Bibliotheca

[Seto du Couteau]

Seto Du Couteau, Heir and Brother
Location: Coruscant
Apparel


The columns of bookshelves was a rather impressive sight to behold, even if Seto had much preferred data-slates and the more digital libraries readily available back on the main government building in the main center, but the quaint nature of this archaic library held a certain charm. And most importantly, it was rather devoid of people. Seto never much minded the bustling crowds of Coruscant, nor the heavily populated halls of the Academy and Commissariat Headquarters. The real reason was his rather people shy sibling, his sister had always held this distrust on general principle, while much of it was mostly towards those that Seto was not at least trusting of, at times it felt almost that Marr was the one watching over Seto while Seto watched over those that would catch any of his sister’s ire.

At least the roses are beautiful. Seto wearily sighed as he walked through another aisle, flanked by rows of leather-back books as his left hand gently traced along the embolden lettering. Seto maintained a rather whimsical expression as he extended outwards his Force senses, gently to find where his sister and ran off towards when they had arrived within the Library. He had made arrangements to enjoy their afternoon tea within the building, the balcony was made clear and his Butler had already begun to set the table.

Seto continued his search, it wasn’t that he worried about her specifically, but he certainly wanted to keep good relations with the Head Librarian of the place and the mischievous nature of his sister might get the better of her. A distant thought formed, reminding him that maybe it was his fault for never really reprimanding her when the time had called for such action. Unfortunately for that small voice in the back of Seto’s head, he knew his sister wore her heart on his sleeve whenever she was around him and it simply grew near impossible to ever hold a true firm judgement when he looked at her with her eyes that would break open his steel gaze.

The books around him held the words, and within those words the emotions of some many arthurs, writers that all simply wished to be heard, to be ready by as many people as possible. But Marr. . . Seto knew his sister only had a very small group of people she wanted people to hear her, to see her even, to read her story and Seto could never see himself closing such book. And that was another reason he had chosen to come to this particular library, to show his sister stories of old, many of them completed stories and others where the author never finished, and few even purposely left unfinished.

“Marr?” Seto called out, he hoped she wasn’t making a mess by pulling books and placing them randomly elsewhere, remembering a formal complaint by a particular Noble Lady that even brought a shiver down Seto’s spine by the memory alone. "If you have books you can bring them with you. . ." He added, unsure of what exactly he should expect. Unfortunately for Seto, even he can run out of stories to tell, so he always enjoyed finding a story from a book.

Seto walked closer to the balcony, he saw his butler pour his cup, the soft and gentle aroma of his earl grey and with a nod he had his butler pour's Marr cup as well. His eyes skated to the city skyline, the vastness of Coruscant always amazed the young Heir, and even living in said planet, the magnitude never seemed to quite settle in his head. The countless of levels, buildings built on top of one another, all cultivating the city that stood before Seto with all its unfathomable magnitude. He turned his head to face the library once more, the stillness and silence that this building contained seemed rather alien to the rest of the planet.

"I do miss Abrion. . ." Seto quietly admitted, earning a ghost of smile of his older butler.

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[Marriskcal Lati]

Marriskcal Lati - Du Couteau
Equipment: Attire, Lightsaber x2 (Cyan & Azure) & Throwing Knives
Location: Bibliotheca, Level 5127, Coruscant
With: Seto du Couteau

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It was lavish, this place of learning.

While Marriskcal has meandered through many a majestic castles, along with its fineries and opulence, she had never quite found herself in a hall quite like this before. Where the books are made the old way, of paper and vellum, then bound with engraved leather of jewelled hues.

The tips of her fingers whispered across the spines in wordless reverence as the young lady continued her journey down the passage, her every step silent as it was wont to when there were no one around for her to wear a veneer for. Every once in a while, when the gleam of an aureate cursive or rhyme of an intriguing title caught her eye, Marriskcal would pause and remove a book, a gentle hum of wonderment and curiousity escaping with her breath as she browsed through its pages.

She has always loved to read.

Perhaps it was because it was the one rare diversion she had as a youngling, the brilliant splash of colours in a dreary life of recurrence. It allowed her mind to wander and her imagination to take flight to faraway worlds, where she met with beings she has never seen before and go on adventures in places long forgotten by time.

Away from their responsibilities and demands of their time.

Away from the saccharine smiles and silvered words of the gilded.

With the flickering flames of other beings far and the echoes of their thoughts muted, and the gentle scent of roses and honeysuckle lacing the air, Marriskcal was serene.

As the gentle voice of her brother beckoned to her, the young lady blinked, canting her head to better listen to his following words. “I will~” she returned, her lilt bright and airy even as she chose yet another three ornately crafted tomes out of caprice and added them to the small pile she was already balancing in the crook of her other arm. With a precise stride that divulged her nurture, the blonde traced her way back to Seto’s side, the shades of the light and shadows casting over her form as she made her way out from the maze of shelves.

And when her eyes fell on the forms of both her brother and butler by the balcony, her steps quickened and the beginnings of a smile curved her lips.

With her distance from where they stood, Marriskcal missed the confession Seto made to the older male, the gleam of her eyes bright with unspoken joy as she joined them.

“There are so many books that I have never seen, or even heard of before!” the young lady exclaimed, her delight swirling through her aura as she held up the topmost volume. “And all of them look so lovely, as though they are works of art.”

Meant to appease the eyes with their beauty.

To be admired, but never to be touched.

It was the meaning of ‘art’ that Marriskcal has learned thus far from members of the peerage.

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[Seto du Couteau]

Seto Du Couteau, Heir and Brother
Location: Coruscant
Apparel



Seto sighed but his hands quickly ran across his face as his expression changed to that of a joyous one. His sister had found herself on time to their tea-time together and perhaps a tad too smiling but Seto knew better than to show concern at the moment. Better to wait for the eventual asking of forgiveness than make the attempt to pull information out of an unwilling huntress. Instead Seto gestured for Marr to join her as he sat down by one of the chairs and looked down at his cup of tea. The black liquid emitted a rather earthy smell, from a planet unknown to him and yet another planet Seto would never visit. The galaxy was large, and even with his rather adventures life style, he had perhaps seen only infinitesimal amount of the galaxy.

Through the advent of books and writers though, the task to know more of the greater galaxy had been significantly reduced. Seto eyed the stack of books Marr had brought along with her, no doubt the arduous task of sifting through the assorted books would take several days. “Do be careful with the older ones and the spines of the books.” Seto warned softly, the enthusiasm that radiated from her was intoxicating, the sheer weight of wondrous joy practically drowned the noise created from the city around them.

Seto reached for one of the books and gently caressed the cover with his left hand, the impressions and imprints were delicately drawn by what Seto could only assume from a Master craftsmen of their field. “The dedication and time put into them are indeed worthy of praise.” Seto agreed, his hand opened the book to its first pages and let his fingers continued to slide down the smooth paper used to be written.

“You’ve been acting quite well, and the students are being well taught with only slight misunderstandings of some very specific rules.” Seto looked up from the book and gave Marr a knowing stare with his brilliant cerulean eyes. “-But I dare I say I owe you a reward for your hard work thus far.” Seto added, his hands folded the book closed and gently leaned forward to his sister.

“We are here within a library, so pick a story you want me to read to you, it can be anything here or the library back home, or anywhere else for that matter.” Seto explained, he had the habit of reading stories to the students and on several occasions to Marr whenever she made his office her nap room. Which, while quite frequent, often delved to simply reading reports and data-records of the many times he would hear soft snoring whenever he would read outloud whatever piece of written work was on his desk at the time.

“You can even choose where the reading take place.” Seto quickly included, as if an afterthought, but an important inclusion nonetheless. Seto remembered his own fascinations of stories of fantasy and the many times he would beg either of his parents to read to him until he fell asleep or his parents. It would often vary who would fall asleep first but Seto held firmly to the belief that he was always the last person awake afterwards.

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[Marriskcal Lati]

Marriskcal Lati - Du Couteau
Equipment: Attire, Lightsaber x2 (Cyan & Azure) & Throwing Knives
Location: Bibliotheca, Level 5127, Coruscant
With: Seto du Couteau

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Delicate and transient…

Akin to works of art then.

“I will take care to be gentle. Some of these look like they may be rare…?” the young lady queried, her gaze falling on the book that Seto took from the pile in her arm. It seemed so, considering the care taken into ensuring each and every tome was an intricate masterpiece.

She found herself unsure if there were other reproductions of these precious volumes scattered throughout the galaxy, be it in shape of a datacron or other medium that were less fragile. But the ever sensible Marriskcal resolved her own silent question, that people only took care to preserve knowledge were they significant for the continuation of survival and progress.

Like lightsaber forms.

Like star destroyer schematics.

Like medicine and surgical techniques.

Never something as whimsical as tales and sagas.

For so long as there were dreamers, there will always be stories spun and woven.

The creature known as Marriskcal continued her vigil as her brother perused the tome, the silence that has fallen between them calm and serene. While most beings her age would find themselves fascinated by stories with a touch of realism and memoirs and philosophy, the blonde was charmed by fairy tales, daring adventures, and… well, fables that veered towards a fantastical realm. After living through a day of shadows and silvered words, she found such stories tiresome and unsatisfying during her respite.

When Seto spoke once more, his voice mild other than the negligible emphasis of two little words, the blonde merely gave him an impish grin. Marriskcal was unrepentant, more so when she was assured that she was not in any trouble for it. After all, the male with starlight hair has taught her well –

What remained unsaid spoke the loudest.

– And learning how to circumvent rules and interpret an instruction to your benefit was an imperative skill one should possess, or so the young lady has acknowledged in the past several months of living with her brother and wandering amongst nobility and politicians. Marriskcal has always been straight and unyielding as a blade, but she has acquiesced that flowing through water like a moonmouth has its own worth.

“Well, better that they learn in a controlled environment than when they find themselves alone in the galaxy,” the blonde quipped, unable to realise that most beings would never experience the sort of childhood that has nurtured her, nor would most beings ever live through what Seto and herself would in their chosen careers.

At the mere mention of a reward, Marriskcal canted her head to regard her brother, her eyes gleaming with evident pleasure at his words. While the older male has never denied her anything she truly desired, it always made her heart swell and ache with adoration whenever he gave her a kind word or presented her with a gift.

And since Seto has offered to read to her…

Ever the avaricious, the blonde placed down her ramshackle tower of tomes at the very edge of their table, her fingers whispered down their spines as she contemplated the selections before her. Humming softly, Marriskcal plucked the thickest volume, raising to present it to her brother with a devious curve to her lips.

“This one,” she said with a triumphant lilt to her words. The book was wrapped in the hide of some creature unknown, stained a rich purple and embossed with a silhouette of a palace against a tapestry of stars in aureate and argent. From what little she has glimpsed, it held a thousand and one stories within its pages.

“Perhaps you can read a few pages after tea… and another few when we are home?”

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[Seto du Couteau]

Seto Du Couteau, Heir and Brother
Location: Coruscant
Apparel


If Seto had any thoughts as to where Marr would send them, it was not back to their home. He had wondered if she would take the opportunity and ask him to read to her out somewhere in the galaxy, far from the crowded Coruscant. But this is a much simpler reward to offer. Seto was not one to challenge his sister on her gifts or wants, only on her choice of fashion. Even then Seto was sure to have several offerings to compensate his strong headed sister.

His tea continued to emit a warm aroma that encouraged him to drink his fill as he inspected the book his sister had chosen. The stories involved were old, something beyond a time even for Seto to fully grasp, but the sheer fact that such writings prevailed to survive for such length of time was testament to the caretakers here in the Library. The closer he inspected the index of the books and page numbers associated the dawning realization came as the length of the book was fully realized. Clever, who knows how long it’ll take me to finish such a book. Seto smiled softly as he ran his fingers across the side of the book over the pages, the smoothness never ceased to amaze the Du Couteau heir and the words written on parchment only made him curious to what was held inside.

Carefully, he set the sole book aside and nodded once in agreement, the volume of the book would require some time to get through but he imagined Marr would demand many more places and times until the last page was read. “I’m not sure if I can manage those different voices for all the different characters,” Seto spoke softly, his grin slowly encompassing more of his face as he remembered the last few times he had read to the students during their “night” raids into his room led by their fearless leader, Marr the Tyrant.

Seto eyed his sister, but he turned to his older butler and nodded once, the older man understood and left the two alone. His grin slowly faded, and his smile shrunk but the light tone of his voice remained, “-Have you given thought to what you wish to do after all this?” The question was rather vague, but it was a question familiar to the two siblings. Seto had never dreamed of the day the two of them would retire and just live happily ever after, but this galaxy was in a constant state of motion.

The Obsidian Order, the Inquisitoral Order, the Order of Ren, three different groups and ideologies that Seto had been both a part and trained to believe they would each last. And each fell, while Seto continued forward, one government after the next, one group of family to the next. . . Seto cast his gaze away, lest his observant sister catch his solemn worry fill his eyes. “You can go anywhere, worry no more of credits, food or a roof over your head. . . just your brother holding a dress and Spot ready for pictures.” Seto returned his gaze, his cerulean blue sparkled perhaps blindingly so towards his sister. The question was just that for Seto, a question of purpose that he wanted to make sure his sister had in her life. Mindless adventures and enjoying days of one's own choosing was all good and fun, but after a while even Seto yearned for something more.

Nothing good can last forever, as our galaxy continues to remind us. . .

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[Marriskcal Lati]

Marriskcal Lati - Du Couteau
Equipment: Attire, Lightsaber x2 (Cyan & Azure) & Throwing Knives
Location: Bibliotheca, Level 5127, Coruscant
With: Seto du Couteau

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Echoing Seto as he began to leaf through the tome he accepted from her, Marriskcal seated herself in a plush chair close to the other, graciously allowing her brother the time to discover the stories held within.

Even as she awaited his answer, the young lady regarded the delicate teacup set before her, eggshell thin and immaculate white with swirls of blue flowers and accents of gleaming gold. She allowed the fragrance to flow over her, her senses perceiving the faint notes of citrus and blossoms that wafted from the tepid liquid. But unlike the young noble with argent hair, however, Marriskcal took a generous dollop of honey and cream and stirred it into her drink, the silver spoon quiet as the tea became a gentle beige. Satisfied, the blonde finally took her own sip, sighing happily when she placed the teacup back onto its saucer.

The young lady watched as Seto raised his head and inclined it in acquiescence, her smile vivid and aura weaved with threads of contentment and delight. Not that Marriskcal once held the thought that the other would decline.

Even then, a peal of laughter escaped her, merry and surprised as she remembered the male’s prior attempts at providing each and every character a distinct voice when their students had pleaded. It provided a startling dichotomy, as her brother was calm and thoughtful when he addressed their subordinates, charming and eloquent when he conversed with his contemporaries… and gentle and full of amused indulgence when he attempted to affect the loud thunderous voice of a demon lord.

“Sadly, you will have to convince our dear little students, not me. I am happy just knowing that you are going to be reading to me,” she stated wryly. “But they seemed to have enjoyed your past endeavours.” After all, the younglings had squeaked and shrieked in turns as Seto had snarled out a curse to doom the kingdom.

It was with somewhat of a testament how far the creature that went by Marriskcal has come when she only held a questioning gleam in her eyes as the butler allowed them their privacy. Before, when she was still uncertain of her standing, the blonde would have overthought every little matter and driven herself into a state of agitation. But now? Even as her brother’s everpresent smile faded, she found herself concerned. Not for herself, but for the older male who has taken her in and called her his own.

The young lady waited with the patience that has been nurtured in her until the other began to speak… and found herself blinking.

Wrinkling her nose when Seto continued, speaking the two dreaded words, she took a moment to gather her contemplations. “There is not much that I need… or want from life.” No, while she has her vices, Marriskcal has always been used to having little. “But… I would like to continue to do good and ensure at least the place we call home is protected from harm.”

The blonde pouted at her brother when he bestowed a charming smile and dazzling gaze upon her. “While I could do with less dresses and most definitely a lot less pictures, I am happy to follow you wherever you may lead us.”

After all, it never mattered to Marriskcal what she needed to do, so long as she was allowed to stay by Seto’s side.

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[Seto du Couteau]

Seto Du Couteau, Heir and Brother
Location: Coruscant
Apparel

Seto grinned his usual Cheshire cat smile, but his voice echoed a soft “Oh,” in response. At least. . . the young Du Couteau heir had never been one of much planning in his life, let alone leading a family. After all, for the most part his parents never bothered with such lessons as both expected to teach such lessons throughout their lives. And their plans ended differently than they expected. . . Perhaps it was this alone that made Seto avoid such attachments that required him to be there for someone, that was until he met Marriskcal.

There were words he wanted to explain to Marr, but he wouldn’t dare himself to utter them once again. Instead he leaned forward and stretched his arm to put his hand over Marr’s head and gently patted her hair. “You are far too precious. . .” Seto spoke as he retracted his hand quickly before it could be grasped by an annoyed hand.

The smile on his lips wavered as he looked into Marr’s own eyes, “I never really understood what it meant to be a brother. . . I just copied what my parents did with me. . .” The over abundance of dresses and outfits, Seto’s own photo album would no doubt bring a sense of unease to Marr if this was what Seto using as guidelines to be an older brother.

“-I only hope I can be someone worth following.” His voice broke into a soft laugh, as if Seto himself viewed such idea a tad absurd. He had never been a leader, even when such job titles were thrusted upon him, Seto had always attempted to limit himself.

His hands gently placed his cup back down and the book chosen was neatly placed on top of the table to be remembered for later. “I asked what you wished to do because I don’t know for myself what I want to do either.” Seto explained, his eyes shifted back to the view of the planet-city Coruscant that stretched to the horizon, “-But I guess you’re right, as long as our home is free of harm and we continue to do some good together, we can figure out things as they come along.”

Seto’s smile returned, but far from its usual charm and sparkle, the warmth though was there in his eyes. He remembered his parents looking at him with eyes filled with warmth and worry on that fateful day. And now Seto looked towards Marr with similar eyes but he had no idea what he was worried about nor if he could even figure out what brought on this sense of concern. His hand quickly recaptured his cup and brought back the liquid to his lips and he allowed the warmth alleviate the concern from his mind for the moment. Today was suppose to be a day of rewards and enjoyment, and Seto would make sure the day would end as such.

Marriskcal Lati

 

[Marriskcal Lati]

Marriskcal Lati - Du Couteau
Equipment: Attire, Lightsaber x2 (Cyan & Azure) & Throwing Knives
Location: Bibliotheca, Level 5127, Coruscant
With: Seto du Couteau

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Precious.

Once upon a time, in a life gauzed by mist and shadow, her brother has told her these very words.

Perhaps in another, they would have been forgotten. But for someone like Marriskcal, young and barely even beginning her journey, kind words were rare and far in between.

And so, she has cherished them.

But it was also the time when the promise of always and forever were uttered. Words that were marred by their fleeting rift deep within a snowy forest.

Though it has only been a year, it was a time the young lady preferred not to dwell on for long. For she remembered it being a time where she was absolute in her belief and unerring in her path, never once wondering or questioning. It almost caused her to make an irrevocable mistake, one that she still deeply regretted even now. But even as her halcyon bright memories of before were consumed by flames, rising of the ashes of its remains was a chance to make amends and create new ones.

And she had.

There were days where she still faltered in this new life of hers, but her spirit was never lighter.

Though Marriskcal was ever grateful to Seto for shining a light onto a path she never even knew existed, she was not one who allow her brother to believe that he could escape unscathed by his deed. More so when they were away from home. And while the blonde has never minded this small act of endearment, it was the principle of the matter. She has a reputation to uphold, after all.

Much to her satisfaction, all it took was the subtle narrowing of her eyes.

It was a feeling that whispered against the edge of her thoughts that stilled her tongue when Seto began to speak once more. Never one to ignore the susurration of the Force, the young lady listened quietly, knowing that these words were important to him.

Only when there was a lull in between that Marriskcal picked up the threads from her brother and continued to weave her own verse into the tapestry of their conversation.

“Life… is simple.”

And so is love.

“You are here for me, and that is enough.” The young lady has only ever wanted family and found it in Seto. “The first time you told me that I was precious, a part of me has already decided to follow you. Blinded by my ambition, I did not realise it for a long time…” Never once averting her gaze from his own, her lips curved into a gentle smile. “But you have always been worthy.”

Mirroring the argent haired noble, Marriskcal took a sip of her tea before she continued.

“– And anyone who disagree are evidently wrong.”

Before they continued on, there was just one more matter for her to address.

“I want you to remember that I am also here for you. I may not be as experienced as you are when it comes to noblesse, but I will never stand aside and watch you fall. If anything, you can expect me to punt anyone who dares malign your name and march you past the rest of those coiffured sheep.”

With her words conveyed, the blonde downed her tea in her next draught. Setting the cup down, Marriskcal reached for a rose meringue, giving it a contemplative glance before plopping it into her mouth. “Should we both get a fresh cup of tea and take a walk around? For a bibliotheca, it is exceedingly lovely. Or now that we have decided on my reward, should we start on it? It is a rather hefty tome.”

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[Seto du Couteau]

Seto Du Couteau, Heir and Brother
Location: Coruscant, Library
Apparel

Seto forced down a small laugh, hearing that life can be simple from Marr was hardly the answer he thought one such as himself needed to hear. Life in such a galaxy filled with war, chaos, schemers, pariahs and messiahs. Simple? Seto nodded once and looked towards the Coruscant City sky-lines, Simple? Simplicity always felt like an anathema to him, even on his best of days, it was always something or the other that demanded some part of his attention and therefor time.

Carefully he turned his attention back to his sister, her eyes earnest as her words, and how truly genuine she was being with him. Seto bowed his head in understanding, he was being overly cautious, perhaps to near pedantic levels that he would ever believe Marr would abandon him, seeing him as anything lesser than to that pedestal she had placed him. He was worthy of her worry, just as she was worthy of his, it was selfish of himself to believe he did not deserve Marr's own attention and worry.

Even if I did fall from her pedestal, she would kick me right back up to it, tie me down to make sure I don’t fall ever again.

Seto kept his expression solemn, but as she explained her lack of experience with how nobles work and such the high life could demand, his lips broke into a smile and laughed. His worries were never of the other royal families nor any concerns of noble decorum. Though, it would alleviate much of the staff’s anxiety if Marr learned a bit more of how to act the Noble.

“I can handle any noble or royal person, but-” He began to explain, noting how quickly Marr finished her tea, “-The poor Staff wouldn’t mind if you took some of their advice from time to time,” giving Marr a bemused smile.

“And perhaps we should go ahead and explore this antiquated place a tad more,” Seto suggested, slowly he stood up, his legs stretching as the faintness of tiredness escaped as an exhale as a small dose of energy flooded into his system. Perhaps the tea was far sweeter than it should have been. His hands grasped the book that Marr gave him earlier and stepped over to where their butler had returned, ready with both fresh cups of tea and accepted to carry their book.

His eyes looked ahead into the grand old library and wondered what else was not recorded in some sort of computer or data-slate. How many stories have been left unread? How many lost? How many still left unwritten.

“Let’s explore and I can teach you how to hold your cup if you’re drinking tea.” Seto turned around to face his sister, his eyes and smile beaming towards her with perhaps a tad too much excitement.

“We have time to start reading your reward,” Seto winked, his smile grew ever so, “-And I shall make time should it be needed.” ​

Marriskcal Lati

 

[Marriskcal Lati]

Marriskcal Lati - Du Couteau
Equipment: Attire, Lightsaber x2 (Cyan & Azure) & Throwing Knives
Location: Bibliotheca, Level 5127, Coruscant
With: Seto du Couteau

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The galaxy continued to flow and ebb, uncaring of its players.

Perhaps a true testament as to the lapse in her person, Marriskcal remained oblivious as to the change that was happening.

She was honed to be a leader, but one satisfied to remain on a leash of a higher authority.

She was taught to be independent, but only as long as she abided by the will of another.

Against a lifetime’s worth of learning, what was a year and change?

Unable to understand her the worries that plagued Seto’s thoughts, the young woman merely took her brother’s amusement and words as was presented to her, with a faint grimace and the narrowing of her eyes.

“I will try my best,” she finally said, not wanting to give her brother a chance to turn today into yet another lesson on mannerisms. While the blonde was quite able when it came to taking their advice and teachings in stride, they have yet to realise that she was more willing to apply it in her life if they gave her a reasoning that made sense to the logical creature that was Marriskcal, or if they worded it clearly and without leeway for interpretation.

There was a specific way of how one should hold their cup while drinking tea?

Dismayed, the young lady gave her delighted brother a venomous glare even as she picked up the fresh cup and stood up. “Why is there even more than one way as to how you should hold a cup?” Truly, she hoped ardently that whomever who decided to create all these needlessly intricate rituals died a most painful death. And if they were still alive? She would hunt them down and hurt them herself.

Even while she was less than enthused as to the idea, Marriskcal would never allow the opportunity to bask in his presence to pass her by. “If we must,” she acquiesced, the allure of having Seto read to her too much to resist. And so, it was with a pout on her lips that the blonde laced an arm around his own.

The afternoon was spent with the two siblings meandering along the grand hall and amongst centuries’ worth of knowledge and stories, gentle words flowing between them. A mere glimpse of their lives, but one that the young lady treasured nonetheless.

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