Xanthee, Daenerys


A touching heart-to-heart between Xanthee and Daenerys


It is afternoon of the first day of the third month of the thirteenth turn of the 12th pass.


The Tea Room, Igen Weyr

OOC Date 07 Feb 2018 05:00


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The Tea Room

This shop is easy to miss from the street. It bears the same striped awning that most shops have, this one in shades of lilac and sand, but it has no sign save for a plaque of sandstone hung beside the door, on which a teacup has been carved. When open, the heavy curtain that covers the doorway is pulled aside to allow entry. After stepping through, one will find themselves in a tiny space decorated with classic desert touches.

The walls are whitewashed to increase the sense of light within but the floor is tiled in hues of blue and green, with each tile bearing in its center a brilliant red lotus. There are only five small tables, all of them of dark, heavily carved wood set low to the ground. To sit at one requires reclining on the plethora of pillows and cushions and layered rugs provided for that purpose; each seat is provided with a carved wooden back-prop to rest the pillows against, for those who want spinal support. Tea is served from the service at the rear of the room, where a tiny smokeless hearth keeps water heated, and a row of trays are kept loaded with teapots, tiny cups, and containers for sweetener. There is a small selection of fruits, breads and cheeses also available for those looking for a snack but this is not a place for heavy meals.

The first day of spring has sprung, and with the sharp rise in the temperature, people are outside enjoying it. Not inside places like the Tea Room. And so it is dead. The tables are all clean and ready, the tea service is meticulous, and even the washing basin is empty and the cleaned dishes put away and ready for use. Xanthee is seated at one table, a beautifully tooled leather journal opened in her lap to a blank page, but the raven haired girl is lost in her thoughts and tapping idly at her bottom lip with the stylus, emerald eyes staring off into nothingness, clearly deeply lost in her thoughts.

It's a well-earned break Daenerys has, wrought in leather and dance and guarding; finally, a rest day where he can laze about and do nothing! And laze he does like the cat he is, only leaving his yurt for food or the various entertainments to be had. But suddenly, he has a hankering for Weyr'd company, and so seeks out the Tea Room to get some of that company on, hoping to find a particular young lady there, for he has a gift that's finally ready to exchange hands. A new shiny toy for his sister, more excellent tea brewed for him. Win-win! He slides through the door, careful to make a little noise so that he doesn't startle her: how well he remembers the last time he startled her! She might have picked up his ability to throw pointy objects well by now. "Hey, baby girl, whatchu writin' in that book?" He asks playfully.

Snapped back by reality when she hears the telltale sounds of someone entering the Tea Room, Xanthee turns emerald eyes towards the door, tensing to get up, but when she sees her brother, she just smiles and sinks back into the pillows. The journal is closed and put on the table in front of her, stylus laying on top of it. Even though she is sporting one of her easy smiles, Xan still sports the clouded look of someone deeply pre-occupied. "Nothing apparently." she says with a sigh as she rests a hand on the tooled leather cover of the journal, "I was hoping to put some thoughts out on paper, but I guess they weren't ready to come out yet." A slight shrug of her shoulders. "Nice to see you finally managed to unentangle yourself from Reveka brother-mine." an attempt to maybe change the subject, but a small smugg smirk plays on her lips as she raises an eyebrow at the ex-Tanner.

Daenerys laughs softly, gliding over to where Xanthee is settled, and sinking into a chair beside her. "Mmm, so I have. With the greatest reluctance." His grin is wicked, his gaze sidelong as he sprawls comfortably, his long braid falling down his chest and almost into his very lap, shining softly in the Tea Room's light. "I don't think she's complaining, though." Just in case Xanthee wanted a visual — Daenerys is a generous, generous brother. He settles the long, narrow package he'd been carrying under his arm on the table before gently bumping Xanthee's side with an elbow. "You're thinkin' hard, girl. What's on your mind?"

"No, I saw her the other day and she is definitely no complaining. I just hope you guys are being careful." Xanthee waggles her eyebrows emphatically at that, hoping he catches her drift. Then when he asks about her thoughts she sighs heavily again. "I'm getting a new baby sibling. Pa told me a seven or so ago, and I just met the greenrider in question this morning." She pauses, and then points in her brother's direction, "There's a guy who need to learn about the proper use of the herbs. Kids all over Pern who sees who knows how often." Woah, there's more than a touch of bitterness in her tone as she pinches the bridge of her nose and takes a couple deep breaths to calm herself. "Anyway, Miel, the greenrider, she's planning on fostering the baby. And I know that most riders do, I'm not blind to the rigors of their life, I get why they do it. But…" And here she drops her hands into her lap and sinks back into the cushions to stare at the ceiling. "The thing is, my mom didn't. She raised me herself in her weyr, with the help of the nannies of course, but I lived with her. And I still have faint memories of her because of that. if I was fostered shortly after birth, I probably wouldn't even have those. I mean, I just got excited cause I was gonna be a big sister, but now I kinda feel bad for the kid." Xanthee turns her head and looks at Daen. "I miss her Daen." she whispers as her eyes begin to well up.

Daenerys snorts softly. "I hope not; I do my best to make sure she enjoys time shared. And… well. We're enjoying our time, lovey, don't worry about it." It's tended to when he remembers it, basically. Ah, youth: how foolish and free. But when she goes on, telling him about the new sibling, his posture changes from indulgent laziness to strained attentiveness — his sister's upset, and there's nothing he can do about it! But maybe one thing? He gently encircles her shoulders with an arm, sighing softly as he sees the tears begins to well up in her eyes. What does a man say about these things to his young sister, so plainly upset by this turn of events. "I'm so sorry, Xanthee. This must be very hard for you."

Letting Daenerys' arm wrap around her shoulder, Xanthee curls in towards him, tucking her feet up underneath her. She sniffles lightly as the tears start to spill over her cheeks. "I don't know what's worse though? That or the fact that it seems my dad is kind of doting on this woman.. would he have doted on my mom if she had told him about me? Would be have doted on me?" her last is whispered and partly lost in her mounting sniffles. "It's not sharding fair." She says with a resigned sigh as she reaches up to wipe at her cheeks and eyes with her sleeve as she sniffles loudly.

Daenerys's fingers rub soothingly over her bicep, hugging her close to his shoulder. Gently, he kisses the top of her head, then rests his cheek there as though this is how they spend their afternoons, rather than teasing and taunting each other like the hellions they often are. So, somany questions he knows not how to answer — but it seems more important to offer the poor girl a listening ear than try to fix it for her, much as he wants to go out and thrash the man that's hurt her feelings, however unwittingly. So, he'll settle in to be the comforter, loosely locking his fingers together and keep her close against him. "I agree. It's hard to watch, isn't it? Seeing the way life goes, wondering whether you could have had this…" He cuddles her tight a moment. "It really isn't fair at all."

Xanthee lets herself relax into his friendly embrace, comfortable enough to take comfort from him, sighing as she feels him kiss the top of her head. Even though she knows that there is no blood tie between them, she feels closer to her heart brother than any of the blood relations she's met so far. Maybe it's because their respective childhoods have certain similarities, maybe it's something completely unfathomable. When he so perfectly empathises with her, validating how she's feeling it helps to dry the tears in her eyes as a warm smile spreads on her lips. "If I manage to Impress, I just know I'm never going to foster when Mal and I have kids. For one, I don't think Mal would like that being Hold bred. But also because, if something happens to me, I want them to have as many memories of me as they can." Her voice steadies now, resolute. "I may not be able to change the past, I can make my future what I want it to be." There's a little bit of Xan's old fire peeking through again.

"That's all we can do, I think." Daenerys confirms for her, remembering his own father: a busy, oft-frazzled man who nontheless still tried to teach his son a little of life, and offer alternatives to the road he would have taken. "I can't imagine you'd be willing to be separated from your children, Impressed or not." He cups her chin gently, meeting her eyes with a loving sincerity he rarely shows anyone. This is his heart sister — she deserves no less. "You, my dearest baby girl, will make a wonderful mother when the time is right, you know that?" And then he smiles at her fiery determination to shape her bright future out of the ashes of her past. "And I'll be around to kick the ass of anyone who makes you cry. Except I can't beat up Ha'ze, even if I want to for making you even the slightest bit upset. I didn't catch him at it."

Xanthee marvels at hearing Daenerys speaks about her with such certainty, and also pinpointing truths about her with such accuracy, her heart swells in her chest at the way he seems to just get her on so many levels. Her eyes well up again, but lucky for Daen, these are happy tears, when he says he thinks she's going to make a great mom. "Oh Daen! I am so glad you think so. I'm going to do my best." The comment abot Ha'ze makes her chuckle though, and Xan just shakes her head, "He didn't do anything wrong. It's not his fault, he never knew about me. No that blame lies solely on my mom." And now she can feel her thoughts go cloudy again, but she sits up and shakes her head, "Ok! no more unhappy thoughts today, I've reached my limit." Her emerald eyes now slide over to the parcel that Daen had placed on the table when he arrived… "Is that for me?" she asks sweetly with flutter of her lashes over emerald eyes.

Daenerys kisses her forehead tenderly, grinning with relief that that at least made her happy. "Then it's safe to assume you will accomplish your goal." Xanthee's one of those girls that generally gets her goals, the trader is certain of it. But there are the sad thoughts again, and he frowns — only to find that his little box is an excellent distractor from sad tears, and laughs, letting her go to edge the box toward his sister. "Yes, you greedy little thing, it's for you. I think you'll love it. G'wan, then, girl, open it."

Xanthee leans forwards and reaches out to pull the box towards her, an eager grin on her lips. "And exactly what have I done to deserve this? I'm not complaining mind, I just like to know for which one of my great deeds I am being rewarded." Xan's such a humble little thing. As she peeks into the box and spies the knife laying there in it's leather sheath. Her eyes widen as she takes it out and unsheaths the blade for a better look. The weight of it feels good in her hand. "You sure about giving me something pointy?" she waggles her eyebrows mischievously in his direction, referring to the time she almost skewered him for sneaking up on her.

Daenerys grins at her, tweaking her ear playfully. "The cheek of you, chick." And then, he sobers a little. "Turns out, you were right about Reveka. We do click." His look is slightly clouded, in the way of a man thinking back to a particularly blissful night, and then he grins again. "So yes, maybe your matchmaking skills aren't completely terrible…" He looks down at the knife, then back up to Xanthee, pretending to edge away in horror at the reminder of his near-skewering. "I think I can trust you to remember I'm your favorite brother…" He eyes her with mock suspicion before he laughs playfully. "Yes, I'm sure."

Trying not to look too smug, Xanthee puts on an air of surprise. "Oh really now? Well at least you finally admit it." She says with a chuckle and a little shake of her head, "It's perfect Daen, thank you so much. It'll be a much better knife for everyday wear than my stiletto." Putting the knife back in it's sheath, cause safety first and all that, she throws her arms around her brother's neck and plants a firm kiss of both his cheeks in turn. "And I've only ever wanted to see you happy brother dear, and I am happy Reveka makes you happy, that you make each other happy."

Oh, Daenerys will forgive her her smugness… this time. When she throws her arms around him, he pretends to grumble at her, but naturally his arms wrap tightly around her waist, crushing her against his chest and accepts her kisses with a lot of laughing protest. "Ugh, girls…! So much feelings." He kisses her cheek and leans back to look at her playfully. "Yeah, we're happy." Most of that happy is shown each other in the dark of night, without clothing or shame, but hey. They're old enough to play all the adult games; nobody is going to police their free time as one might younger folk. "Mission accomplished, then."

All this grumbling pretense causes Xanthee to giggle along with his laugh, "Oh stop pretending not to like it." She says teasingly as she pulls back and settles into the cushions. "Mission accomplished indeed." Xan preens at that. "I know it's not what Mal and I have for you and Reve. I wouldn't expect it to be. In Mal, I found my soulmate, my beloved." Her eyes take on a dreamy quality as she speaks of her love. Then, making up her mind, she leans in conspiratorily. "We're kind of promised to each other in a way. Not engaged, but a promise to make things official as soon as we can, but we're keeping it really quiet like, as in only a couple people will know. You are the first I've told." She looks at him expectantly, feeling a little nervous as she doesn't know how he will respond to this.

Daenerys considers this thing Xanthee has told him very, very carefully; he's calculating the time up in his head, and measuring the growth he's seen in his little sister since that fateful day so many Turns ago when they met. But finally, when all's done and said and told, he feels no urgent desire to go and question Malosim's intentions toward his sis, for the man has already proven several times over his commitment to Xanthee's well being, and nods, slowly. "While I think you're very young, Xanthee… I can't say this upsets me. In fact, it settles a worry I've had for you. Malosim is a responsible man, and I am certain he would not mislead you, nor break a promise to you out of greed or stupidity. And you are not the same girl you were when we first met." He pauses, then smiles at her. "Very well then, sister-mine. I approve."

Daen better get to grumbling, cause here comes Xanthee in for another tight hug as she squees softly. "I know we're young, and it's fast, but I just love him so much, with every single part of me! And besides," she says as she pulls back and settles onto the cushions again. "It's going to be Turns until circumstances will allow us to make things official, I'm not looking to be a teenaged wife or anything. And Mal's more than responsible, he's kind, loving, patient and he wants me to chase my dreams and he will wait for me. I mean, I don't know how I could have found a more perfect man." And now she's on her favorite subject, Xanthee's eyes shine brightly, her whole face aglow with young love.

Such intensity might give Daenerys pause — but he trusts her, so much more than he might have had this happened even a mere Turn ago. "Ah, so you've taken into account age, and certain goals of yours. Frankly," And he smiles a little wryly. "I would rather you were older, myself, but if you two are willing to take a long path on this, then that, too, relieves my mind. It seems you two have come to the right conclusion for yourselves." Not that he is the proper person to be all Mr. Responsible here, but for him, Xanthee is family, and he feels a certain level of responsibility to ensure she's safe from as much harm as he can protect her from.

Xanthee nods very seriously now to Daenerys' words, "I want to do this right with Mal. The fact that he is also so willing to make sure we have the best of chances for a future we can build together, it leaves no doubt in my mind that we are meant to be." A long fluttering sigh escapes her lips as she places a hand tenderly over her heart as if she can feel the love for her Miner radiating from there. Then, of all the unfortunate moment, the bell over the door goes off and a small group of 4 people come in and head to an empty table. Unfolding herself out of the cushions, she offers a warm smile to Daenerys. "You sticking around for a drink?" she asks before she heads over to the now occupied table with a smile on her face, order tablet at the ready, "Welcome to the Tea Room, what can I get for you?"

Daenerys is actually laughing like a maniac on the inside — Xanthee really is the cutest person when she's in love, all mushy and starry eyed. "Nah, I've had enough sweetness to last me awhile. Really, I wanted to foist your gift off on you." He slides out of the booth, and begins to head for the door. "Ai'ight, girl, see you behave yourself, and don't go skewering people randomly to test that knife's edge." Liek she'd actually do such a thing. With a final tweak of her ear, Daenerys is gone — perhaps on legitimate business, perhaps not. Who knows with this one.

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