Phase one
House Amyriand is finally starting to come together. They’ll be just about ready by the time the real fun starts; they’ll know what they’re good for, and where they have to cover for each other. Which is not to say I expect these people ever to be a model of familial harmony, just that I don’t think they would have had much chance of making it as four individuals with no interconnections other than belonging to the same household.
It’s a curious crew. An aging ex-general, an ex-soldier flirt with a disabled arm (who appears to be hiding a bit of a Secret Identity), a foreign widow with some uncanny capacities, and a smart and good-hearted but painfully young diviner. Not your typical bunch of characters by any means, which as far as I’m concerned is all to the good. Experience, youth and charm, muscled conscience, and heart—a combination with potential. Despite narrow vision, bitterness, distrust, and naivete.
We still don’t know what’s up at court; Nikolao and Isleen are chatting on their way there. Tamasi and Nacreon, waiting at home, have had their first honest conversation in years, possibly ever. Tamasi demonstrated a little of what distinguishes her people from Nacreon’s, and to her vast surprise Nacreon simply accepted it.
(Don’t think I spilled all the beans about Tamasi, however. She’s not the type to tell all her secrets in one go; I’ve got a few small things and one HUGE thing in reserve still. Timing on the latter, however, does not depend on me.)
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