line dance

[isthisart]

Linya settles thoroughly in. The rest of her Barrayaran clothes filter in and she mixes and matches in Alys-approved ways. Cordelia continues to be welcoming; the Count continues to be more or less awkward (though she does catch him stifling a laugh the first time she has occasion to scoop up her husband in his presence). Tsipis continues to be marvelously helpful; between them they pick a factory that will be able to make pens for a reasonable bid, and she goes in to visit and makes sure they have everything right and decides what colors the chassis ought to come in (four standard colors, a dozen more available as custom order with optional engraving). She asks Cordelia what color she wants hers; since she doesn't want a complicated nib-end she can have the first one off the production line. For the complicated-nib version, Linya is still studying optics. She writes a letter to a local manufacturer of holoprojectors to see if they have any insight. She wraps up her study of Greek and starts on French - French, she already knew, but this is a different dialect with peculiar Barrayaran Cyrillic spelling rules, so it still requires nonzero effort.

Oh, and she snuggles her tiny Barrayaran. And makes music and has groats for breakfast roughly every other day.

Setting a date for a groat-related wedding as opposed to a groat-related breakfast is a little complicated, but they are formally, as it were, engaged.

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[thisvorlunatic]

He snuggles up.

[isthisart]

Snuggles!

"I love you."

[thisvorlunatic]

"I love you too."

[isthisart]

And the next morning sees her snuggled up not very gingerly at all.

[thisvorlunatic]

Ooh! Not-very-ginger snuggles! Miles approves of those.

[isthisart]

Does he! That's good.

[thisvorlunatic]

He approves so much!



Although he also feels kind of self-conscious about the fresh new collection of scars on his legs.

[isthisart]

"Are you okay?" Linya asks, pausing in her not-very-ginger snuggling.

[thisvorlunatic]

"Um. Yes. Sorry," he says. "I just - feel even less attractive than usual."

[isthisart]

"Is... there anything to be done about that?" she asks, wrapping her arms around him and holding him close.

[thisvorlunatic]

"I'm sure I'll get used to the new scars eventually," he sighs.

[isthisart]

"I'd hope so. I mean in the short term."

[thisvorlunatic]

"Not so much, then, no."

[isthisart]

"All right. But I still think you're cute, you know."

[thisvorlunatic]

"Thank you." He hugs her.

[isthisart]

Hug.

She will leave it up to her tiny Barrayaran if he's up for anything else this morning besides minimally tentative snuggles.

[thisvorlunatic]

Apparently he is!

[isthisart]

Yay!

[thisvorlunatic]

Indeed yay.

[isthisart]

So there's that! And that is nice.

Linya goes ahead and engages a dance instructor to teach her standard Barrayaran Vor-social-event party dances. She can, if she pays attention, do them without falling down; they're not as complicated as the ones that haut invent or revise to show off their talents.

And since the Count has previously offered to go over the guest list with her and give her tips on each of the invitees whose names he recognizes, she takes him up on that when the list is more or less final, queuing it up for easy retrieval on her pen and going looking for her father-in-law wherever he may be ensconced.

[on_my_word]

Aral is ensconced in an armchair in the library, with a handheld reader and a glass of wine, presumably reading one of the library's modern book-disks - the case is lying open on a nearby table. He doesn't notice Linya immediately.

[isthisart]

Hmmm. She doesn't have a great sense of how interruptible he is. She makes a point of generating audible footsteps as she continues into the library, vaguely angled in his direction.

[on_my_word]

He looks up.

"Ah - Lady Vorkosigan," he says. "Hello. Has Cordelia updated you on the latest version of the guest list? I think it's getting close to final; we're just going back and forth on a few of the courtesy invitations."

[isthisart]

"She has. Is this a good time to take you up on your offer to go over it with me ahead of time?"

[on_my_word]

"As good as any." He puts down his book, looks around for a seat Linya might take that would be conducive to such a discussion, finds one, and gestures invitingly to it.