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Mm. Perhaps for a night.
[ He swallows a few anecdotes about this or that Orlesian secretly into role playing and the possibility that he and Alexandrie will, someday, time and war permitting, have a party where everyone must come as someone else and stay that way. Instead he wiggles a toe. ]
Okay. I am done being silly. What happened?
[ He swallows a few anecdotes about this or that Orlesian secretly into role playing and the possibility that he and Alexandrie will, someday, time and war permitting, have a party where everyone must come as someone else and stay that way. Instead he wiggles a toe. ]
Okay. I am done being silly. What happened?
I would not think it malicious. He seems eager to please, whenever I see him. Or eager to fit in. Maybe he was trying to impress you somehow. Or maybe all that time in the dungeon rotted whichever part of his head stores his etiquette.
How silly was the hat?
How silly was the hat?
Not dreadfully so. Three-pointed, brocade, with a mid-length plume. Something I'd have been proud to be wearing if any of the others had been wearing hats. As, again, I had been led to believe they would.
Maker, have you ever had those moments where you feel as though you're eighteen years old and knobby-kneed once again?
Maker, have you ever had those moments where you feel as though you're eighteen years old and knobby-kneed once again?
[ Bastien opens his mouth to say of course, yes, certainly. Habit. But he stops himself, and instead says, ]
I was never eighteen and knobby-kneed,
[ as an airy, braggy, but honest stand-in for a longer and potentially derailing explanation that by then he'd had any genuine clumsiness ironed out. ]
But I think I know what you mean. I do feel awkward sometimes here—it's horrible. It might be a symptom of actually caring what some people think.
I was never eighteen and knobby-kneed,
[ as an airy, braggy, but honest stand-in for a longer and potentially derailing explanation that by then he'd had any genuine clumsiness ironed out. ]
But I think I know what you mean. I do feel awkward sometimes here—it's horrible. It might be a symptom of actually caring what some people think.
Mm.
[ Right. For Bastien, it would have been - what - thirteen and knobby-kneed? By feels a strange little pang at the thought. The teenaged years weren't good, certainly, but they were necessary in many ways. By had started to figure out who he was in those years. It couldn't possibly be easy, to spend them pretending to be a series of others. ]
I think that's true. If it had been a combination of different people, or even of strangers, I think I'd have found it quite funny, actually.
[ Right. For Bastien, it would have been - what - thirteen and knobby-kneed? By feels a strange little pang at the thought. The teenaged years weren't good, certainly, but they were necessary in many ways. By had started to figure out who he was in those years. It couldn't possibly be easy, to spend them pretending to be a series of others. ]
I think that's true. If it had been a combination of different people, or even of strangers, I think I'd have found it quite funny, actually.
[ It’s easy to imagine Byerly swanning into a gathering that didn’t expect him, oddly dressed for the occasion, and making it everyone else’s problem instead of his. But it’s also not very difficult to imagine him awkward, now that Bastien’s witnessed it a time or two.
Imagining both now makes his smile a little muted, but fond. ]
Why do you care what they think?
[ Asked with genuine curiosity, no damn people’s opinions of you rebellion. ]
Because you need to be taken more seriously? And Athessa and Colin—I suppose they’ve both seen some of who you are at your heart, when you helped them.
Imagining both now makes his smile a little muted, but fond. ]
Why do you care what they think?
[ Asked with genuine curiosity, no damn people’s opinions of you rebellion. ]
Because you need to be taken more seriously? And Athessa and Colin—I suppose they’ve both seen some of who you are at your heart, when you helped them.
Well, for the record, I certainly do not care what Artemaeus thinks of me. Eager to please or not, the boy blows wherever the wind takes him. A true traitor, at least, would have the courage of his convictions.
[ He's a decent enough assistant, to be fair. But what little respect Byerly had built up for him as a person has certainly been stomped down again by this incident. ]
Colin and Athessa, though. That's more fraught. [ A shrug. ] You like Athessa; Alexandrie likes Colin.
[ He's a decent enough assistant, to be fair. But what little respect Byerly had built up for him as a person has certainly been stomped down again by this incident. ]
Colin and Athessa, though. That's more fraught. [ A shrug. ] You like Athessa; Alexandrie likes Colin.
[ Bastien considers that. He’s still considering it—how he can’t honestly say he doesn’t care what Athessa thinks of Byerly, and vice versa—while he stalls for a moment by gesturing to the mostly-bare shelves over the desk, now somewhat less bare for the addition of a painting of the night sky over a bit of harbor. ]
Colin gave that to me recently. He came by because he’d decided we should get to know each other better. It was strange—his favorite subjects seem to be how mages have suffered and how little he likes talking about himself.
[ A little mean to say. But what’s better for feeling awkward than knowing the people who made you feel that way aren’t any better? ]
But unless it turns out he wants something, later, it was sweet that he was trying so hard.
Colin gave that to me recently. He came by because he’d decided we should get to know each other better. It was strange—his favorite subjects seem to be how mages have suffered and how little he likes talking about himself.
[ A little mean to say. But what’s better for feeling awkward than knowing the people who made you feel that way aren’t any better? ]
But unless it turns out he wants something, later, it was sweet that he was trying so hard.
[ There is nothing better than someone saying something mean about someone you feel awkward around. It's better than the finest wines in Antiva. By thinks that this is part of his problem - there are so few bitchy people here that he can gossip with. ]
Oh, yes, the boy is sweet. No question of that. And also, in the way of so many sweet people, quite remarkably judgmental.
Oh, yes, the boy is sweet. No question of that. And also, in the way of so many sweet people, quite remarkably judgmental.
[ A little shrug. Breezily: ]
Oh, you know. After all that - [ The arrangement and manipulation of the trial that saw Colin's tormentor punished - ] I offered the young fellow a place in Rutyer lands. With, of course, the caveat that he'd need to help ensure that my dear cousin Richars wasn't the Bann if he wanted the land habitable. I'll allow that I did not propose this in the most graceful way, but immediately the assumption was one of manipulation and ill intent.
[ And the record has certainly shown just how much that destroys Byerly. ]
Oh, you know. After all that - [ The arrangement and manipulation of the trial that saw Colin's tormentor punished - ] I offered the young fellow a place in Rutyer lands. With, of course, the caveat that he'd need to help ensure that my dear cousin Richars wasn't the Bann if he wanted the land habitable. I'll allow that I did not propose this in the most graceful way, but immediately the assumption was one of manipulation and ill intent.
[ And the record has certainly shown just how much that destroys Byerly. ]
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