Saun 15, Arc 716
Tristan had done something he had never thought he would do. He had decided to spend the trial inside even though it increased the chance of him running into his grandmother or his dear aunt Willow greatly. It was simply too hot outside. The trial had already started warm, with him waking up drenched in sweat and had only gotten worse. The sun stood high in the sky, there were no clouds, and rain was not in sight, but inside the palace it was still relatively bearable as the thick walls kept most of the heat out.
He had started the trial by working on a sculpture, but eventually stopped. Even though he loved his job, there was only so much sculpting he could do before it got boring. Then he had read, surprisingly enough, a book. Sometimes after noon, as he had just been about to retreat to his room after a very filling lunch, one of the slaves had informed him that his younger brother was home, and Tristan had at once decided that Teddy would keep him company this afternoon.
In proper noble fashion – Granny Ebony would be so proud! – he had taken a piece of fine white paper and written an invitation, with a quill and ink, no less, put it into an equally white envelope and told a slave to go looking for his brother and give it to him (Tristan didn’t want to go looking for anybody in the unbearable Saun heat himself). The letter said to meet him for drinks and a chat because it had been a while since they had last seen each other. He had to admit, he had missed the boy.
He loved Teddy’s disregard for social norms and his desire to stand in the spotlight. Teddy, along with Andras, was one of the few Venoras he found bearable (quite unlike Aunt Willow, Granny Ebony and Zvezdana who had married that damn rebel who wanted to be king even though Rynmere already had a king). He also felt, even though he hated to admit it, somewhat protective of him as older brothers often did of their younger siblings.
If Teddy decided to accept his brother’s invitation rather than doing whatever it was that teenaged boys usually did, he would find Tristan in the drawing room where he sat in a comfortable chair at the table. In front of him were various pitchers with iced tea of different flavors, glasses as well as small snacks, all prepared by the slaves of House Venora and bought with his grandmother’s money (that was one of the few good things about Venora – the food was free which Tristan took full advantage of whenever he visited).
Since it was such a hot trial Tristan was dressed in light linen clothes, and so that he wouldn’t get bored until Teddy arrived, he had brought his notebook that was full of questionable (or abstract, as he called them) drawings and ideas for future plays that would hopefully make him famous. Until his little brother showed up, he would be writing in it.
Tristan had done something he had never thought he would do. He had decided to spend the trial inside even though it increased the chance of him running into his grandmother or his dear aunt Willow greatly. It was simply too hot outside. The trial had already started warm, with him waking up drenched in sweat and had only gotten worse. The sun stood high in the sky, there were no clouds, and rain was not in sight, but inside the palace it was still relatively bearable as the thick walls kept most of the heat out.
He had started the trial by working on a sculpture, but eventually stopped. Even though he loved his job, there was only so much sculpting he could do before it got boring. Then he had read, surprisingly enough, a book. Sometimes after noon, as he had just been about to retreat to his room after a very filling lunch, one of the slaves had informed him that his younger brother was home, and Tristan had at once decided that Teddy would keep him company this afternoon.
In proper noble fashion – Granny Ebony would be so proud! – he had taken a piece of fine white paper and written an invitation, with a quill and ink, no less, put it into an equally white envelope and told a slave to go looking for his brother and give it to him (Tristan didn’t want to go looking for anybody in the unbearable Saun heat himself). The letter said to meet him for drinks and a chat because it had been a while since they had last seen each other. He had to admit, he had missed the boy.
He loved Teddy’s disregard for social norms and his desire to stand in the spotlight. Teddy, along with Andras, was one of the few Venoras he found bearable (quite unlike Aunt Willow, Granny Ebony and Zvezdana who had married that damn rebel who wanted to be king even though Rynmere already had a king). He also felt, even though he hated to admit it, somewhat protective of him as older brothers often did of their younger siblings.
If Teddy decided to accept his brother’s invitation rather than doing whatever it was that teenaged boys usually did, he would find Tristan in the drawing room where he sat in a comfortable chair at the table. In front of him were various pitchers with iced tea of different flavors, glasses as well as small snacks, all prepared by the slaves of House Venora and bought with his grandmother’s money (that was one of the few good things about Venora – the food was free which Tristan took full advantage of whenever he visited).
Since it was such a hot trial Tristan was dressed in light linen clothes, and so that he wouldn’t get bored until Teddy arrived, he had brought his notebook that was full of questionable (or abstract, as he called them) drawings and ideas for future plays that would hopefully make him famous. Until his little brother showed up, he would be writing in it.