Application for Prince Kheldar (aka Silk), the Belgariad / Mallorean
((This Silk is post-Mallorean))
One big drafty castle is much the same as another big drafty castle, but Silk had visited Riva often enough that he was fairly sure that this room wasn't in the Citadel. For one thing, Garion didn't have any pens that stood upright with no hand to hold them and tapped themselves on the parchment, as if they were ( Read more... )
One big drafty castle is much the same as another big drafty castle, but Silk had visited Riva often enough that he was fairly sure that this room wasn't in the Citadel. For one thing, Garion didn't have any pens that stood upright with no hand to hold them and tapped themselves on the parchment, as if they were ( Read more... )
Ron did not take the changes in Hogwarts very well, so after years of frustrations he left Hogwarts behind to 'find himself.' He found pretty much everything except himself, which in retrospect was a good thing because he had an evil puppet. Silk, however, still did not make any sense to Ron.
"I've never heard of those places. Are you sure you're not an alien? We have problems with aliens. And why do all the assassins from your planet sound adorable?" Murgos reminded Ron of some kind of homicidal mango. As his experiences destroyed his healthy sense of skepticism, he actually thought this might be the case.
"You blokes have gods too?" Ron glanced around, and then leaned forward. "Do you... think you'd like to invite one of ours over? Because we have a bunch of death gods. Seven. They make the students nervous."
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"So they're the inhabitants of kingdoms, then. But you only consider dinosaurs people if they talk? Maybe it's just where I'm from, but refusing to consider mutes to be people seems more than a little backward. And I have no idea what an alien is."
Mallorea being a carnivore empire, though, made him snicker - which turned into outright laughter once he realised that by 'assassins' Ron meant the entire Murgo race.
"Adorable? Murgos?!" He managed to get his laughter under control. "Oh, that makes me almost wish Taur Urgas was still alive, just so I could tell that to him. Forget his penchant for chewing on the carpets in fits of anger, he'd go straight through the carpets and start chewing on the floorstones!"
The question on gods he certainly wasn't expecting. "Of course we have gods, and I think we have enough of them." He stopped and considered. "Although maybe a new god could take the Karands and Morindim and put a stop to their demon-worship. I imagine a death-god will want human sacrifices, though, and we had quite enough of that with Torak. Over the years his priests killed more Angaraks than all the wars with the West put together."
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Ron gave up on the subject altogether, having lost both interest and his bearings. He would leave such thinking to a lawyer, if that profession even existed in the Wizarding World.
He laughed at the image some bloke throwing a hissy fit by chewing on the floor. "He did what?. What did the bloody carpet do to him? And I don't get why chewing the carpet is more satisfying than hollering or throwing birds at people." He didn't understand the appeal of that one either, but he had been too busy fleeing Hermione at the time to ask. "Unless rage made him, well, hungry."
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"Ah, but whenyou define animals are mutes, are you talking about animals who don't speak human speech? Because I've known some very intelligent animals who could speak in their language, just not human language." Garion's wolf, for one.
He chuckled at Ron's amusement about Taur Urgas. "The carpet didn't do anything to him, which is probably why he chewed on it. He was completely insane - all the Murgo kings were, until the present one, and that's because he's not actually related to Taur Urgas. The insanity of their kings is one of the things that made the Murgos impossible to deal with."
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