Post by mistrali on Apr 14, 2013 4:43:57 GMT 10
Title: Figures
Rating: G
Word Count: 273
Pairing: Kaddar/Kalasin
Warnings: NA
Fight: 1/A
Summary: Kalasin's tongue gets the better of her.
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Figures
"You know, of course, that opals are our chief export in precious stones?" enquired Kaddar, holding her eyes with his as they ascended the staircase to the imperial treasury.
"Of course; Sirajit opals helped you secure the pearl trade with Maren six years ago," she said, wondering why he should test her on what was surely common knowledge to any future monarch worth his or her salt.
"Yes - they pulled Carthak some four thousand Tortallan gold crowns out of debt in 432."
"Of course, prices have climbed since then," said Kally thoughtfully, "so with inflation, they'd be worth... oh, five thousand one hundred? And I think that the price of Marenite gold has risen slightly and Carthak's coin has dropped. So... that might be four thousand eight hundred, in today's terms, allowing for mistakes. Does that sound right?" she asked, having forgotten entirely, in the familiar drill of calculating figures and exchange rates, that she was not at the palace studying mathematics and economics with her favourite tutor, Sir Myles of Olau.
He raised his eyebrows, and Kally flushed: how stupid he must think her, to figure - to ramble! - in front of him as a child might. Especially in Carthak, where she was going to be ruler, nothing less!
"I apologise," she said as calmly as she could manage, meeting his eyes despite her embarrassment. "I didn't... I'm afraid I forgot myself, Your Majesty."
He smiled - indulgently, she thought -- which only worsened her mortification.
"So you like mathematics?" he asked kindly, and she nodded.
"Good!" he said, grinning in triumph. "You can take over most of the accounts; I loathe them. I'll do the taxes: gods know anything's preferable to balancing those cursed profit and loss sheets."
Rating: G
Word Count: 273
Pairing: Kaddar/Kalasin
Warnings: NA
Fight: 1/A
Summary: Kalasin's tongue gets the better of her.
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Figures
"You know, of course, that opals are our chief export in precious stones?" enquired Kaddar, holding her eyes with his as they ascended the staircase to the imperial treasury.
"Of course; Sirajit opals helped you secure the pearl trade with Maren six years ago," she said, wondering why he should test her on what was surely common knowledge to any future monarch worth his or her salt.
"Yes - they pulled Carthak some four thousand Tortallan gold crowns out of debt in 432."
"Of course, prices have climbed since then," said Kally thoughtfully, "so with inflation, they'd be worth... oh, five thousand one hundred? And I think that the price of Marenite gold has risen slightly and Carthak's coin has dropped. So... that might be four thousand eight hundred, in today's terms, allowing for mistakes. Does that sound right?" she asked, having forgotten entirely, in the familiar drill of calculating figures and exchange rates, that she was not at the palace studying mathematics and economics with her favourite tutor, Sir Myles of Olau.
He raised his eyebrows, and Kally flushed: how stupid he must think her, to figure - to ramble! - in front of him as a child might. Especially in Carthak, where she was going to be ruler, nothing less!
"I apologise," she said as calmly as she could manage, meeting his eyes despite her embarrassment. "I didn't... I'm afraid I forgot myself, Your Majesty."
He smiled - indulgently, she thought -- which only worsened her mortification.
"So you like mathematics?" he asked kindly, and she nodded.
"Good!" he said, grinning in triumph. "You can take over most of the accounts; I loathe them. I'll do the taxes: gods know anything's preferable to balancing those cursed profit and loss sheets."