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notapaladin replied to your post “listen”
I… hit the 30k marker and I think I’ve excavated a plot? Plot’s not my strong suit. LOL. The overarching framework is everyone getting ready for the Imperial wedding.
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“We are at our lady’s service,” Beshelar said, a little bit indistinctly, as if embarrassed.
For some reason Maia was beaming at Csethiro as if she had done something noteworthy. “Lieutenant Beshelar has been very generous with his time,” he said, looking fond and perhaps a little embarrassed. “All the nohecharei have been great supports to us, whether in assistance or advice or mere tolerance, in our attempts to mount an effective courtship.”
She laughed, and looked at Beshelar again. “Have you had a great deal of courtship advice?”
Beshelar’s color deepened. “No, my lady,” he said. “Our sole relevant expertise in all of this has been the cipher keys.”
She noticed that the maza was laughing, so she looped him into the conversation. “Then it is Cala Athmaza who is the lady-killer among you,” she said.
Cala’s bright blue eyes went wide behind his spectacles. “No, my lady, our contribution has been the tolerance, mostly,” he said, with admirable poise. “Maza are not taught the arts of love.”
“Then who?” she asked.
“Of all people,” Maia admitted, “the celibate cleric of Csaivo, Kiru Athmaza, has had the most practical advice in most matters.”
“Has she,” Csethiro said, surprised and delighted. “Your household is not very full of married people, is it.”
“Not so far,” Maia said.
It occurred to her that she had never given a great deal of consideration to the lifestyles of nohecharei before, so she turned and regarded Lieutenant Beshelar again, whose color had mostly returned to normal. “Are most nohecharei celibate?” she asked him. “Or is it just the ones who are clerics also?” Beshelar colored magnificently again.
notapaladin replied to your post “listen”
I have no idea what the plot of this fic is but I need it in my life.
I… hit the 30k marker and I think I’ve excavated a plot? Plot’s not my strong suit. LOL. The overarching framework is everyone getting ready for the Imperial wedding.
_____
“We are at our lady’s service,” Beshelar said, a little bit indistinctly, as if embarrassed.
For some reason Maia was beaming at Csethiro as if she had done something noteworthy. “Lieutenant Beshelar has been very generous with his time,” he said, looking fond and perhaps a little embarrassed. “All the nohecharei have been great supports to us, whether in assistance or advice or mere tolerance, in our attempts to mount an effective courtship.”
She laughed, and looked at Beshelar again. “Have you had a great deal of courtship advice?”
Beshelar’s color deepened. “No, my lady,” he said. “Our sole relevant expertise in all of this has been the cipher keys.”
She noticed that the maza was laughing, so she looped him into the conversation. “Then it is Cala Athmaza who is the lady-killer among you,” she said.
Cala’s bright blue eyes went wide behind his spectacles. “No, my lady, our contribution has been the tolerance, mostly,” he said, with admirable poise. “Maza are not taught the arts of love.”
“Then who?” she asked.
“Of all people,” Maia admitted, “the celibate cleric of Csaivo, Kiru Athmaza, has had the most practical advice in most matters.”
“Has she,” Csethiro said, surprised and delighted. “Your household is not very full of married people, is it.”
“Not so far,” Maia said.
It occurred to her that she had never given a great deal of consideration to the lifestyles of nohecharei before, so she turned and regarded Lieutenant Beshelar again, whose color had mostly returned to normal. “Are most nohecharei celibate?” she asked him. “Or is it just the ones who are clerics also?” Beshelar colored magnificently again.
