over. Kyril had always been the better daughter, the more competent warrior, certainly the more desirable woman.
She sighed and leaned on the wall again, unaware that she was no longer alone until she felt hands on her waist. She turned and smiled at Methuen.
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Post by Methuen Taratyn on May 23, 2011 23:48:12 GMT -5
Methuen had overheard much of what had been said, but waited until Kyril had walked away before he went up behind Kyrine and wrapped his arms around her waist, resting his chin on her shoulder.
"She's right, you know," he said softly against her ear, "I'm not going to change. Still the same me, just... elevated to an unearned position." He turned her so she faced him, and smiled when her hands slid up to rest on his chest. "I love you. I have since the moment we first met, and nothing is ever going to change that." He covered her hands with his.
"You'll do just fine, luv. You might even find that you like Will, I think the two of you may be more alike than you realize."
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