38th Day of Zi'da
717th Arc
717th Arc
The door to Virikai’s room opened noiselessly, and the young scion glanced up from his notes from his most recent lecture in Medicine and turned to face his father. He hid his surprise well; the man never ventured into his room, much less with two mugs of tea in his hands. “Good morning, father,” the young scion greeted civilly.
The other offered him a smile, a cold, deadly one that gave no illusion of comfort, “Good morning, Virikai.” The son turned his gaze away, tense. He shifted himself on his chair as his father entered the room and, placing both mugs on his desk, sat down on the plush chair perpendicular to his. He wondered if Verity was liable to verbally attacking him again, like he had done every time the two had come into contact with each other in the past arc or so. “I have some more questions for you.”
“Joy,” Virikai muttered bitterly, if slightly childishly. “Why don’t you just read my mind?” He didn’t really have the time or the patience for whatever insulting conversation his father now wanted to engage in.
“We can do it that way if you would prefer,” Verity responded, arching his eyebrows on an otherwise unreadable expression. He indicated to the mug closest to Virikai, “Drink, you did not come down for breakfast. One of the slaves is making up lunch for us, she will be bringing it up soon. You must be starving.” Virikai did not take it, not knowing the price on it, and unwilling to accept anything from his father for the last few cycles. Verity’s eyes narrowed, “Drink.”
“Why is it that you decided to align yourself with Linika Amarinthine?” Verity asked, keeping his gaze fixed on his son. Virikai paused, considering the worth of answering the question. He saw no harm in it, as he was ultimately incapable of it. “I don’t know…”
“You don’t know a lot, do you?” The Lord replied. Virikai glared, rearing instantly, though Verity only seemed amused, though danger lurked, ever present, in the dancing gleam of the other’s eyes. “If I were you, I would have tried to learn more about the naer before entering into this bizarre relationship with her. What on Idalos have you been spending your time on? Certainly not bettering yourself. You seem to have forgotten the point of being the heir to a Lord. It is not simply good enough to frivolously waste your intelligence at the Academy. You will be undertaking work with me… an apprenticeship, if you will.”
The other offered him a smile, a cold, deadly one that gave no illusion of comfort, “Good morning, Virikai.” The son turned his gaze away, tense. He shifted himself on his chair as his father entered the room and, placing both mugs on his desk, sat down on the plush chair perpendicular to his. He wondered if Verity was liable to verbally attacking him again, like he had done every time the two had come into contact with each other in the past arc or so. “I have some more questions for you.”
“Joy,” Virikai muttered bitterly, if slightly childishly. “Why don’t you just read my mind?” He didn’t really have the time or the patience for whatever insulting conversation his father now wanted to engage in.
“We can do it that way if you would prefer,” Verity responded, arching his eyebrows on an otherwise unreadable expression. He indicated to the mug closest to Virikai, “Drink, you did not come down for breakfast. One of the slaves is making up lunch for us, she will be bringing it up soon. You must be starving.” Virikai did not take it, not knowing the price on it, and unwilling to accept anything from his father for the last few cycles. Verity’s eyes narrowed, “Drink.”
“Why is it that you decided to align yourself with Linika Amarinthine?” Verity asked, keeping his gaze fixed on his son. Virikai paused, considering the worth of answering the question. He saw no harm in it, as he was ultimately incapable of it. “I don’t know…”
“You don’t know a lot, do you?” The Lord replied. Virikai glared, rearing instantly, though Verity only seemed amused, though danger lurked, ever present, in the dancing gleam of the other’s eyes. “If I were you, I would have tried to learn more about the naer before entering into this bizarre relationship with her. What on Idalos have you been spending your time on? Certainly not bettering yourself. You seem to have forgotten the point of being the heir to a Lord. It is not simply good enough to frivolously waste your intelligence at the Academy. You will be undertaking work with me… an apprenticeship, if you will.”