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[isthisart]

Linya gradually feels her way around being proper friends with Ekaterin, not wishing to wreck things with a premature "will you be my Second at my duplicate wedding" request. There is companionable gardening. There is, when Linya and Jocelyn make an unexpected sudden breakthrough in causing the nibs to behave, which holds when they fabricate a prototype and test it out, a fountain pen for Ekaterin. (In addition to Miles's and Count Vorkosigan's. And one for Emperor Gregor, which has got to be worth all the R&D in advertising alone.) When Miles's legs are more or less completely healed, they skip off to Vorkosigan Surleau for a few days and he teaches her to fly a lightflyer, which she enjoys very much and picks up very quickly. Linya writes Miles a song. (It has no words, she doesn't feel up to lyrics, but it is very pretty and slightly different every time she plays/sings it.) With the nibs handled and all the Barrayaran languages learned Linya spends more time reading textbooks and signs up for a university placement exam to see how far ahead into advanced classes on various things she can skip, and awaits her results.

And snuggles her tiny Barrayaran.

Comments

[thisvorlunatic]

"Squirt? Hell, he's older than you are," says Miles. "Got to be on his second body at least. And he played you like a piano. We were entirely outmatched. Next time, please shut up at the first hint."

[whyexit]

"And that poor girl, stuck in that bubble with people discussing selling her -" sighs Thorne. "One chance to talk to her and I - babbled."

[thisvorlunatic]

"Yes, I've seen you present a multitude of faces to the world, but 'sexual panic' has got to be a new one," says Miles. "If it's any consolation, I was much worse off the first time I met my wife."

[whyexit]

"Oh really? That sounds like a story," says Thorne with a weak smile.

[thisvorlunatic]

"I literally fell to my knees the first time I saw her face," he reminisces. "Amazingly, she found this endearing instead of hopelessly pathetic. Or maybe endearing and hopelessly pathetic. I have admittedly not asked for clarification."

[whyexit]

"Good lord," says Thorne. "All right. So who knows. To your knees? On the floor? Can't scarcely credit it. I don't suppose I can see your wedding holos."

[thisvorlunatic]

"Private ceremony, alas. No pictures."

[whyexit]

"Ah, terrible pity. She must be really something."

[thisvorlunatic]

"She is."

[whyexit]

"Your face. I never had a chance. All the happiness to you, Admiral."

[thisvorlunatic]

"Thank you, Bel."

[whyexit]

Thorne winks and then goes to answer the intercom.

Apparently a "Nicol" is there to see it.

Thorne is pleased to receive this visit and has Nicol directed to the wardroom. The docking hatch guy mutters about how on this job you eventually see one of everything, and then disconnects.

[sweet_song]

And here is Nicol, in a custom float-chair designed to be piloted with her lower hands and support her null-gee-designed body while her upper arms remain free. She zips in, positions herself agreeably relative to furniture and people, and looks at Thorne.

[whyexit]

"Nicol! It's so nice to see you again."

[sweet_song]

Nicol smiles just a little bit - then she's all business. "Captain Thorne. Admiral Naismith. You're - mercenaries, are you not?"

[whyexit]

"We are...?"

[sweet_song]

"And - if I read you correctly - you have some understanding for my situation? Empathy for the position I find myself in."

[whyexit]

"You're dangling over a pit," murmurs Thorne.

[sweet_song]

"And I mean to find a way to safety."

[thisvorlunatic]

"Safety from what? It seems to me that Baron Fell offers... reasonable security. Against threats such as Baron Ryoval. You could hardly ask for a more powerful protector in Jacksonian local space than the Baron of the local arms dealers."

[sweet_song]

"He's dying. Or thinks he is, at any rate."

[thisvorlunatic]

"I gathered as much. What confuses me are his dark hints about why he won't just occupy a clone like any other soullessly unscrupulous rich man."

[sweet_song]

"He had one commissioned, and House Bharaputra was happy to take the job. The clone was fourteen, full-sized, all ready - and assassinated a few months ago. He doesn't know who did it, though his half-brother tops the list of suspects. And the new one isn't even decanted yet. It'll be years before he can transplant, and during those years anything could happen to him, or the new clone."

[thisvorlunatic]

"What a fascinating choice of target," murmurs Miles. "Assassinate the new body, leaving him trapped in the... old. And what is this unknown enemy's next move? Wait him out?"

[sweet_song]

"I couldn't say, but I don't want to find out what happens to me if I'm still here then. And - I can't buy my way out of unless the baron decides to let me. I didn't realize back on Earth what it'd mean - and the cost of living just keeps going up - and there's five years left in my contract."