May 5, 1171
"Out with it." As soon as Tavrin had been seated, Raia followed suit and settled herself onto the couch. "How did you know to find me here?"Her visitor shrugged, though a suspicious twinkle lingered in his eye. "Oh... luck guess?"
"Of course." She snorted in disbelief, but decided not to press the matter any further. It was rare enough that she had the opportunity to host visitors at a house she didn't even live in, and even rarer still that it happened when the owner of the house was out--granted, the last time Falidor had seen her talking to Tavrin had been interesting, to say the least. "Anyway, why did you want to see me? Not that I'm not happy to see you, of course."
Tavrin cracked his knuckles and grinned at her--though oddly enough, his eyes were fixated somewhat downward of her face. "Well, Sister see you in town other day, and she come to me and say 'Something different about Raia-girl.'"Raia raised an eyebrow. She didn't know Tavrin's sister, and didn't know how much this girl had seen of her, but it if she could perceive something different, then she must have watched her before; what could have changed since that point? Her hair was the same as always, and she didn't think she had grown all that much lately. No new dresses, no new shoes... nothing. Nothing detectable, at any rate, or at least not to the naked eye. "Oh?"
"Yes." Her guest looked her up and down, amused. "She right, I see."
But right about what? The only recent development in Raia's life had taken place earlier that month... but surely that was not something anyone could just sense? "Well, would you mind sharing?""Should I?" He rested his head against the wall and smiled--almost as if he was getting some enjoyment out of tormenting her. "You humans, you don't know until later; maybe telling would upset natch'ral order?"
"Natural order?" This was making less sense by the second. Maybe she should have just stayed at home today--helped her idiot brother with one of his ridiculous love poems or something. "Natural order of what?"
Her friend squinted, his diamond-like eyes only brightening as they narrowed. "You know--things."Not quite appreciative of the sarcasm, Raia frowned; Tavrin chuckled. "Ah, maybe I give hint, yes?" He placed his hand on her stomach and pursed his lips in concentration. The situation was bizarre enough already that Raia decided not to question him. "Hmm... I say four days? Give, take?"
"Four days?" Frustrated, she tried to think back to four days prior--then nearly gagged. It couldn't have been... that? Could it? He hadn't--she wasn't-- "Uh... four days since what? Or to what?"
Yes--maybe he meant four days in the future. Dear God, she hoped he meant four days in the future!
But he only flashed another mysterious smile. "Now I guess... Janwary. End Janwary--how about twenny-ninth, yes?"
Raia forced herself to do the math; sure enough, it checked out. Oh dear Lord--she didn't think she was supposed to be feeling nauseous already. "...Fuck."It would have been an excellent time for him to tell her that he was joking, but he never did; instead, he bounced in his seat and looked at her quizzically. "But... good news, no?"
God. He really was a creature from another world--and a man, at that. Poor idiot just didn't understand. "But we were trying to--I mean, Falidor, he--"
"Silly Dovans!" He sprung to his feet, looking so gleeful it was almost painful; it was going to be tough to hold herself together until he left. "When you learn? That never work!"So she'd heard--and so much for hoping otherwise. At least there was always the chance that Tavrin and his sister were wrong.
Or was there?
...FUCK!
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16 comments:
Blah.
I came home and was on a total writing high--but then I realized I had to take some pictures first and that killed it :(
Yay! Baby Raia's! :D
I figured you'd be pleased :P
LOL! I love their friendship. He is so cute and innocent.
But uh oh! Ooops! (Also, hey that's my birthday if he's right, lol.)
They do have a great dynamic. I just wish I could squeeze Tavrin in more often.
That's your birthday? Hey, that's not too far off now :) A friend of mine has the same birthday--I deliberately chose it as a little joke, in case he ever reads this :P
Raiador BABIEZ!!!1!!!!eleven!!
I'm so happy I could just squee!!
And giggle, at the thought of Raia lumbering down the aisle on New Year's Day with eight months worth of baby sticking out in front of her. All the guests running to play catcher if she so much as sneezes.
And Tavrin of course makes me giggle. "Silly Dovans! When you learn? That never work!" When, indeed!
But just out of curiosity ... which idiot brother was writing the love poetry? ;)
Heheh :D
LULZ at your imagining of the wedding! Given the circumstances, though, it'll probably be a small, family-only ceremony.
As for which brother, I had Jadin in mind (referencing the earlier poetry discussion he had with Xeta). Or maybe Searle's been writing some cleverly ambiguous love poetry for Sparron? Or maybe Lonriad's been working on some totally-meant-as-a-joke-but-then-again-maybe-not verses for archrival Asalaye? I guess any of them would work :)
Well, she did describe the afformentioned brother as her "idiot" brother so I vote for Jadin. :p That's too cute btw.
Also, Searle and Sparron probably shouldn't be committing even vague admissions of affection to paper. :O
Does Tavrin know about that whole human sacrifice thing (which I shall refer to from here on out as "The Geneva Incident")? How easily it could have been his best friend? Does he feel any sort of resentment? He just seems like his normal, happy-go-lucky self but isnèt he at all worried?
I just love Tavrin! :P
I was very much expecting this....
Pen: Jadin was the one I had in mind :P
I can imagine Searle coming up with a poem that someone who didn't know better would assume he wrote for a girl, but was actually gender-neutral--and then Sparron freaking out and stashing it away somewhere, living in constant fear that someone would find it :S
Tavrin knows about it now... but I'm not sure if he knows it could have easily been Raia. I'd meant to slip in a bit of reference to that, but it never seemed to fit here. I'm hoping to give you all a glimpse of Tavrin's home life once 1171 (and the wedding drama) wraps up, so it'll probably come up then.
Chene: I love him too :)
Heheh. Severin sort of predicted this a few posts back. Guess he hit the mark :P
Haha, I see Falidor's willpower only goes so far.
He could only resist for so long... :P
Hoo boy... now is Severin going to blow a poofu valve (I don't know what it means... my grandparents use it for when someone gets really angry. I think they might have made it up :).
So much for waiting. Hehe... love it how Tavrin just waltzes in there... oh by the way... your preggers.
So is this going to be a quadruple wedding?!
Yeah, I think it goes without saying that Severin won't be happy about this. He did seem to be grudgingly expecting it, though, so that might soften the blow a bit.
It does seem like the sort of thing Tavrin would do :P
Falidor won't be divorced in time for September, so they'll still have to wait until the new year. Even if that wasn't the case, I doubt Roderick would let Raia and Falidor share in on that day--the three eldest royal children, and then some second cousin who got knocked up by the steward? That wouldn't look so good on the invitations :P
Gotta love this friendship. Also yay, baby Alina!
Maybe she should have just stayed at home today--helped her idiot brother with one of his ridiculous love poems or something.
So Jadin's still writing those poems to Xeta? Awww. (It's gotta be Jadin, who else would Raia describe as the "idiot brother"?)
Heheheh ;)
And yep, she was most likely talking about Jadin... although I'm sure Searle and Lonriad fall under Raia's idea of "idiots" too :P
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