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"I'm done with this bullshit." Seiyr growled, standing up just as the Czar turned from her. She spoke loud enough for him to hear, but quiet enough to avoid another spear in the back from one of the guards. In the shadows of the Desert Sun, she slipped away. She walked past the guards without a word, disgust and offense lacing her steps. It was one thing for the Czar and her to have their jabs in relative privacy, but in front of the whole of Kaustir… Her fists clenched.
His breath smelled like blood. Disgusting, tainted blood.
"Czarina..."
Seiyr turned and looked at the female, startled. Then, she began to laugh.
She laughed for a long time, leaving the slave wide-eyed and confused. It took several breaths for the woman to regain her composure, and even then tears of mirth pooled at her eyes.
"You think… you think that pile of shit is my husband?!" Seiyr tilted her head up, a smile playing across her normally stiff features, "no, child. I'd be much better off marrying a mule."
She placed an arm around the bewildered girl's shoulder, feeling strangely lighter than she had in moons.
"Let's fine you something to eat, no?"
Seiyr inhaled another slimy mouthful of the house special, spitting out a lizard eyeball.
"Who's idea was it to put this crap in a drink? Enhance the flavor, my arse."
"Seiyr." Nyroc spoke cautiously. "Why, uh… why are we here exactly?"
"To drink, you moron." she eyed her student's untouched drink. Nyroc pushed the beverage toward her, rolling his eyes. He never saw his teacher drink before, and he doubted she ever had. He studied the older woman, a worried expression replacing his annoyance. Sighing, he decided to take a risk.
"I saw what happened between you and the Czar today."
Seiyr set the cup down, her eyes focused on the contents within, "Aye... I'm sure everyone had." Her voice wavered slightly. There it was, the explanation to his question. They sat in relative silence, apart from the shouting, and the musicians, and the clattering of dishes. It was awfully unsettling for the male, seeing Seiyr as she was.
"What if the Czar wants to, uh, see you tonight? I mean, about that report you gave him." He added the last part quickly. He didn't want to upset the woman any more.
Seiyr laughed loudly, ruefully. "Well the Czar can go sniff a Draken's ass if he wants to talk to me. If he needs my company that bad, then he'll just have to find me himself." A few heads in the tavern turned at the loud outburst, but the head engineer payed them no mind. Her eyes cleared up, and she bent low to the table, "The only reason he chose Amalia is because she was the least threatening. Had K'Jol been in her place, he could easily organize a coup. Lut Sar is a younger Nocturne. The Czar can't have a general that would outlive him, now could he? Not to mention that nobody likes seeing rich merchants at the right hand of the Czar." Seiyr took another swig before finishing her statement. "Amalia was the best choice. Power to women, power to the weak, power to the people, no? There's no lust for the crown in her. Quite the trick isn't it, my student?" she cracked a smile.
Nyroc wasn't sure if his teacher was spewing out random drunken gibberish or thoughtful insight, but from the attention she was attracting, he knew it would be best to leave, and soon. Standing up, he half led half dragged the blonde to the door.
"I'll walk you to the palace, please don't get us killed en route, ma'am."[/dash]
"I'm done with this bullshit." Seiyr growled, standing up just as the Czar turned from her. She spoke loud enough for him to hear, but quiet enough to avoid another spear in the back from one of the guards. In the shadows of the Desert Sun, she slipped away. She walked past the guards without a word, disgust and offense lacing her steps. It was one thing for the Czar and her to have their jabs in relative privacy, but in front of the whole of Kaustir… Her fists clenched.
His breath smelled like blood. Disgusting, tainted blood.
"Czarina..."
Seiyr turned and looked at the female, startled. Then, she began to laugh.
She laughed for a long time, leaving the slave wide-eyed and confused. It took several breaths for the woman to regain her composure, and even then tears of mirth pooled at her eyes.
"You think… you think that pile of shit is my husband?!" Seiyr tilted her head up, a smile playing across her normally stiff features, "no, child. I'd be much better off marrying a mule."
She placed an arm around the bewildered girl's shoulder, feeling strangely lighter than she had in moons.
"Let's fine you something to eat, no?"
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The tavern had a curious smell about it; a mixture of piss, booze, sweat, and sweet spices. It was quite captivating picking out the different scents. Seiyr made sure to voice this thought to her companion. Nyroc stared back at the woman, his expression mirroring Arina's all those hours ago. The man was skeptical the moment his teacher had asked him to accompany her to the Dripping Lizard- a place rightfully named for it's damp and rotting floorboards. So far, he hadn't spoken a single word; and he doubted he needed to. Even alcohol seemed to turn this head engineer into a blithering fool.
Seiyr inhaled another slimy mouthful of the house special, spitting out a lizard eyeball.
"Who's idea was it to put this crap in a drink? Enhance the flavor, my arse."
"Seiyr." Nyroc spoke cautiously. "Why, uh… why are we here exactly?"
"To drink, you moron." she eyed her student's untouched drink. Nyroc pushed the beverage toward her, rolling his eyes. He never saw his teacher drink before, and he doubted she ever had. He studied the older woman, a worried expression replacing his annoyance. Sighing, he decided to take a risk.
"I saw what happened between you and the Czar today."
Seiyr set the cup down, her eyes focused on the contents within, "Aye... I'm sure everyone had." Her voice wavered slightly. There it was, the explanation to his question. They sat in relative silence, apart from the shouting, and the musicians, and the clattering of dishes. It was awfully unsettling for the male, seeing Seiyr as she was.
"What if the Czar wants to, uh, see you tonight? I mean, about that report you gave him." He added the last part quickly. He didn't want to upset the woman any more.
Seiyr laughed loudly, ruefully. "Well the Czar can go sniff a Draken's ass if he wants to talk to me. If he needs my company that bad, then he'll just have to find me himself." A few heads in the tavern turned at the loud outburst, but the head engineer payed them no mind. Her eyes cleared up, and she bent low to the table, "The only reason he chose Amalia is because she was the least threatening. Had K'Jol been in her place, he could easily organize a coup. Lut Sar is a younger Nocturne. The Czar can't have a general that would outlive him, now could he? Not to mention that nobody likes seeing rich merchants at the right hand of the Czar." Seiyr took another swig before finishing her statement. "Amalia was the best choice. Power to women, power to the weak, power to the people, no? There's no lust for the crown in her. Quite the trick isn't it, my student?" she cracked a smile.
Nyroc wasn't sure if his teacher was spewing out random drunken gibberish or thoughtful insight, but from the attention she was attracting, he knew it would be best to leave, and soon. Standing up, he half led half dragged the blonde to the door.
"I'll walk you to the palace, please don't get us killed en route, ma'am."[/dash]