Post by mistrali on Apr 7, 2015 1:01:46 GMT 10
Title: Letter
Rating: G
Warnings: None
Word Count: 533
Couple/Character: Kaddar/Kalasin
Event: Just in Jousting (100w min)
Competition: Decathlon
Series: A Worthwhile Fight
Summary: Kalasin writes to Kaddar. Set during A Dragon's Tale.
Other Notes: Thanks to Rachy for the wonderful idea! Unfortunately I managed to turn it into dreadful(ly clichéd) not-quite-fluff. Hooray.
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Dear Kaddar (I refuse to use your title in a private letter),
The Ministers and I are managing well without you: my ears are quite unscathed by empires or anything else falling down about them, thank you very much. I won't bore you with prices and such, but wheat costs are rising and we had better keep our fingers on the pulse of Yamani silk. Meetings with miners' guild were fine, but they're now demanding the loan in advance, as usual. You can't live with them and you can't live without them, as Roald would say. The problem with the Sirajit warlords persists, though, and that I am losing sleep over. Please advise, as far as you can.
Things have settled down on the Copper Isles front, but I've dispatched a couple of naval units as you instructed. Saraiyu tells me that Tongkang's luarin rebels have been assembling again, splinters of the old brigand nobility. It seems Queen Dovasary's finding all this stressful - not that she isn't coping, but not being raised to queenship must make it all twice as hard, and she's so young, still. Can you imagine, Kaddar, if you and I had been asked to rule at thirteen? We would've ruined the kingdom, me with all my wilfulness and you with some mad idea of building gardens and birds' sanctuaries at each corner.
My riding school is finally taking shape, I hope. All the paperwork on the plot is done, and today I can finally start inspecting likely sellers. I know, you'll laugh and roll your eyes, but I saw such a fine yearling filly in Farida yesterday; she'd as lovely a pair of forelegs as you ever saw, and... well, no, I don't want her for myself. But she was beautiful - even you would've thought so.
In more alarming news, your mother's being frighteningly cordial to me after Princess Shinko's gift of shukusen; yesterday she even stayed to watch my practice session. Apparently new weapons are only alright if they're decorative. Only look, I should've tied ribbons to my swords months ago and saved myself some misery. Binur is as sweetly aggravating as ever and doing well at his reading. And nature studies as well, if scaring me half to death by running at nests of fire ants is any indication (Surga scooped him up, luckily, and distracted him with a fig).
Write and describe all the villages to me! What sorts of people have you met so far: any more twin shamans? I loved all your descriptions of the daggers, and of Numair's juggling for the chieftains. Oh, and you're not to catch cold, pneumonia or worse by sitting up at night, dearest. Ask Numair and Kitten to purify the water twice over, just in case, and for Mithros' sake don't go scaling trees in search of a rare oriole, or something equally foolish. Not that Daine would stand for that!
I have to go and see to the cook, and then it's time for tea and a walk and then bed.
Yours,
Kalasin