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Walking from the nursery to the hallway to the outside was always a shock for Nena, despite the fact that she'd been making the transitions for nearly twenty years now. It was impossible not to react, when the nursery was so hot and dry it always made Nena wonder if she was about to wither like a corpse, the air in the hallways was so moist from the humidifying systems it felt like someone had pressed a towel over her face and her hair immediately plastered to the back of the neck, and then the heat sun struck her like a blow as soon as she stepped outside. She almost always paused just outside the door to the stable, taking a brief moment of respite in the shade of a nearby awning, to give her stunned system a chance to recover and wait for the water that had beaded on her skin from the walk through the hallways to evaporate.
Today, though, Nena didn't pause. Five minutes ago a stableboy had found her turning the eggs in one of the nurseries, and told her that Munjid had sent people looking for her, Magen, and Latif, and that he wanted them to get to his office as soon as possible. Nena had frozen at the stableboy's words, and her first instinct had been to halt her task and head over immediately. She, Magen, and Latif made up the three head officers of the stable, and he wouldn't have called for them if it wasn't something important. But she forced herself to relax, thank the stableboy for the information, and then continue turning over the eggs with both patience and gentleness. She couldn't leave this task undone, or take the risks of rushing and messing something up. As soon as possible would simply have to be after she finished this.
Of course, she had no problems making the decision that she could make up for a bit of her spent time by not taking her customary break in the shade, so instead she bore the full brunt of the sun immediately, eyes narrowing to slits against the pain of the glare, as she set off for the small, detached building where Munjid had his office.
Of course, her rush had proved unnecessary. Nena couldn't decide whether it said more about her or Munjid that the stablemaster wasn't even in his office when Nena arrived, nostrils slightly flared from the brisk walk as she took deep breaths to control her panting. She'd rapped briskly against Munjid's door once she had her breathing mostly under control, and had received no answer. The handle on the door had been locked. She'd been left leaning against the wall near the door, fuming.
Of course, Nena was always one to show up fifteen minutes before the expected time for a meeting, and she knew most people in the city considered "when the sun's high in the sky" to be a perfectly reasonable description of when they hoped to meet up with someone else, but Nena had assumed Munjid might have a little more consideration when his instructions had been "as soon as possible". Obviously she had been wrong.
She was left tapping her foot for another restless two minutes that felt a lot more like ten, before Mugen opened the door, letting in a ray of sunshine, a puff of sand, and the man himself. Nena acknowledged the man with little more than a curt nod, and he didn't even bother to return that. Instead, he limped his way over to the door to Munjid's office, and knocked harshly. Nena scowled at his back. As if she wouldn't have thought to try that.
Munjid didn't answer Magen's insistent pounding any more than he had Nena's polite rap from a couple minutes ago, and the man was forced to retreat to a wall on the opposite side of the door, occupying a position quite similar to Nena's own, albeit mirrored.
Munjid showed up with Latif half a step behind him a few minutes later, which had seemed even longer than her wait when the hallway had been empty, because now she had to listen to Magen and his wheezing breath the whole time. For a moment he seemed taken aback by the fact that Nena and Magen were standing there, before the brief expression was buried under the mask of competence he always wore. If she was feeling perfectly honest Nena wasn't much more font of Munjid than she was of Magen, but at least Munjid had the emotional maturity to act like a professional. He did his work, trusted Nena to do hers, and they only had to cross paths rarely. Magen couldn't manage more than that first one.
Latif settled near Nena while they all waited for Munjid to struggle through the process of unlocking his door. She leaned in slightly closer to Latif, gaze curious."Do you know what this is about?"
Latif nodded, rubbing the stump of his right shoulder unconsciously with his left hand. Despite Latif's penchant to snap at anyone who bumped him the wrong way, literally or metaphorically, Nena liked him a lot better than Magen and Munjid combined. The old man could be a bit of a curmudgeon at times, and every one of the handler trainees had borne the brunt of one of his tongue lashings at least once, if not more, but he'd also seen enough of life that he knew exactly what he cared about and what he didn't. In a world as cutthroat as this one, that kind of straightforwardness was as refreshing as the first cool breeze after the sun dropped below the horizon.
Latif didn't offer any more information about why they had been summoned, and Nena cocked an eyebrow at him, silently prompting him to spill the beans. He didn't seem particularly willing.
"Munjid will tell you as soon as he gets the door open. No point in saying it twice."
Nena let the matter drop, half because she knew Latif would get impatient if she kept pushing, half because the sound of metal sliding across stone reached her ears, as Munjid finally managed to get his key to slide the bolt that held the door closed. Even if she pushed, it was doubtful Latif would be able to say anything before Munjid ushered them into his office.
A moment later and they'd filled four of the six chairs in the room, and Munjid had cracked the window in hopes of getting a trace of airflow through the stuffy room. Nena considered the wait far worse than the oppressive mustiness of the air.
Munjid took a couple moments to shift around in his chair while Nena did her best to school her expression to something that wouldn't reveal her impatience. Finally, however, he seemed satisfied with the way he had oriented his bulk, and got down to business.
"I'm certain you all know Youssef…"
"Samir's son, Youssef?" Magen clarified before Munjid could get anything else out, a scowl crossing his face.
Munjid leveled a harsh stare at Magen. "Yes, that Youssef, and if I hear the faintest rumor that you made that expression in reference to our Sultan's son again, it won't go well for you."
Magen opened his mouth to protest, but Nena spoke up before this conversation could end up any more derailed. She understood the reason for Munjid's anger to an extent, Youssef was technically his nephew, but if he and Magen got into a pissing contest, it would never end. "Why are you bringing him up, Munjid?"
Potential catastrophe successfully averted, Munjid turned his attention to Nena. His expression was hard, and vaguely resigned "Youssef is coming here." When his statement didn't earn any reaction from Nena or Magen, he continued. "To train as a handler."
Silence lingered on for another couple seconds, before Magen finally spoke up. "You must be joking." For once, Nena found herself agreeing with something the man said.
Munjid shook his head. "I've already spoken to Latif about it. We are going to be assigning Nadjilla as his personal trainer, and he'll be working with the small wyvern Bihjan just finished training. That should hopefully ward off… potential disasters."
"But…"
"This isn't a meeting to ask your opinion on the matter, Magen," Munjid snapped. "It is a meeting to tell you how it is going to be. Youssef might be a bit... " It looked like Munjid was struggling to pick an appropriate word. "Immature at times, but he is still one of Samir's sons. I expect you to remember that, and behave accordingly."
This time it was Nena's turn to frown. "He may be Samir's son, but if he gets anywhere near the nurseries, I'm going to give him as solid a thrashing as I would any trainee, Sultan's son or otherwise."
Munjid nodded. "Of course. Samir isn't expecting us to coddle him, and we have our rules. If he breaks one, he will be in just as much trouble as any other trainee. But that doesn't mean he is any other trainee, and he certainly won't be put through the normal, err, tests."
Nena winced slightly, remembering a few of the "tests" she'd been put through when she'd been just a girl. One had involved dousing her in a water tank before throwing her on the back of a sleeping drake. She still had the burn marks on her stomach. She wished she'd had some relationship with the Sultan to protect her then; the fact that her father was the head breeder at the time hadn't spared her anything.
Nena didn't seem to be the only one recalling some of the trials they'd been put through. Every one of the people in this room, except for Munjid that was, had been put through them. Munjid, however, didn't seem to sense their discomfort, and continued without pausing. "I expect you to distribute that information to the rest of the people under you, and keep an eye on the situation. If anything happens, I'll make sure everyone in this room takes equal blame."
No one doubted his words.
Today, though, Nena didn't pause. Five minutes ago a stableboy had found her turning the eggs in one of the nurseries, and told her that Munjid had sent people looking for her, Magen, and Latif, and that he wanted them to get to his office as soon as possible. Nena had frozen at the stableboy's words, and her first instinct had been to halt her task and head over immediately. She, Magen, and Latif made up the three head officers of the stable, and he wouldn't have called for them if it wasn't something important. But she forced herself to relax, thank the stableboy for the information, and then continue turning over the eggs with both patience and gentleness. She couldn't leave this task undone, or take the risks of rushing and messing something up. As soon as possible would simply have to be after she finished this.
Of course, she had no problems making the decision that she could make up for a bit of her spent time by not taking her customary break in the shade, so instead she bore the full brunt of the sun immediately, eyes narrowing to slits against the pain of the glare, as she set off for the small, detached building where Munjid had his office.
Of course, her rush had proved unnecessary. Nena couldn't decide whether it said more about her or Munjid that the stablemaster wasn't even in his office when Nena arrived, nostrils slightly flared from the brisk walk as she took deep breaths to control her panting. She'd rapped briskly against Munjid's door once she had her breathing mostly under control, and had received no answer. The handle on the door had been locked. She'd been left leaning against the wall near the door, fuming.
Of course, Nena was always one to show up fifteen minutes before the expected time for a meeting, and she knew most people in the city considered "when the sun's high in the sky" to be a perfectly reasonable description of when they hoped to meet up with someone else, but Nena had assumed Munjid might have a little more consideration when his instructions had been "as soon as possible". Obviously she had been wrong.
She was left tapping her foot for another restless two minutes that felt a lot more like ten, before Mugen opened the door, letting in a ray of sunshine, a puff of sand, and the man himself. Nena acknowledged the man with little more than a curt nod, and he didn't even bother to return that. Instead, he limped his way over to the door to Munjid's office, and knocked harshly. Nena scowled at his back. As if she wouldn't have thought to try that.
Munjid didn't answer Magen's insistent pounding any more than he had Nena's polite rap from a couple minutes ago, and the man was forced to retreat to a wall on the opposite side of the door, occupying a position quite similar to Nena's own, albeit mirrored.
Munjid showed up with Latif half a step behind him a few minutes later, which had seemed even longer than her wait when the hallway had been empty, because now she had to listen to Magen and his wheezing breath the whole time. For a moment he seemed taken aback by the fact that Nena and Magen were standing there, before the brief expression was buried under the mask of competence he always wore. If she was feeling perfectly honest Nena wasn't much more font of Munjid than she was of Magen, but at least Munjid had the emotional maturity to act like a professional. He did his work, trusted Nena to do hers, and they only had to cross paths rarely. Magen couldn't manage more than that first one.
Latif settled near Nena while they all waited for Munjid to struggle through the process of unlocking his door. She leaned in slightly closer to Latif, gaze curious."Do you know what this is about?"
Latif nodded, rubbing the stump of his right shoulder unconsciously with his left hand. Despite Latif's penchant to snap at anyone who bumped him the wrong way, literally or metaphorically, Nena liked him a lot better than Magen and Munjid combined. The old man could be a bit of a curmudgeon at times, and every one of the handler trainees had borne the brunt of one of his tongue lashings at least once, if not more, but he'd also seen enough of life that he knew exactly what he cared about and what he didn't. In a world as cutthroat as this one, that kind of straightforwardness was as refreshing as the first cool breeze after the sun dropped below the horizon.
Latif didn't offer any more information about why they had been summoned, and Nena cocked an eyebrow at him, silently prompting him to spill the beans. He didn't seem particularly willing.
"Munjid will tell you as soon as he gets the door open. No point in saying it twice."
Nena let the matter drop, half because she knew Latif would get impatient if she kept pushing, half because the sound of metal sliding across stone reached her ears, as Munjid finally managed to get his key to slide the bolt that held the door closed. Even if she pushed, it was doubtful Latif would be able to say anything before Munjid ushered them into his office.
A moment later and they'd filled four of the six chairs in the room, and Munjid had cracked the window in hopes of getting a trace of airflow through the stuffy room. Nena considered the wait far worse than the oppressive mustiness of the air.
Munjid took a couple moments to shift around in his chair while Nena did her best to school her expression to something that wouldn't reveal her impatience. Finally, however, he seemed satisfied with the way he had oriented his bulk, and got down to business.
"I'm certain you all know Youssef…"
"Samir's son, Youssef?" Magen clarified before Munjid could get anything else out, a scowl crossing his face.
Munjid leveled a harsh stare at Magen. "Yes, that Youssef, and if I hear the faintest rumor that you made that expression in reference to our Sultan's son again, it won't go well for you."
Magen opened his mouth to protest, but Nena spoke up before this conversation could end up any more derailed. She understood the reason for Munjid's anger to an extent, Youssef was technically his nephew, but if he and Magen got into a pissing contest, it would never end. "Why are you bringing him up, Munjid?"
Potential catastrophe successfully averted, Munjid turned his attention to Nena. His expression was hard, and vaguely resigned "Youssef is coming here." When his statement didn't earn any reaction from Nena or Magen, he continued. "To train as a handler."
Silence lingered on for another couple seconds, before Magen finally spoke up. "You must be joking." For once, Nena found herself agreeing with something the man said.
Munjid shook his head. "I've already spoken to Latif about it. We are going to be assigning Nadjilla as his personal trainer, and he'll be working with the small wyvern Bihjan just finished training. That should hopefully ward off… potential disasters."
"But…"
"This isn't a meeting to ask your opinion on the matter, Magen," Munjid snapped. "It is a meeting to tell you how it is going to be. Youssef might be a bit... " It looked like Munjid was struggling to pick an appropriate word. "Immature at times, but he is still one of Samir's sons. I expect you to remember that, and behave accordingly."
This time it was Nena's turn to frown. "He may be Samir's son, but if he gets anywhere near the nurseries, I'm going to give him as solid a thrashing as I would any trainee, Sultan's son or otherwise."
Munjid nodded. "Of course. Samir isn't expecting us to coddle him, and we have our rules. If he breaks one, he will be in just as much trouble as any other trainee. But that doesn't mean he is any other trainee, and he certainly won't be put through the normal, err, tests."
Nena winced slightly, remembering a few of the "tests" she'd been put through when she'd been just a girl. One had involved dousing her in a water tank before throwing her on the back of a sleeping drake. She still had the burn marks on her stomach. She wished she'd had some relationship with the Sultan to protect her then; the fact that her father was the head breeder at the time hadn't spared her anything.
Nena didn't seem to be the only one recalling some of the trials they'd been put through. Every one of the people in this room, except for Munjid that was, had been put through them. Munjid, however, didn't seem to sense their discomfort, and continued without pausing. "I expect you to distribute that information to the rest of the people under you, and keep an eye on the situation. If anything happens, I'll make sure everyone in this room takes equal blame."
No one doubted his words.