Becoming

”…he’s… Well now, that was mildly unexpected. Two Launceleyn men now, couriering the attentions of other men. Such things had been terribly illegal where Zariah had originated but…well frankly she was having a hard to bringing herself to care. What really could come of it anyways? The way Peter stumbled over himself, explaining, backtracking, promising to forget – they were all lies. Lies buried in good intent. Lies convoluted by attempts to make them truths. But she knew all to well that affection once had was impossible to forget. Briefly her mind wandered to Neron again. Certainly he was here in Caido somewhere. Certainly if the Voice had brought Loren of all of Cyton’s offspring, they had brought Neron as well. She put it out of her mind, focusing again on Peter. She raised a hand to stop his stammering, considering him seriously. ”You will someday marry and have children to carry on the Launceleyn legacy. However, so long as you make no promises of exclusivity to this man – for that would be one you could not keep – I care not what you do in your private time. No bastards can come of this arrangement after all.” she said with a shrug. That was really more her concern. ”So keep your plaything, for that is what he will be. Tell me his name though, so I might know who he is.” she said. zariah If it is danger you seek, come on over. I covet tranquility but beget the tempest storm.