Re: The Northern Front
The Cats enjoy some attention from Aelasuria, and meanwhile...
Cirrus seeks out Theoderic, with issues, and questions, as a result of her encounter with the Elven market. She finds him in the palace with Entherin and several of her advisors.
“How much does a messenger earn, anyway?” Cirrus asks, when she gets a moment.
“Honestly?” Theoderic responds. From the sound of his voice, he suspects Cirrus might not like the answer.
“It’s not a lot, is it?” the girl says.
“Most work for nothing.” Theoderic says.
“What? How is that possible?” Cirrus asks.
Theoderic explains. “Well, most are boys, who will be adults soon, and then they will be cavalrymen. It's what they are training for. You can't become a good cavalryman with six months of training. You need long years in the saddle... at least, most of us do. They see this as a step along the path. A few years as a messenger rider. So their families sponsor them.”
“I don’t have a family.”
“Cirrus, if Aelasuria or heaven forbid Rita heard you say that, they’d be insulted… your family is us, and you know that.” Theoderic says.
Cirrus gives a little pout, but then a smile. “So you will sponsor me, then?”
Theoderic looks at the Elves present, especially his grandmother. They seem to be amused. “Well… I guess it would be fair, within reason. How much do you need?”
Cirrus enthusiastically describes some of the things she saw in the market- the Elven boots of soft white deer skin, the shiny, light, stretchy cloth that the Ardennes Elves use for many things. Theoderic says no to jewelry, though. It isn’t good to be extravagant when so many people are living in hard times. Eventually, he counts out some coins for her. Cirrus is thrilled, and heads back for the market.
Theoderic remarks to Entherin, and others who might overhear:
“I have been married since December, and I already have a full grown daughter. And she’s a Sylph, or half-Sylph, or something, whatever.”
“From what I understand,” Entherin says, “with some abilities just now on the cusp of development. It is good that she should be accommodated. She may be a very important ally in the future.”
“Speaking of allies,” one of the other Elves says, “you are headed north? How soon?”
“No more than a day,” Theoderic says. “How far can the Swan Boats take us?”
“North?” the Elf asks. He is Harlath Rainsong, and he is the “master” of Entherin’s boats, seeing to their care and maintenance, and the training of Elven boat handlers, and acting as Entherin’s personal river pilot when necessary. “All the way to the sea! And then some, though it’s been a long time since Swan Boats sailed the sea.”
“Mos Trajectum, then,” Theoderic says.
“Mos Trajectum!” Harlath repeats. “Hardly a voyage at all!”