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Iobel writes to both parents with the news.
Kalars writes back; she has his utmost sympathy, but if she doesn't want a visit he doesn't need to be there for his own sake.
Raney doesn't write back; she just turns up the next day, dwarf caiman familiar tucked under her arm.
She wants to meet her son-in-law.
come_midnight
royal_obligation
"Eight. I remember because you were pouting about me becoming a spellbinder and wanted to guarantee a way for me to not utterly outclass you in every way," deadpans Edarial. "Thus, swordfighting."
come_midnight
"I take it you don't much care for swordfighting," Iobel says to Edarial, "but did it anyway?"
royal_obligation
"Essentially. Though I would describe it more as being guilt tripped into doing it. Also threatened."
come_midnight
"I am skeptical of your reasoning. I think you have ulterior motives to draw these conclusions."
come_midnight
"It took me until just a few months ago to work out a spell that cured my childhood clumsiness. I very much doubt I ever would have grown out of it otherwise. Trying to learn to swordfight before that would probably have gotten me maimed if not killed; I suppose since then it would just annoy me."
royal_pain
"Well if it would have killed him I wouldn't have dragged him into it. But have you actually tried it? You might like it."
come_midnight
"I'm now more or less capable of walking on a smooth surface without tripping. I can even run, which I couldn't safely do before. But by no stretch of the imagination am I actually coordinated."
come_midnight
"If you are in the habit of terrifying even sparring partners who ostensibly know how to use swords I am doubly not going to let you try to teach me from scratch."