Everyone Loves Awkward Dinners, Right?
Posted: Sun Jul 29, 2018 3:54 am
25th Roalis, 2718
UPTOWN | DUSK
UPTOWN | DUSK
”So let me get this straight. Vienda has a theatre, in which the actors are serviced by humans? They let them actually touch them? Humans? Really? That is clocking weird.” Athrym shook her head, looking at Nauleth with a raised eyebrow and a scoff, the foreigner absolutely unable to comprehend humans being intelligent enough to understand the intricacies of performance and stage makeup. They walked through Vienda, her arm linked gently in his, summer green gaze taking in the pretty phosphorus lanterns that merrily lit up Kingsway Market in the dusky afternoon sun. The junior professor had invited her to attend a dinner with his parents in the city, under the half-guise of showing the Gioran Ambassador the capital of Anaxas.
It didn’t stop Athrym from spending days and days agonising over what to pack and what to wear, painfully aware that the taller Anaxi had mentioned his father’s refusal to speak to him since his brailing as a fifth form.
Settling on the traditional formal dress of her people, the pale mixed blood ran a hand through her straight platinum locks and took a breath to settle the bizarre nerves that buzzed plainly in her field. It wasn’t that she was nervous to meet the red heads parents, Imaan knew her Gioran heritage was bold enough to overshadow any self-consciousness that may have appeared there. No, Athrym was nervous about just how easily she tended to speak her mind, and how very easily she managed to piss people off. Already, since being in Brunnhold, she’d insulted multiple professors by calling their bluff or dismissing their ideals with her own matter-of-fact statements. It didn’t actually bother the woman, if people were stupid enough to exaggerate their skills then they deserved to be called out.
Note to self, do not challenge either Siordanti to a duel.
Glancing over at Naul, the blonde smiled and squeezed his arm gently.
“Are you alright, Professor? We don’t have to visit you know? We could just go explore the rest of the city and find a room somewhere to...pass the time before we have to catch the boat back? I saw a poster back there before for a circus, maybe we could go see what the fuss is about?” Her words were light hearted, but the meaning behind them was genuine. Athrym knew what it was like to be dragged into unwelcome family matters, her parents arranged marriage a less than welcome environment to be in. If Naul didn’t want to introduce the Gioran Ambassador to his parents, then that was fine by her.
“You could blame it on me? The foreign dignitary required an escort through Vienda or something like that. I don’t mind another Anaxi disliking me.” She chuckled, smiling up at the man whilst they walked, before looking ahead to watch a group of wicks pass by with brightly coloured hair and clothing. Her nose wrinkled with repulsion.
“Disgusting abominations. Seriously, how in Imaan’s name can they be allowed in the city? Should all be exiled into the Northern Tors with the other beasts.” The idea of humans being members of society may have confused and confronted the young woman, but the concept of wicks out and out revolted her. A mix of galdor and human blood, Gods the thought made her want to hurl. May as well go sleep with a kenser or a chrove, that’s how unnatural it was. And the fact that their genes blended to actually breed the half-bloods was almost laughable. Did the mona truly accept these abominations, or did it get confused by their galdori biology? According to what she’d read, the wicks could cast, but it was pathetic. Beginner pathetic.
Cull the lot of them.
“Is there anything special I should be aware of? Any topics I should avoid or customs I need to complete? Does your father drink cognac? I could give him a personal invitation to our distillery?” The Ambassador watched a Seventen pass by on his chrove, field reaching out as though keen to test the mettle of the man in the green suit. Elite police force of Anaxas, Athrym almost found it a personal challenge to see exactly what elite entailed.
Perhaps another time.
It didn’t stop Athrym from spending days and days agonising over what to pack and what to wear, painfully aware that the taller Anaxi had mentioned his father’s refusal to speak to him since his brailing as a fifth form.
Settling on the traditional formal dress of her people, the pale mixed blood ran a hand through her straight platinum locks and took a breath to settle the bizarre nerves that buzzed plainly in her field. It wasn’t that she was nervous to meet the red heads parents, Imaan knew her Gioran heritage was bold enough to overshadow any self-consciousness that may have appeared there. No, Athrym was nervous about just how easily she tended to speak her mind, and how very easily she managed to piss people off. Already, since being in Brunnhold, she’d insulted multiple professors by calling their bluff or dismissing their ideals with her own matter-of-fact statements. It didn’t actually bother the woman, if people were stupid enough to exaggerate their skills then they deserved to be called out.
Note to self, do not challenge either Siordanti to a duel.
Glancing over at Naul, the blonde smiled and squeezed his arm gently.
“Are you alright, Professor? We don’t have to visit you know? We could just go explore the rest of the city and find a room somewhere to...pass the time before we have to catch the boat back? I saw a poster back there before for a circus, maybe we could go see what the fuss is about?” Her words were light hearted, but the meaning behind them was genuine. Athrym knew what it was like to be dragged into unwelcome family matters, her parents arranged marriage a less than welcome environment to be in. If Naul didn’t want to introduce the Gioran Ambassador to his parents, then that was fine by her.
“You could blame it on me? The foreign dignitary required an escort through Vienda or something like that. I don’t mind another Anaxi disliking me.” She chuckled, smiling up at the man whilst they walked, before looking ahead to watch a group of wicks pass by with brightly coloured hair and clothing. Her nose wrinkled with repulsion.
“Disgusting abominations. Seriously, how in Imaan’s name can they be allowed in the city? Should all be exiled into the Northern Tors with the other beasts.” The idea of humans being members of society may have confused and confronted the young woman, but the concept of wicks out and out revolted her. A mix of galdor and human blood, Gods the thought made her want to hurl. May as well go sleep with a kenser or a chrove, that’s how unnatural it was. And the fact that their genes blended to actually breed the half-bloods was almost laughable. Did the mona truly accept these abominations, or did it get confused by their galdori biology? According to what she’d read, the wicks could cast, but it was pathetic. Beginner pathetic.
Cull the lot of them.
“Is there anything special I should be aware of? Any topics I should avoid or customs I need to complete? Does your father drink cognac? I could give him a personal invitation to our distillery?” The Ambassador watched a Seventen pass by on his chrove, field reaching out as though keen to test the mettle of the man in the green suit. Elite police force of Anaxas, Athrym almost found it a personal challenge to see exactly what elite entailed.
Perhaps another time.