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Nine days into their fourteen-day trip, the courier ship arrives in the Komarr system. Five more jumps to go. Miles is not yet capable of peeling himself off a willing Linya before he passes out (and willingness is in no short supply), and the resulting peculiar sleep schedule causes Ivan no end of giggling. Linya draws him diagrams of more complicated braids as aspirational goals (getting five and a half feet of slidy-soft hair to be in even the simplest braid properly is a little tricky), which induces Miles to spend most of a day fascinatedly braiding and rebraiding her hair in various configurations. She, meanwhile, writes pen software that eats standard comconsole software and renders it for pen-ability in what she thinks is a user-friendly manner, and works on Russian.
When they reach the Komarr system, there's a message squirt, bounced at lightspeed from the little ships that do nothing but dance back and forth from side to side of the intervening wormholes collecting and broadcasting data. It says that Captain Illyan invites Miles to supplement his mission report by bringing his wife along.
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isthisart
isthisart
"I have a fair amount of conscious control over how my brain functions, when I put the time in to work on it."
isthisart
"It's very useful for being able to compose myself in tense or emotional situations."
isthisart
"It is!"
Despite Linya's willingness to show up to an interview with Illyan, Miles does not make a reply to his boss during the remaining five days of the trip. He does, however, braid and rebraid her hair about sixty times over several sittings, and eventually learn to suggest adjourning marital relations for lunch or other concerns before he falls asleep on Linya some of the time.
Five jumps from Komarr to Barrayar. Hop, hop, hop, hop, hop.
Despite Linya's willingness to show up to an interview with Illyan, Miles does not make a reply to his boss during the remaining five days of the trip. He does, however, braid and rebraid her hair about sixty times over several sittings, and eventually learn to suggest adjourning marital relations for lunch or other concerns before he falls asleep on Linya some of the time.
Five jumps from Komarr to Barrayar. Hop, hop, hop, hop, hop.
thisvorlunatic
After the final jump, as they make their approach to Barrayar, Miles is only a tiny bit nervous. He decants his written report to Illyan onto a cipher disk, wipes it from the courier vessel's system, double-checks that all his luggage is properly packed, and then flomps onto the cabin's bed to wait out the last hour or so.
isthisart
Linya sits beside him and pets him. In Russian, she says, "Are you all right?"
thisvorlunatic
"I'm fine, I'm fine," he replies in the same language, snuggling up. "Waiting is one of my least favourite activities. I'll live."
isthisart
"You probably have time to braid my hair another four or five times, if you want."
isthisart
Linya giggles and calls up the most recent project - French herringbone! whee! - with her pen and puts it where he can see it over her shoulder.
thisvorlunatic
Ooh. Goals. Miles does love a nice moderately impossible goal.
isthisart
He'd need about twice as many hands to find some of these braids easy as opposed to "maybe someday doable".
Linya contently studies Russian until the ship gets where it's going.
Linya contently studies Russian until the ship gets where it's going.
thisvorlunatic
Miles manages the French herringbone on the third try, then unravels it and does it again more neatly, then unravels it again and produces a version in which his eyes can detect no flaw.
And scant minutes later, they make orbit. There is a certain amount of bustle involved in loading themselves and their belongings onto a shuttle, then offloading them again once they reach the spaceport. Miles is an old hand, and cheerfully capable of overseeing not only his meager pair of luggage cases but also all thirty of Linya's - he retrieves a large float pallet once they're on the ground, making the load possible if unwieldy for Linya to cart around without help. Then, after navigating them through the spaceport, he checks outside the front gate to see if the family has sent a groundcar.
And scant minutes later, they make orbit. There is a certain amount of bustle involved in loading themselves and their belongings onto a shuttle, then offloading them again once they reach the spaceport. Miles is an old hand, and cheerfully capable of overseeing not only his meager pair of luggage cases but also all thirty of Linya's - he retrieves a large float pallet once they're on the ground, making the load possible if unwieldy for Linya to cart around without help. Then, after navigating them through the spaceport, he checks outside the front gate to see if the family has sent a groundcar.
as-i-remember
They haven't.
Someone else is waiting there, however.
"Lieutenant Vorkosigan," he says pleasantly. "I hope you don't mind, but I was afraid something might have happened to my message. Such as you ignoring it."
Someone else is waiting there, however.
"Lieutenant Vorkosigan," he says pleasantly. "I hope you don't mind, but I was afraid something might have happened to my message. Such as you ignoring it."
thisvorlunatic
"...Good afternoon, sir," says Miles. "This is my wife, Lady haut Linyabel Miriat Vorkosigan—" an on-the-spot arrangement of her unprecedented combination of titles, which he feels rolls nicely off the tongue. "Linya, this is Captain Simon Illyan."
as-i-remember
"Congratulations," Illyan says, somewhat dryly. "I would love to hear just how this happy event came to occur. Perhaps you'd like to send your luggage to Vorkosigan House and come into my office for a... chat. On reflection, I'm not going to promise a quick one."
thisvorlunatic
"I have no objections on my own behalf," says Miles. "By the way, did you know fast-penta doesn't work on haut women?"
isthisart
"As an immunity, not an allergy, so if you care to test it I will not be liable to expire."
as-i-remember
"I wasn't intending to try it without your permission, and I see no reason to change that plan now that you've told me it wouldn't work," he says. "But thank you for the clarification, Lady Vorkosigan. And what are your feelings on coming to my office to discuss your recent marriage?"
as-i-remember
"I'm pleased to hear it."
Miles makes arrangements for the luggage. Illyan offers them a ride to ImpSec headquarters in the groundcar he has waiting.
ImpSec headquarters is a phenomenally ugly building. Tallish, squat, windowless, and 'decorated' (to use the term loosely) with a tangle of ugly relief sculptures of various fantastic creatures.
Miles makes arrangements for the luggage. Illyan offers them a ride to ImpSec headquarters in the groundcar he has waiting.
ImpSec headquarters is a phenomenally ugly building. Tallish, squat, windowless, and 'decorated' (to use the term loosely) with a tangle of ugly relief sculptures of various fantastic creatures.
isthisart
Linya has never seen anything that offensively ugly in her life. She stares at it.