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Jann is minding his own business. He is playing by himself in the courtyard with a wooden sword: this definitely constitutes minding his own business. Nothing that follows is his fault.
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first-and-final
"Would you like to be named after a rock, Kitten?"
A meow of a different variety.
"...Need more information to decide?" he guesses.
Yes-meow.
"The horse is named Morganite. Morganite is a pretty pink rock. You're not any shade of pink, though, you're grey and white... there's 'Silver', I guess, not a rock but the same sort of genre, do you feel like a Silver?"
Silence.
"Not Silver then. Um... how about, I don't know... Catherine?"
Yes-meow.
"All right. Pleased to make your acquaintance, Catherine. I'd bow, but it's awkward to bow to someone who is standing on my foot."
Catherine hops off his foot and strolls away a short distance. Milo grins and bows to her. She sits and starts washing her ears with one white-tipped paw.
A meow of a different variety.
"...Need more information to decide?" he guesses.
Yes-meow.
"The horse is named Morganite. Morganite is a pretty pink rock. You're not any shade of pink, though, you're grey and white... there's 'Silver', I guess, not a rock but the same sort of genre, do you feel like a Silver?"
Silence.
"Not Silver then. Um... how about, I don't know... Catherine?"
Yes-meow.
"All right. Pleased to make your acquaintance, Catherine. I'd bow, but it's awkward to bow to someone who is standing on my foot."
Catherine hops off his foot and strolls away a short distance. Milo grins and bows to her. She sits and starts washing her ears with one white-tipped paw.
first-and-final
"It might be difficult. But I do like a challenge. What do you think, Catherine?"
Unidentified meow.
"I suppose there's no good reason for you to know what chess is, being a cat. Do you know what chess is?"
Different unidentified meow.
"Hmm... was that a 'sort of'?"
Repeat of different unidentified meow.
"It wasn't a 'yes'... was it a new 'no'?"
Yes-meow.
"All right then. My Catherine-vocabulary is expanding by the minute."
Unidentified meow.
"I suppose there's no good reason for you to know what chess is, being a cat. Do you know what chess is?"
Different unidentified meow.
"Hmm... was that a 'sort of'?"
Repeat of different unidentified meow.
"It wasn't a 'yes'... was it a new 'no'?"
Yes-meow.
"All right then. My Catherine-vocabulary is expanding by the minute."
abeance
"At some point this probably counts as understanding a cat without being a witch," snorts Jann. "You'll be famous."
first-and-final
"Anyone could do it if they just took the time to listen. And had a cooperative cat. And were good at guessing what questions to ask."
Meow.
"Commentary from Catherine. Proud of your choice of human, by any chance?"
Yes-meow.
Milo grins at her.
Meow.
"Commentary from Catherine. Proud of your choice of human, by any chance?"
Yes-meow.
Milo grins at her.
abeance
Jann escorts Milo, and the cat, back to Raxwell, after they have taken advantage of the hospitality of the Otashire family.
It's not long before Glynn has been through his course of knightly study and is graduated, young but not strictly speaking early.
It's not long before Glynn has been through his course of knightly study and is graduated, young but not strictly speaking early.
first-and-final
Purely on the strength of both of them being decent at chess, Milo whimsically invites Duke Reko to the little party at the Raxwell castle for Glynn's knighting. Much to his surprise, Reko actually accepts.
avec-le-coeur
They're about evenly matched, but Glynn wins three of the five games that they play with Milo as an interested spectator.
first-and-final
"Glynn gets more practice, of the two of you," Milo suggests as an explanation for this discrepancy. "You should play more, Reko."
first-and-final
"You can spare a minute every day or two to play a game by mail, can't you?"
seewhathappens
"I'm not sure how closely your sense of fun resembles mine, in light of that story I heard about you intentionally turning yourself into a rabbit."
abeance
It's a few months' worth of chess-by-mail later when Jann observes:
"Given any thought to the thing about the crown?"
abeance
"I mean, if you're thoroughly over it and I've been imagining the way you make eyes at his letters..."
