TCHIAT: "Letter! Oh, that reminds me! I have a letter for you, Ayame — I just didn't realize I'd get to deliver it in person!"
AYAME: "A letter for me? From whom—?"
TCHIAT: "A cousin in Port Inayashe — Tsubaru. Remember him?"
AYAME: "Tsubaru — yes, of course. I remember him very well."
TCHIAT: "Just give me a moment, I'll find it — it's more of a package, really."
AYAME: "You came through Port Inayashe on your way home, then?"
TARAN: "Actually, no — we met him in Port Calin. He was there on business for his father — he's the seneschal up there now, believe it or not."
AYAME: "Oh, I can believe it — he's quite capable."
TARAN: "Extremely so, for a mortal. Even the Dragon-blooded seemed to treat him with some respect."
TCHIAT: "Here it is! I think there's a book or two in there too, it's awfully heavy."
AYAME: "That wouldn't surprise me, either."
TCHIAT: "He said you'd been a guest in his father's house… "
AYAME: "I was injured in battle two years ago — the Satrap was kind enough to offer me hospitality during my convalescence. Tsubaru bore most of the burden of that offer — most graciously, considering the crankiness of his patient."
TARAN: "Cranky?
You?"
AYAME: "If you doubt my irritability when confined to bed for three months at a time, you can ask Mnemon Katenan — he and his wife were my long-suffering hosts and caretakers after I was brought home from Mishaka."
TARAN: "They taught us about Mishaka in our military strategy classes. That was a
horrific battle. I'd forgotten you were actually there..."
TCHIAT: "Are you forgetting your family history, Taran? He nearly
died at Mishaka."
AYAME: "Very nearly. Horrific describes it pretty well, we took heavy casualties in that battle, both mortal and Dragon-blooded. I was more fortunate than many. But Katenan can give a better account of that time than I, if you want to hear it. As it happens, they're holding a dinner party tonight — and since you're back on the Isle for a time, it would be good for you to meet them. They did say I could bring guests."
TARAN: "Tonight? Thanks, that would be great! Uh — How formal is this dinner party of theirs?"
AYAME: "They're House Mnemon. If you need to ask, you've clearly been in the field too long. Though your formal uniform would do in a pinch."
TARAN: "No, I've had enough of uniforms, I'm sure Ekio can find me proper robes. Tchia, you could ask Aunt Petaluna—"
TCHIAT: "No, I couldn't. Ayame, I'd love to meet your friends, but please spare me the formal robes and courtly games. I can't stand it. I know the courtier types who go to these things. I had enough of those twit-brained silkworms in school, and I can assure you they had more than enough of me too."
AYAME: (chuckling) "You
definitely need to meet Katenan and Ruia. I think you'd find they share your opinion of most of the guests under their roof tonight."
TCHIAT: "I'm sure. But not tonight, please.
You go, Taran — have fun, get drunk, get laid, I don't care, just leave me out of it. And Taran, I'm going to write Citan and tell him we
will be there for lunch tomorrow — so wherever you end up, make sure you are at Citan's door by mid-day bell."
TARAN: "Oh, I'm sure I'll be back long before then — it's House Mnemon, not Cynis! I'd better go talk to Ekio—"
(Taran leaves…) CONTINUED IN NEXT POST....