Journal Entry 058 / 0844 "We have similar tastes in Unciati," I observed, amused.Journal Entry 058 / 0844 "We have similar tastes in Unciati," I observed, amused. From where I stood I could see Jahn and what I assumed to be Sufi sitting across from each other; they could well have been stamped from similar modes, although Sufi seemed even smaller and boyish than Jahn. Both had very muted grey spotting on their bodies, and both kept their fur trimmed and under control. Aaden laughed softly. "From here, though, it looks as if Sufi is holding up his half of the conversation." He pushed the doors of the restaurant further open and we entered the well-lit and rustic setting of a Rhysh inn, this one called, simply, Peasantry. "Well, Jahn only speaks when he has something to say." "Does he have something to say on many things, or only on what he considers important?" "Usually only what he considers important," I mused. "Then these two should get along great," Aaden chuckled. "They're just like us. You're an incorrigable motormouth and I'm the reserved, calm half." I nudged him painfully in the side. "Be serious!" I smiled. "I am being serious," he said, grinning at me. I laughed. We joined the two Uncia at dinner. "Sufi," Aaden said first, "I'd like you to meet my coimelin, Kennet Shardik. Ken, Sufi." Sufi was already staring at me, a gesture that always makes me very uncomfortable. I smiled at him and said "I've heard a lot about you, Sufi. It's actually good to meet you at last." He swallowed hard, a gesture that made me think twice about restraining my own discomfort, and said "I'm pleased to meet you, Vatare'." I stood up and laughed to cover my discomfort. "Sufi, I'm Aaden's lover to you, nothing else. Please, just call me Ken. One of these days I'm going to get tired of saying that to people." I inhaled, let it out, then said "Aaden, this is Jahn. Jahn, meet Aaden Satpulov." Jahn stood, something Sufi thankfully had not done, and shook Aaden's paw warmly with his own. "It's good to meet you sir. Ken speaks highly of you." "Does he? That's a first." I shot Aaden a pout; he chuckled back at me. This ritual was so old and familiar that I found myself enjoying it despite the familiarity. |