Karal was mostly over his cold, and completely sick of his room. He knew it was Christmas today, not that he really knew what that involved, but there was one Karsite tradition he was quite sure would fit
( Read more... )
Inara wandered in, dressed in warm, soft clothing and a pair of slippers--extremely casual for her. She beamed when she saw Karal. "It's good to see you up and around. Are you feeling better?"
"Inara!" Karal beamed up at her and put his book down, while Altra purred a greeting. "I am, yes. I credit your tea and Andrew's chicken noodle soup for my quick recovery. Would you like some cider?"
He hopped up to pour her some. "Chicken noodle soup. It's a traditional soup of this world, that people give others when they're sick," he explained. "It's very good. Soothing." He smiled as he offered her the mug. "I think we might be the only two people left on the island, it's so quiet."
"Hmmm, I'm not sure," he said thoughtfully, returning to sit on the couch and gesturing for her join him. "I think the first thing is to fence off the Preserve so Trenor can have it to run in. What would you do first?"
"Inara! That is hardly the point! Bright Flame, can you really see me as any sort of an overlord," Altra started to laugh and Karal rolled his eyes at the 'cat, "Supreme or otherwise?"
"No matter what I do, I can never escape having a very tall hat," he said sadly, or as sadly as someone who's trying not to laugh can manage. "Have you seen the one that goes with my formal regalia? It's...gaudy to say the least."
"It's black, with gold and jewels - many, many gold and jewels - and a very tall point in the middle," he said, hanging his head. "I can't imagine what use it could possibly be, but it's been a tradition for hundreds of years."
Reply
Reply
Reply
Reply
Reply
Reply
Reply
Reply
Reply
Reply
Reply
Reply
Reply
Reply
Reply
Reply
Leave a comment