Weirdlanders

skylanderwishes:

From the desk of Asiirha Cnámhdubh:

Dear Feuriah,

Your king insisted I send all progress reports on your son’s intellectual growth to your study. I’m sure he’s already given you quite the attempted tongue lashing for my ‘attack on his behavior.’ I don’t think I need to tell you your mate is an idiot, but I thought I should tell you the short version of what I let Kurogh hear.

Voteil is a gift. He is a precious boy and should always be treated as such. The fact that Kurogh shows such blatant distaste and disgust that his first born is a Seuth is insulting to the honor of having a Seuth for a son; Kurogh should be ashamed, and I think that under his arrogant response to my tongue lashing, he was.

Voteil is healthy as ever, as you see when you do not leave him in my care. Again, I thank you for the privilege of allowing me to instruct the boy in politics, sciences and history when you have all of Kurosia’s finest scholars to choose from; I am humbled and surely, blessed by some god or another.

And despite Kurogh’s insistence that he is a ‘scrawny, no-good weakling,’ Voteil shows promise in physical combat training. He is far removed from the sickly, fearful whelp his sire assumes he is. The only perceived weakness Voteil might have is…well, how very potent and convincing his dreams are.

You and I both discussed this at length, but his dreams and night terrors are as frequent as ever. At first he didn’t want to tell me about his dreams; I think the lad wanted to impress me. But his demeanor and his obvious relation to yourself plus his razor sharp wit from our first meeting impressed me beyond words. He truly has no need for trying to prove himself to me; perhaps you should convey this to him, somehow. But back to the dreams.

They aren’t…troubling, persey. Not in the way one might think. He has of course, spelled out certain doom for some that have come to pass. Though their fates were well deserved, I’m sure you know of whom I speak. Traitorous bastards. Most of the time, however, his explanations and his immediate outcries when he wakes from his night terrors and dreams are sadly incoherent, even to me. He has spoken in certain tongues I do not understand, and when asked, he says he doesn’t know those languages. There is more to the nature of Seuth than either of us or the combined knowledge of all our libraries can tell, though I will work with the lad to try and form new studies that might help future generations understand.

…’Riah, I must confess this. You have asked in the past why Roxandara and I have yet to have a clutch…and I told you a lie. Roxandara doesn’t want children; we aren’t waiting; and on top of all of that, one of us (or both) is sterile. Our mating is not a happy one, as you have seen; we blame each other for our inability to produce young. I fear that I shall never have a clutch, not unless myself or Roxandara had outside help. And that will never come to pass; Roxandara is disgusted by all males of any species (besides Malefor), and she is fiercely protective of ‘her territory.’ Which is to say, she is fiercely protective and territorial of me. I so much as glance at another female and she’ll try to slap me senseless.

I bring this up because you must know…if I were ever to have a son, I would be the luckiest dragon in all of creation if he was half as good and precious as your Voteil is. You are so very lucky to have him. And he is incredibly fortunate to have you.

Sincerely,
Your Friend, Asiirha