Originally posted on Patreon in October 2018 and part of the Great Patreon Crossposting to WordPress.
Set in my ‘verse Reiassan, at an unknown time or series of times. 👻
The hotel had been there since the city had been there, and the city had been there since people started landing on this coast. It had been a small inn, three stories tall, made of solid stone carved out of the cliffs.
When the family – Arrans through and through – had needed more room, they had added on another wing. As time went on, more wings were added, until the original building was surrounded – except for a narrow courtyard on front and back – and until the original additions were also, save for more narrow courtyards, surrounded.
But in the core of the hotel, there was one room that they would never rent out. Even in a holiday, when every single room in every inn in all three of the Arran cities was booked, when anyone who claimed any blood of the Arrans came home to see the sea (such as “home” was to these refugees without a nation), they would not book the last room on the right on the second floor of the original inn. Continue reading
Ctirad was almost letting himself relax when Signy bowed her head – just a little, but it was a bow – at him. At him. “I apologize.” She seemed to be thinking about what to say next, but decided on a smile that was unlike the predatory expression he’d seen on her at other times and sat back down.
Ctirad turned to Timaios, hoping his expression successfully conveyed enough what the fuck that his owner understood without relaying that message to the rest of the room.
Timaois pulled Ctirad into a one-armed hug. “Let us go sit and talk with Sara, shall we? There’s some issues I want to bring up with her. And, as it turns out, with Signy. I hadn’t expected her to be in town today. You’ve been out for a while, haven’t you, Jae’Xanthus?”
“Yes, sa’Slingshot, for several months. But I flew in just the day before yesterday.” Something about her demeanor had changed completely. “And since sa’Single-Blossom wanted to talk to me,” she tilted her head at Sara Florentia, “here I am. I didn’t realize that I would be disrupting plans,” she added, sweetly but with an edge to it.
Ctirad was still reeling from the apology, but he sat where Timaios indicated – at his Owner’s feet, which was a very nice place, as long as Signy didn’t want her feet rubbed – and leaned against Timaios’ legs. Continue reading