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Cymbeline doesn't really like boats, but they're the only way to get anywhere in a reasonable period of time, especially when "anywhere" isn't on the mainland. Today he is sailing to Vectis, to oversee the change of governorship; his father the king is needed for courtly matters back home and his mother the queen, despite being the source of his royal blood, declines to involve herself in affairs of state when she can avoid it. Zoyah takes more after Ranae than after Charles in this department. So, it falls to Cymbeline.
Walking on a boat is even more difficult than walking on land, and Cymbeline is no great shakes at the latter to begin with. Unfortunately, neither he nor Kerem, the court magician and Cymbeline's confidante, have been able to figure out how to apply the principles of practicable magic to alleviating princely clumsiness. So Cymbeline is clinging to the railing of the boat, watching the waves, trying to avoid having to walk anywhere.
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aetheling
aetheling
"...So you're a princess," says Cymbeline. "Like Zoyah."
aetheling
"...Interesting."
It may be possible to derive information about the way in which this is interesting from his tone.
It may be possible to derive information about the way in which this is interesting from his tone.
aetheling
"...Ah. Politics," shrugs Cymbeline. He hasn't actually taught her this word yet. He's not sure how to sum it up.
aetheling
He taught her the word in reference to things like favorite foods, so he doesn't think he's overstating the case to say, "Yes."
aetheling
Cymbeline chuckles and shakes his head. She's astonishingly expressive with her one bookful of signs, but he's not going to start talking about working something out between Loegria and a kingdom of merfolk until he's had a conversation with her at least relatively unimpeded by vocabulary.
Speaking of which.
"Why did you want legs?"
Speaking of which.
"Why did you want legs?"
aetheling
"Oh," he muses. "That sounds unpleasant." Pause. "Well. Not sounds."
aetheling
"You had such a pretty voice and you traded it for cursed legs," he sighs.
aetheling
"And charmed. I was asleep," (he has not covered the fine points of "unconsciousness") "and I still heard you."
aetheling
"Charmed voice, for cursed legs. Bad trade," opines Cymbeline.
aetheling
"I wanted a particular horse -" He sketches a horse - "once, but the man who had it wanted too much gold for it, so I didn't buy it. - Buying is trading gold for a thing instead of trading a thing for a thing."
treasuresuntold
Jade nods thoughtfully.
I want legs. Only one legs under water. I have legs. Good.
I want legs. Only one legs under water. I have legs. Good.
aetheling
"I guess they would be hard to find," agrees Cymbeline. "But your voice? You couldn't give the magician something else?"
