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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