"No, Your Highness," he replied, eyes downcast.
While he had never managed to truly connect with his father, he remained his father. He knew of no other Len'Myren relatives, and most people had considered his father a bit of a rakish roustabout. His mother had never said an unkind word about him, but then, she hadn't stayed with him. Laurevere had been the only other person to show any sort of regard for the deceased Len'Hytori, but Sivan had assumed that were he not part Siltori, he never would have taken such a shine to Sivan himself.
"Yes, Your Highness. Destynrael's clan was decimated by the Zaichaeri, and he settled here, though his settlement is tenuous. I think he only comes back because of his handful of friends here. He is like me in that... we are not greatly ambitious, but seem to stumble into strange acquaintances. I do not know whether Talon Novalys' bequest was out of a sense of noblesse oblige or because he recognized that we were more likely better stewards for the seed than anyone in his employ.
"It grows but slowly, required draconic fertilizer, and even with my skill at sembling I haven't divined its full nature and purpose."
"The Draegir has been problematic," Laurevere interjected. He, at least, had spent some time in court, though as an elf of mixed descent, he hadn't been put forward overmuch. "Quickly vanquished by—I believe—a joint operation between Zaichaer and the Gelerian Imperium. Enslaved like any other Kathar. Questionably released. He spends time cavorting with the desert apostates, perhaps currying favor with the power-mad twins recently released from their prison. There are grumbles even here in the city where he grew up beloved that his grasp of justice is tenuous."
His impressive jawline clenched in deep-seated racial animus.
Sivan was quiet through this. Politics were not his bailiwick, nor the divination of divine intentions. Should Rhydian turn his Rune upon him, he would allow at least a surface scan. There were layers upon layers of mental wards surrounding some things, however: trade secrets; the Kindred.
While he had never managed to truly connect with his father, he remained his father. He knew of no other Len'Myren relatives, and most people had considered his father a bit of a rakish roustabout. His mother had never said an unkind word about him, but then, she hadn't stayed with him. Laurevere had been the only other person to show any sort of regard for the deceased Len'Hytori, but Sivan had assumed that were he not part Siltori, he never would have taken such a shine to Sivan himself.
"Yes, Your Highness. Destynrael's clan was decimated by the Zaichaeri, and he settled here, though his settlement is tenuous. I think he only comes back because of his handful of friends here. He is like me in that... we are not greatly ambitious, but seem to stumble into strange acquaintances. I do not know whether Talon Novalys' bequest was out of a sense of noblesse oblige or because he recognized that we were more likely better stewards for the seed than anyone in his employ.
"It grows but slowly, required draconic fertilizer, and even with my skill at sembling I haven't divined its full nature and purpose."
"The Draegir has been problematic," Laurevere interjected. He, at least, had spent some time in court, though as an elf of mixed descent, he hadn't been put forward overmuch. "Quickly vanquished by—I believe—a joint operation between Zaichaer and the Gelerian Imperium. Enslaved like any other Kathar. Questionably released. He spends time cavorting with the desert apostates, perhaps currying favor with the power-mad twins recently released from their prison. There are grumbles even here in the city where he grew up beloved that his grasp of justice is tenuous."
His impressive jawline clenched in deep-seated racial animus.
Sivan was quiet through this. Politics were not his bailiwick, nor the divination of divine intentions. Should Rhydian turn his Rune upon him, he would allow at least a surface scan. There were layers upon layers of mental wards surrounding some things, however: trade secrets; the Kindred.
