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Moving On To Number Eight…

Dec11

Yet another in “where did that kid come from” series.
Caprice is Phelen & Manira’s daughter.
Jack is Ib’s child.
Eryk is Shiva/Ty.
Adalbert’s Ciro/Amanada
Zahavi is a half-sibling of Cynara and a 1st generation student.

Christmas Break

“Well, you’re definitely pregnant.” Dr. Caitrin looked over her glasses at Caprice. “I don’t suppose you know who the father might be?”

The first-year student rolled her eyes at Caitrin by way of answer.

The doctor sighed. “No, of course not. Do you think you were entirely fair with those young men, Caprice?”

The disdain turned into a playful pout. “They wanted a pretty target. I make a very, very pretty target.”

“Mmm. And still, do you think you were fair to them?”

The girl smiled broadly. “None of them asked. All they had to do was ask..

~

Week four.

“I don’t know what to do with her,” Jack complained. “I mean, she doesn’t do anything I want, she’s hot one minute and cold the next, and she bites.“

“Perhaps, if she is not doing what she is told, the fault is not in the Kept but in Keeper.”

Professor Fridmar had probably meant the advice to shame Jack into being authoritative with his Kept. He, however, took it as an excuse.

“Look, Zahavi, you’re a good guy. You’ve been chomping at the bit to rescue someone. Here. Rescue her.”

If he shoved Caprice a little roughly at his Cohort-mate, well, nobody was paying that much attention. “She’s Yours.”

~

“Well, now that you know, are you going to tell your current Keeper?”

Caprice smirked at the doctor. “Adalbert? Bird-boy’s gone home for the holidays. I think he’s done already.”

“And you didn’t want to go home?”

She shrugged fluently. “The world’s a mess out there, Doctor. And my father’s going to come visit me for a little while.”

“Your father?” Dr. Caitrin proved she didn’t know everything and raised both eyebrows at the girl. “Not your mother?”

“Daeva, I’m told,” she shrugged, “don’t deal well with children once they reach the ‘competition’ age. Dad raised me from eight to sixteen.”

“Aah. So Adalbert’s gone home. Do you want to track down the actual father?”

~

Week Seven

“Come on Eryk, you know you’ve been looking at her for weeks.” Zahavi was somewhere between wheedling and selling snake oil. “And now I’m offering her to you on a silver platter.”

“Not interested.” His blue furred ears, however, were pointed straight at Caprice.

“You know you are.”

“I know that she looks like a trap. What’s the problem?”

“Problem? It’s just that she’s… too compliant.”

Caprice pouted prettily.

“…Fine. I’ll take her.”

~

“I suppose I need to tell him, whichever him it is.” Caprice leaned back against the chair and studied the Doctor thoughtfully. “Do you think they’ve learned their lesson?”

“Frankly, dear, I think you weren’t quite hard enough on them.” Dr. Caitrin smirked. “But you’ve only made it through seven. Maybe one of them will manage to learn from the mistakes of the rest of them.”

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Triangles

Feb17

This was written to To [personal profile] anke‘s prompt.

Addergoole has a landing page here; Audra, Carrig, and Chaney were first seen in White Knights, 8/31/2011.

Audra is Kailani’s daughter by Conrad.

I just read the TV Trope Generation Xerox and worry a bit about that with this, esp. considering what Morganna is doing in this story..

Carrig and Chaney seemed more interested in Audra than seemed reasonable. There were prettier girls in the school; there were certainly more charming, friendly girls than she was. Her first question to the both of them, once they’d stopped scolding each other for long enough to talk to her, had been “where’s a laboratory that I can set up in?”

She’d been more than a little pleased to have stumped them with that one.

Chaney had figured out an answer first on that one. But then Carrig had managed to tell her who she needed to talk to to keep up combat training.

After that, she started thinking up things to stump them with.

She wasn’t sure if either of them noticed Panlong slyly trying to made friends with her, but she noticed, considered his crew, and thought about her auntie’s advice. “You can tell a lot about someone by the company they keep.”

Carrig and Chaney, while they did not appear to have any wonderful friends, at least did not share a suite with anyone straight-out objectionable.

She knew a thing or two. She knew, from her auntie’s advice and her mother’s, that people who suddenly want to be your friend are probably up to no good.

She knew that slavery was illegal, but so was being fae, and that both were practiced in private, generally by the same people.

She knew, from drawings, photos, and faint memories, that her father had had a tail and seven fingers on each hand. She knew that her auntie had rose thorns growing from her skin. It seemed logical to assume that she was probably, genetically, a fae as well.

Which meant that, logically, slavery might be involved somehow in the whole situation.

The oldest photo she had of her parents showed her father in a silver collar. Alistair had asked her mother about that, once, to be rewarded with one of their mother’s rare storms of anger.

There were collars around – not many, but a few. And, when they didn’t think she was paying attention (really, she thought that Carrig and Chaney must be used to much slower girls than she. But most men were), they would sometime use the word collar as a verb: “when Pan was collared by Tethys,” for example. “Chandra is totally going to collar Felix.”

“…I’m not going to let you collar Aud.” She walked in on that one. Well, at least they were talking about it now. She coughed, to get their attention.

“Gentlemen. At least one person in this triad is going to end up collared, as far as I can tell, at least to shut up the rest of the school. I’d suggest you play rock-paper-scissors and decide who it will be.”

They talked over each other for a moment. The word protect came up, and the word stronger. To their credit, neither said wiser.

It was Carrig who offered, uncertainly, “triad?”

At that point, Audra knew things were going to go her way.

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