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Summertime Blues #4, Silver #9, True Blue #13
Name: dray
Story: Edilion
Colors: Special Colour: Summertime Blues #4 (Stared at by the book you've been meaning to read), Silver #9 (Anti-Microbial), True Blue #13 (Trust)
Supplies and Styles: Canvas, Feathers (Your character celebrates an important milestone alone.) Glue (Red-hot Mars pushes into your sign today to fire up your emotions. Share your current concerns with a trusted friend, but be careful not to blame anyone in the process. Letting off a little steam lightens the load.); Graffiti (Lint Roller for Summer of Whump), Fingerpainting
Word Count: 2680
Rating: PG
Warnings: Some particularly unthinking comments on topics such as child-rearing, marriage, throw-away comments about soundness of mind; generally some acerbic opinions that might be offensive or close-minded.
Summary: Colette endorses sound decision making policies to prevent later regrets. She is also very dry about it.
Notes: Forkay_brooke who asked Colette, "if there is one thing about your life you could change, what would it be?"
The woman reclines upon a tall-backed chair by the crackling fire. She is slight of build, relatively average in height but with the kind of poise that gives her a taller presence. She is middle-aged; her black hair is tied sharply back and hooked into a bun with a simple midnight-blue clasp, her dress is slim-cut to fit her, but modestly covers her from ankle to neck with several layers of whimsically cut and beautifully embroidered silk. Her shoes have been put neatly at the foot of the chair, her bare feet running long toes through the tawny fur rug before the fireplace over and over again. Her movement is slight but rhythmic, soothing. This woman's face is barely lined save for wrinkles that have begun to crease at the corners of her narrow blue eyes and at the corners of her narrow, naked lips. The latter could easily be perceived as the beginnings of frown-lines, however she is not doing so now. Her skin is orange and yellow by the light of the fire, but by natural light it would be fair, more olive in hue than ruddy.
A stack of books and a few scrolls have overtaken the table beside her, over which looms a tall mug whose contents gently steam. Another text is open in the woman's lap, but barely, held open by a finger to keep her place. Barely visible within the text, ink illustrations of a sleek, winged creature sporting divine rays of light elaborates upon writing made illegible by angle and script.
The woman looks contemplative, though her stare is very focused. She rarely blinks. When she speaks, her voice contains no hint of hesitance nor compromise, but this is not a deliberate artifact of her behaviour. The woman has never felt natural about finding a half-way point with her listeners, and so she works with what is comfortable.
There are several things that you need to know about my family before I can reveal to you anything about what I would or would not change about my life. Most outsiders see the Edilions as their city council, as representatives of their wards or their causes. Titles mean very little to them: of course they know the 'fa's. Myself and my sister head the council of every session and have been doing so ever since my mother retired as the Holder of the Stones. To others, the 'tel's and the 'ru's are distinguishing titles, while the gated Edilion residences barely register as anything more than embassies of their originating cities.
This is true in as much as the common person needs no further information by which to operate, but between Edilions the situation is more complex.
The M'serans, Aleadas', Lierns, Huannans and Pietas are currently the only officially recognized branches of the Edilion family, with their roots in other great powers of Avengaea. Within their complexes there are a range of titles of importance: their spokeswomen and men in the council are the most important for practical reasons, while their daughters who currently claim one of the twenty-one spots of Inheritance are of honorary importance. (That is not to mention these girls are investments in training for leadership and power for the family in general). Within these complexes are also fa Edilion boys who grew up and married into a lower-ranking family, bringing their wealth with them. Their are ru Edilion men and women -- those born of such pairings -- who will inevitably travel to other branches of their own families in order to bring their Edilion-bred influence to different parts of Avengaea. Beyond this blending of Edilion-touched bloodlines, there are Isiodoth nobles, Aledeas merchant queens and kings, Liernan navy, Huannan merchant (rumoured illicit) captains, and Pieta nobles that arrive on site by merit of their own prestige by birth or diligence, and these people stay within their family complexes and learn about Edilion. They also wait until the next Exchange in hopes of either winning a fa Edilion hand for themselves, or if they are young enough, to have the marriage arranged by their parents.
If there is one thing that I can express to you clearly enough, it is this. The Evren Stones are everything to us. They are the means by which we are able to speak as equals with the Asandae. They are the relics by which we arrange ourselves on a generational level. Without them, we would be average humans with a surplus of wealth to fritter away or to bolster our city as we see fit. The Stones are more important than either Goddess as far as an Edilion is concerned, even if only one woman might wield them in a lifetime.
Now, as for what I would change with my life.
I would change very little. In fact, I would change nothing. The life I have built for myself and for my family is the one that I have been changing since I was given the first opportunity to exert my own discretion, and it will continue to be so until the day I die; in the unlucky event that I might find my faculties failing me, I have already prepared a variety of courses of action legal and otherwise to keep myself, my husband, and my daughter comfortably. It would be foolish not to consider any such eventualities. A fa Edilion woman has too much responsibility and too much power to be remiss about the course of her life because, inevitably, others will get caught up in the wake of her skirt and carried to their own ends whether they want to or not.
That is not to say that I have not given in to speculation on occasion, so I will humour your request: "Colette, what one thing might you change about your life?"
The first of my speculations is only with the highest degree of skepticism, and merely for my own entertainment from time to time, or to reassert my satisfaction with my current partner. Allow me to provide context, and then a contrast.
When I was fourteen, the M'seran house matron, Menallia, attempted to arrange a marriage between myself and her eldest son, Elren ru Edilion, whose full lineage I will not get into at the moment but whose tracery I will. Oblige me for a moment: Elren's grandmother five times removed was my grandmother as well, while several of my great uncles have been his grandfathers. This is important because by birth his marriage prospects held enough Edilion blood to consider him quite eligible to a daughter who might by accident inherit the Stones, and it also meant that the confluence of his Isiodoth and Edilion heritage provided him with enough currency to light an Asandus mansion. My marriage to him would have elevated the M'seran line in a way that fa Edilion men marrying M'seran women would not have, and this would have been in a particularly complex fashion: I was second in line to inherit the Stones, whereas most M'seran girls ascend to the ranks of Inheritance from seventh place on down (potentially) to twenty-first. Any daughter of mine would be a true fa Edilion (possibly of the main branch, should anything happen to my sister) and of course any M'seran would want her son to sire such a lofty child.
I will iterate here that Menallia's intentions were legally sound, so it is only my own opinion that renders them reprehensible. This is the one change to my life that sparked so many. Some called it putting out fires. I don't put out fires. I prefer to finish what I start, and what I started was most definitely the opposite of putting out a fire.
Elren was an oaf. He was privileged, soft, and ultimately he was stupid. He was not the kind of stupid that comes with slowness of speech; that kind is understandable and acceptable, and is occasionally a risk that must be played with given our extended family dynamics. Elren chose to be ignorant from the moment he allowed his attendants to dress him when he could have done so for himself. From the age of fourteen on -- and pardon my language -- my life lapped Zenite's tit because of Elren. He failed to possess enough tact or talent to navigate any interesting kind of conversation, and felt that the meaning of proposed marriage vows included fondling his bride-to-be as though she was the kind of personal property that gets mangled by the bored and foolish.
The only reason that I put up with Elren for four years was because I was practical, because I understood the sound reasoning behind the arrangement, and because I was steeped in the understanding that arranged marriages are created for the purpose of propagation and joint management of resources. To offer an example, my mother was very free with her information. Her companion was welcome at our dinner table just as much as my father, though of course strict observation of ritual interactions were also observed. She negotiated these terms, and we lived by them, and we pressed our own claims when we needed them. This was fair in my household, so I expected it to be fair to those around me who expected to share my household when it came time to claim my portion of it.
Elren did not understand the idea of autonomy nor equality, and had the terrible habit of attempting to conjoin horrendously boring stories of his bravado with uncomfortably close contact. For four years I put up with this nonsense because I was beginning to develop a plan. It was more of an idle fancy at the beginning, but as every year the Exchange festivals went by and my own wedding date grew nearer, I worked to bring my plans to cogency.
The climax here arrived, of course, on the Exchange four years later (which was also my eighteenth birthday.) The events of the series of days began as usual: new proposals were put forth as new suitors for available hands were presented before the Edilion council. While Exchanges for the commoners and many other places in Novinitu are crass events full of cajolery and persuasion -- how else to pander to the average woman or man to travel far away to start a new life than through food and fanfare? -- the Edilion Exchange is somewhat different. Because those who wish to travel to Edilion have already done so, and those who wish to travel away (or whose parents wish on their behalf!) make their claims at the Exchange itself, things move at a sedate pace. My wedding was set for the end of the Exchange, and like a slow-seeping bog sucks the boot from your foot, I was having feelings of remorse about the slow-seeping arrival of my own event. The bog-sucking stink of Elren did not help: he had been growing more obvious with his behaviour to the point that my friends and family had come to dislike him as well. His mother defended him, of course, as all mothers do in the end.
I believe it must have been the day before the wedding when I entered Elren's pavilion and had a word with the young man. He would not believe me. He wanted his mother, and so I had a word with her as well. I then had a word with my mother, who wanted to know how on Avengaea I thought I would be able to make suitable arrangements otherwise, being the age that I was, and having wasted away my arrangement-years. When I put down the sheaf of papers I had been working on we had to go over them with a fine-toothed comb. Menallia believed that they were fake constructions and so my mother had an Asandus courier fly out on behalf of this self-constructed debacle in order to get confirmation within the day. The expense was extraordinary, but when the confirmation papers came in, signed in a thick, crude scrawl, 'Maurrer Cuper' everybody had their answer.
I had been conversing through the mail with the head of the Cuper family in hopes of arranging a visit. The truth was that I had managed to persuade Maurrer based upon the idea that I might, might travel up to Navale to stay, but my plans were wider-ranging than that. It was very little trouble at that point to thread the pieces together: my family believed that I was seeking a different hand in marriage, and the Cuper family believed that I was seeking an out from the old, sweaty, unpalatable hand I'd been given. I merely had to work with what I had, so thus began my assessment of the Cupers. Of course Saum was unavailable -- in as much as he was a wonderful young man he was also unfortunately very besotted at the time and only professed to me even that on grounds that I not tell his father. Maurrer's daughter was spoken for and would not have worked for my plans. His eldest son was Baar, who met me on the first day that I arrived in the city with a raucous bundle of fire weed tied with a piece of twine.
His sense of humour struck me right to the marrow, and our negotiations worked, more or less, to both of our satisfaction.
It is rare, in the kind of life that we live, to find a person who suits one's temperament in as much as her financial needs, in as much or moreso than her propagation needs, and with just enough irony to satisfy the need to have one's parents look at one as though she has lost her mind and then grumble, every evening, with the accession of "well played, Colette. The M'seran's will never forgive you you know." So to answer the first speculation firmly, no, I would not have stayed with Elren if even the least available Cuper turned his back on me... but I admit that I was lucky. Baar has been a satisfying partner on all counts. Where Elren was sweaty, crass and ignorant, Baar is the kind of man who speaks little but is passionate about his interests when provoked. It's true that his passions lie in such specialized studies that I can't often follow him, but as much or more could be said about mine. He understands my preoccupation with learning in a way that the rest of my family does not, and he openly listens to me when I form decisions, for he has opened in me a willing speaker, with such an obliging ear. He engages my mind, and he respects that my interests rarely fall to, oh, carnal sorts of pursuits.
More than anything Baar appears to understand my decisions regarding our single daughter. I am firmly of the belief that had I chosen to marry Elren I'd have been sitting on a brood larger than Kellana's four and probably not fully by my own choice; when one sits with such poor odds, with only half of them coming from unspoiled seed, one has to throw ones options into different baskets. I know that Baar would have liked to have more children, but he has thrown that extra energy into babying his line of racers and letting our daughter and her friends get away with murder, the silly creatures...
Ah, this is the real point, I suppose. The real 'change'. Would I have had other children? When they brought Fara to me, swaddled in blue, I decided that I didn't need another opportunity. I am well aware of the sentimentality of that decision but I believe Zenite can take it, or Aska, for all I worry about it. She is a silly girl most of the time, and her heart weeps over the smallest of inconveniences, but I see the potential in her, and the understanding, and I see a reflection in her that I believe most others miss. She could start fires, too. She just needs to be shown how.
drayStory: Edilion
Colors: Special Colour: Summertime Blues #4 (Stared at by the book you've been meaning to read), Silver #9 (Anti-Microbial), True Blue #13 (Trust)
Supplies and Styles: Canvas, Feathers (Your character celebrates an important milestone alone.) Glue (Red-hot Mars pushes into your sign today to fire up your emotions. Share your current concerns with a trusted friend, but be careful not to blame anyone in the process. Letting off a little steam lightens the load.); Graffiti (Lint Roller for Summer of Whump), Fingerpainting
Word Count: 2680
Rating: PG
Warnings: Some particularly unthinking comments on topics such as child-rearing, marriage, throw-away comments about soundness of mind; generally some acerbic opinions that might be offensive or close-minded.
Summary: Colette endorses sound decision making policies to prevent later regrets. She is also very dry about it.
Notes: For
kay_brooke who asked Colette, "if there is one thing about your life you could change, what would it be?"The woman reclines upon a tall-backed chair by the crackling fire. She is slight of build, relatively average in height but with the kind of poise that gives her a taller presence. She is middle-aged; her black hair is tied sharply back and hooked into a bun with a simple midnight-blue clasp, her dress is slim-cut to fit her, but modestly covers her from ankle to neck with several layers of whimsically cut and beautifully embroidered silk. Her shoes have been put neatly at the foot of the chair, her bare feet running long toes through the tawny fur rug before the fireplace over and over again. Her movement is slight but rhythmic, soothing. This woman's face is barely lined save for wrinkles that have begun to crease at the corners of her narrow blue eyes and at the corners of her narrow, naked lips. The latter could easily be perceived as the beginnings of frown-lines, however she is not doing so now. Her skin is orange and yellow by the light of the fire, but by natural light it would be fair, more olive in hue than ruddy.
A stack of books and a few scrolls have overtaken the table beside her, over which looms a tall mug whose contents gently steam. Another text is open in the woman's lap, but barely, held open by a finger to keep her place. Barely visible within the text, ink illustrations of a sleek, winged creature sporting divine rays of light elaborates upon writing made illegible by angle and script.
The woman looks contemplative, though her stare is very focused. She rarely blinks. When she speaks, her voice contains no hint of hesitance nor compromise, but this is not a deliberate artifact of her behaviour. The woman has never felt natural about finding a half-way point with her listeners, and so she works with what is comfortable.
There are several things that you need to know about my family before I can reveal to you anything about what I would or would not change about my life. Most outsiders see the Edilions as their city council, as representatives of their wards or their causes. Titles mean very little to them: of course they know the 'fa's. Myself and my sister head the council of every session and have been doing so ever since my mother retired as the Holder of the Stones. To others, the 'tel's and the 'ru's are distinguishing titles, while the gated Edilion residences barely register as anything more than embassies of their originating cities.
This is true in as much as the common person needs no further information by which to operate, but between Edilions the situation is more complex.
The M'serans, Aleadas', Lierns, Huannans and Pietas are currently the only officially recognized branches of the Edilion family, with their roots in other great powers of Avengaea. Within their complexes there are a range of titles of importance: their spokeswomen and men in the council are the most important for practical reasons, while their daughters who currently claim one of the twenty-one spots of Inheritance are of honorary importance. (That is not to mention these girls are investments in training for leadership and power for the family in general). Within these complexes are also fa Edilion boys who grew up and married into a lower-ranking family, bringing their wealth with them. Their are ru Edilion men and women -- those born of such pairings -- who will inevitably travel to other branches of their own families in order to bring their Edilion-bred influence to different parts of Avengaea. Beyond this blending of Edilion-touched bloodlines, there are Isiodoth nobles, Aledeas merchant queens and kings, Liernan navy, Huannan merchant (rumoured illicit) captains, and Pieta nobles that arrive on site by merit of their own prestige by birth or diligence, and these people stay within their family complexes and learn about Edilion. They also wait until the next Exchange in hopes of either winning a fa Edilion hand for themselves, or if they are young enough, to have the marriage arranged by their parents.
If there is one thing that I can express to you clearly enough, it is this. The Evren Stones are everything to us. They are the means by which we are able to speak as equals with the Asandae. They are the relics by which we arrange ourselves on a generational level. Without them, we would be average humans with a surplus of wealth to fritter away or to bolster our city as we see fit. The Stones are more important than either Goddess as far as an Edilion is concerned, even if only one woman might wield them in a lifetime.
Now, as for what I would change with my life.
I would change very little. In fact, I would change nothing. The life I have built for myself and for my family is the one that I have been changing since I was given the first opportunity to exert my own discretion, and it will continue to be so until the day I die; in the unlucky event that I might find my faculties failing me, I have already prepared a variety of courses of action legal and otherwise to keep myself, my husband, and my daughter comfortably. It would be foolish not to consider any such eventualities. A fa Edilion woman has too much responsibility and too much power to be remiss about the course of her life because, inevitably, others will get caught up in the wake of her skirt and carried to their own ends whether they want to or not.
That is not to say that I have not given in to speculation on occasion, so I will humour your request: "Colette, what one thing might you change about your life?"
The first of my speculations is only with the highest degree of skepticism, and merely for my own entertainment from time to time, or to reassert my satisfaction with my current partner. Allow me to provide context, and then a contrast.
When I was fourteen, the M'seran house matron, Menallia, attempted to arrange a marriage between myself and her eldest son, Elren ru Edilion, whose full lineage I will not get into at the moment but whose tracery I will. Oblige me for a moment: Elren's grandmother five times removed was my grandmother as well, while several of my great uncles have been his grandfathers. This is important because by birth his marriage prospects held enough Edilion blood to consider him quite eligible to a daughter who might by accident inherit the Stones, and it also meant that the confluence of his Isiodoth and Edilion heritage provided him with enough currency to light an Asandus mansion. My marriage to him would have elevated the M'seran line in a way that fa Edilion men marrying M'seran women would not have, and this would have been in a particularly complex fashion: I was second in line to inherit the Stones, whereas most M'seran girls ascend to the ranks of Inheritance from seventh place on down (potentially) to twenty-first. Any daughter of mine would be a true fa Edilion (possibly of the main branch, should anything happen to my sister) and of course any M'seran would want her son to sire such a lofty child.
I will iterate here that Menallia's intentions were legally sound, so it is only my own opinion that renders them reprehensible. This is the one change to my life that sparked so many. Some called it putting out fires. I don't put out fires. I prefer to finish what I start, and what I started was most definitely the opposite of putting out a fire.
Elren was an oaf. He was privileged, soft, and ultimately he was stupid. He was not the kind of stupid that comes with slowness of speech; that kind is understandable and acceptable, and is occasionally a risk that must be played with given our extended family dynamics. Elren chose to be ignorant from the moment he allowed his attendants to dress him when he could have done so for himself. From the age of fourteen on -- and pardon my language -- my life lapped Zenite's tit because of Elren. He failed to possess enough tact or talent to navigate any interesting kind of conversation, and felt that the meaning of proposed marriage vows included fondling his bride-to-be as though she was the kind of personal property that gets mangled by the bored and foolish.
The only reason that I put up with Elren for four years was because I was practical, because I understood the sound reasoning behind the arrangement, and because I was steeped in the understanding that arranged marriages are created for the purpose of propagation and joint management of resources. To offer an example, my mother was very free with her information. Her companion was welcome at our dinner table just as much as my father, though of course strict observation of ritual interactions were also observed. She negotiated these terms, and we lived by them, and we pressed our own claims when we needed them. This was fair in my household, so I expected it to be fair to those around me who expected to share my household when it came time to claim my portion of it.
Elren did not understand the idea of autonomy nor equality, and had the terrible habit of attempting to conjoin horrendously boring stories of his bravado with uncomfortably close contact. For four years I put up with this nonsense because I was beginning to develop a plan. It was more of an idle fancy at the beginning, but as every year the Exchange festivals went by and my own wedding date grew nearer, I worked to bring my plans to cogency.
The climax here arrived, of course, on the Exchange four years later (which was also my eighteenth birthday.) The events of the series of days began as usual: new proposals were put forth as new suitors for available hands were presented before the Edilion council. While Exchanges for the commoners and many other places in Novinitu are crass events full of cajolery and persuasion -- how else to pander to the average woman or man to travel far away to start a new life than through food and fanfare? -- the Edilion Exchange is somewhat different. Because those who wish to travel to Edilion have already done so, and those who wish to travel away (or whose parents wish on their behalf!) make their claims at the Exchange itself, things move at a sedate pace. My wedding was set for the end of the Exchange, and like a slow-seeping bog sucks the boot from your foot, I was having feelings of remorse about the slow-seeping arrival of my own event. The bog-sucking stink of Elren did not help: he had been growing more obvious with his behaviour to the point that my friends and family had come to dislike him as well. His mother defended him, of course, as all mothers do in the end.
I believe it must have been the day before the wedding when I entered Elren's pavilion and had a word with the young man. He would not believe me. He wanted his mother, and so I had a word with her as well. I then had a word with my mother, who wanted to know how on Avengaea I thought I would be able to make suitable arrangements otherwise, being the age that I was, and having wasted away my arrangement-years. When I put down the sheaf of papers I had been working on we had to go over them with a fine-toothed comb. Menallia believed that they were fake constructions and so my mother had an Asandus courier fly out on behalf of this self-constructed debacle in order to get confirmation within the day. The expense was extraordinary, but when the confirmation papers came in, signed in a thick, crude scrawl, 'Maurrer Cuper' everybody had their answer.
I had been conversing through the mail with the head of the Cuper family in hopes of arranging a visit. The truth was that I had managed to persuade Maurrer based upon the idea that I might, might travel up to Navale to stay, but my plans were wider-ranging than that. It was very little trouble at that point to thread the pieces together: my family believed that I was seeking a different hand in marriage, and the Cuper family believed that I was seeking an out from the old, sweaty, unpalatable hand I'd been given. I merely had to work with what I had, so thus began my assessment of the Cupers. Of course Saum was unavailable -- in as much as he was a wonderful young man he was also unfortunately very besotted at the time and only professed to me even that on grounds that I not tell his father. Maurrer's daughter was spoken for and would not have worked for my plans. His eldest son was Baar, who met me on the first day that I arrived in the city with a raucous bundle of fire weed tied with a piece of twine.
His sense of humour struck me right to the marrow, and our negotiations worked, more or less, to both of our satisfaction.
It is rare, in the kind of life that we live, to find a person who suits one's temperament in as much as her financial needs, in as much or moreso than her propagation needs, and with just enough irony to satisfy the need to have one's parents look at one as though she has lost her mind and then grumble, every evening, with the accession of "well played, Colette. The M'seran's will never forgive you you know." So to answer the first speculation firmly, no, I would not have stayed with Elren if even the least available Cuper turned his back on me... but I admit that I was lucky. Baar has been a satisfying partner on all counts. Where Elren was sweaty, crass and ignorant, Baar is the kind of man who speaks little but is passionate about his interests when provoked. It's true that his passions lie in such specialized studies that I can't often follow him, but as much or more could be said about mine. He understands my preoccupation with learning in a way that the rest of my family does not, and he openly listens to me when I form decisions, for he has opened in me a willing speaker, with such an obliging ear. He engages my mind, and he respects that my interests rarely fall to, oh, carnal sorts of pursuits.
More than anything Baar appears to understand my decisions regarding our single daughter. I am firmly of the belief that had I chosen to marry Elren I'd have been sitting on a brood larger than Kellana's four and probably not fully by my own choice; when one sits with such poor odds, with only half of them coming from unspoiled seed, one has to throw ones options into different baskets. I know that Baar would have liked to have more children, but he has thrown that extra energy into babying his line of racers and letting our daughter and her friends get away with murder, the silly creatures...
Ah, this is the real point, I suppose. The real 'change'. Would I have had other children? When they brought Fara to me, swaddled in blue, I decided that I didn't need another opportunity. I am well aware of the sentimentality of that decision but I believe Zenite can take it, or Aska, for all I worry about it. She is a silly girl most of the time, and her heart weeps over the smallest of inconveniences, but I see the potential in her, and the understanding, and I see a reflection in her that I believe most others miss. She could start fires, too. She just needs to be shown how.
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>:3
I won't mention a thing.
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The bits about politics and inheritance are really interesting, too!
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*rolls around on it like a cat who wants the belly rubs*
I adore a character who can play the game and not just win, but PWN.
(And your description opening makes me happy tooooooo.)
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To be fair, the Edilions are no game of thrones. I don't think that there's been any chaumancy/murky of any kind (to steal a Dune-term!) nor back-stabbing above the level of hurt feelings and the occasional credit-stealing for generations... but humans have such little clout compared to other species in this world that their battles are relatively small by comparison!
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And- even if they did make with the Dune-terms and Throne-thieving, I'd still love 'em. (Besides- YAY ALL OF THESE RELATIVES YOU CAN PLAY WITH HOW FUN.)
Waitwaitwait. You're telling me I've ceased to be the only person here who does /Dune/ trivia apropos of whatever?
And I just gave you the story about Gauthman's manor with the random Yueh running around and... wellthisisawkward.gif.
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DAMNIT I did not even notice save that "huh that name seems familiar but hhhh'durp, dunno why!"
8D I lurve you.
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Where Yueh and Siebenkas discuss /Dune/.
Yueh has my BFF's opinion of it, Siebenkas has mine.
I hope I can write it without busting up.
*slightly too close to reality*
(Did you know if you mute the David Lynch movie and play some Devo in the background it's physically impossible not to start giggling?)
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Thank you!