The day passed pleasantly. Raithen had no responsibilities associated with the common people sworn to his house and could not have pointed out any that were not a part of the household staff so it was a novel experience, seeing a noble family bound so tightly to their people. Mostly he listened, memorizing names, professions, bits of information out of habit. His mother and brother could have no use for such knowledge but the cataloguing was too ingrained in him to stop. Manners and mannerisms were also observed, absorbed; he wanted to learn the local way.
When dinner came he ate as he always did, with gusto. The mood of the meal was not at all what he might have expected if he had been told there would be a noble family dinner at home. Having spent the day as he had, however, he was prepared to adjust his expectations to something more like a dinner he shared with friends. It wasn't quite that, for any friends who would share a comfortable meal with him were significantly lower status than he and that would be reflected. This felt like the sharing of equals, something he, upon considering, didn't think he'd ever experienced before.
Respect was still due to the Lady of the House and the heir but as they spoke together he felt more and more at ease, particularly with Aquilios. There was a familiar warrior's mindset to him that Raithen shared. When the heir and his smaller family had departed the young Dux laughed.
"I am looking forward to sparring at least as much as he is. Even if your children team up on me I'll be learning valuable tactics."
The relationship between Akshara and her younger children was not so very much different from his with his own mother. The expressions of the relationship were different but he believed the twins had devotion for Akshara and she affection for them. There was some byplay that he did not understand but he did not ask either. Familial matters were not his to pry into and the little information he'd received before departing had no included information as to Akshara's illness.
He finished what was in his wine glass before leaning back and asking, relaxed,
"So, what have the two of you planned for me?" Sparring on the morrow, at least, and flying through their mountains, he knew, but nothing else.
When dinner came he ate as he always did, with gusto. The mood of the meal was not at all what he might have expected if he had been told there would be a noble family dinner at home. Having spent the day as he had, however, he was prepared to adjust his expectations to something more like a dinner he shared with friends. It wasn't quite that, for any friends who would share a comfortable meal with him were significantly lower status than he and that would be reflected. This felt like the sharing of equals, something he, upon considering, didn't think he'd ever experienced before.
Respect was still due to the Lady of the House and the heir but as they spoke together he felt more and more at ease, particularly with Aquilios. There was a familiar warrior's mindset to him that Raithen shared. When the heir and his smaller family had departed the young Dux laughed.
"I am looking forward to sparring at least as much as he is. Even if your children team up on me I'll be learning valuable tactics."
The relationship between Akshara and her younger children was not so very much different from his with his own mother. The expressions of the relationship were different but he believed the twins had devotion for Akshara and she affection for them. There was some byplay that he did not understand but he did not ask either. Familial matters were not his to pry into and the little information he'd received before departing had no included information as to Akshara's illness.
He finished what was in his wine glass before leaning back and asking, relaxed,
"So, what have the two of you planned for me?" Sparring on the morrow, at least, and flying through their mountains, he knew, but nothing else.