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For Barrayar mods ([personal profile] barrayarmods) wrote in [community profile] forbarrayar2017-02-18 03:21 pm

[ february ii log ]

Who: Everyone
What: Traitors exposed, celebrations had, sleight hands passing cards under the table. And so begin the preparations for what is soon to come.
When: February 18th - 28th
Where: Barrayaran camp / Cetagandan base
Warnings: Torture (interrogations thread)

Quick links:
Riverfall
Barrayar: Barrayaran camp / Party / Missions
Cetaganda: Cetagandan base / Moon-poetry party / Missions


The harsh weather rages on, which temperatures still averaging far below freezing, and the wind is still strong. But things are a little less dire for the outsiders, and for the exotics -- well, they have their own chills to deal with.

riverfall
Riverfall village is your typical Dendarii mountain village, which means it's small, humble, and mostly poor. This is the most rural of the rural around here, a little backwater even by Barrayaran standards. Most of the villagers live in houses of wood and stone built themselves or by ancestors. Despite the cold, there are plenty of people outside at any given time -- working, mostly, because the daily grind stops for no one, but even the occasional group of children taken over by fits of cabin fever. The village is built up against a rocky mountain face, from the top of which the eponymous waterfall flows into the river that borders the west edge of the village and continues down the mountain. The place isn't exactly hidden, but if you don't know your way around, it'd be hard to find without a native guide.

The villagers are wary of the outsiders at first, even more than the soldiers had been -- the rural Dendarii are as superstitious as they come -- but, slowly convinced of their good intentions, start to warm to them. They're a blunt, hardy people, largely uneducated and tending toward the most extreme of Barrayaran sensibilities, but they are undeniably fierce. The General Count trusts them, so they'll be more or less civil (by Barrayaran standards, anyway), but you might catch the occasional scrutinizing, watchful stare. With Cetagandans in camp and exotics among them, they border on hostile, especially those who are visibly nonhuman. They keep their heads down enough to keep from getting into trouble with the soldiers, but they do not like you at all.

Not everyone in Riverfall speaks English -- Russian is everyone's first language, and only about half the village has any passable command of English. Thankfully, the village's Speaker Yakiv Gura speaks English, if heavily accented. They're clearly stretching to the limit to help the camp, but to the Dendarii, there's no higher act than one in the Count's service, especially when it comes to fighting this war.

barrayar
Even after scoring themselves a little extra food, morale in the camp is at an all-time low. The miserably dangerous weather hasn't let up, food is still heavily rationed, and everyone is still at least a little tired, cold, and hungry all of the time. It doesn't help that they've lost a few soldiers in the last couple of weeks, and in Riverfall, too, some villagers have died of the cold despite their relative warmth and safety, mostly children. This is hardly the first harsh winter they've faced, but that doesn't stop the inexorable loss that comes with it. Some villagers may be somberly putting their loved ones to rest in the village graveyard when the outsiders are in town.

But Piotr finally calls Negri out as a spy sent by his aide-de-camp Captain Ezar Vorbarra, partly to deliver a message and partly to test Piotr, because Ezar loves coy bullshit. However, he does learn that both Ezar and Prince Xav Vorbarra, Olivia and Sonia's father, are en route to Vorkosigan's District with relief supplies from Beta Colony secured by Xav's ambassadorial connections and tireless lobbying. Once Piotr judges it safe to release this information, it bring with it a bit of hope -- and to seal the deal, Piotr and Olivia arrange a celebration of sorts in the village.

Finally outing the ring of reason in the camp helps to bolster morale, too. Vorhalas is interrogated, and the names of his co-conspirators are revealed: Lieutenant Boris Vortala, who killed himself in disgrace shortly after his fast-penta interrogation at ghem-General Zefyst's hand, and their commander Captain Aaron Vorbataille. Vorbataille has, of course, already started to make his escape -- but with the help out of the outsiders, he won't get very far. Once Piotr is satisfied with Vorbataille's interrogation as well, both men are put to execution, but not by beheading as Doctor ghem-Miko: the sentence for treason is death by public starvation and exposure, and in this weather, it doesn't take long. They are publicly and emphatically denounced as traitors with no honor to speak of, sending a very clear message. Although this might seem like a gruesome sight to the outsiders, to the Barrayarans this is simply how it goes, and very few of them are sorry to see these traitors suffer, particularly as Vorhalas was the one responsible for their food shortage in the first place.

Reports from those soldiers and outsiders who were in the village at the same time as the Cetagandan field science team present the General Count with another troubling problem, however: the implications of the Cetagandans building a device that could control this phenomenon are terrifying, particularly to this threadbare resistance movement. But sabotage seems hardly a worthy solution, either. This is the only lead they have on sending the outsiders home, and so many of them have already put their lives on the line for the cause of a planet that otherwise nothing to most of them. There would be no honor in robbing them of their only chance to return home. But whether they should continue to allow the Cetagandans to proceed with their research or try to find a way to copy their plans themselves, a dubiously possible venture at best, weighs heavily on his mind. It only complicates his strategic concerns further, but by his military orders in the next couple of weeks, at least one thing is clear: he wants Cetagandan bodies.

camp
Morale is critically low among the soldiers, particularly after a few casualties during a recent skirmish with a Cetagandan patrol, but spirits definitely begin to lift with news of relief. The soldiers are now more or less accustomed to the outsiders' place in the camp, and they're even starting to become a little friendlier toward them, particularly those who've been involved in the war effort. They might invite outsiders to play card or dice games with them, or share a conversation over an admittedly meager meal, or better still, bond with them in the true Barrarayan form: over a lot of alcohol.

Negri has more or less built himself a niche in the camp, and doesn't look like he's going anywhere any time soon. But he isn't the only spy around. They desperately need a man on the inside, particularly with the troubling news about the wormhole device, and right now, that man is Byerly Vorrutyer. Starting next month, Piotr is sending him on assignment to infiltrate the Cetagandan base under the cover of a cowardly collaborator.

party
By the time they have the party on the 21st, the villagers have warmed up to the outsiders a little, but they don't really bond until the party. With what little they have to share, they scrape together as much of a feast as they can: not much, but by this month's standards, any hot meal prepared with fresh ingredients seems absolutely decadent. And because this is Barrayar there is, of course, plenty of liquor, that Barrayaran moonshine maple mead not the least among them, and there's no shortage of wine or vodka, either.

The hillfolk light lanterns all around the village and raise large tarps to cover the open center of the village where they usually hold gatherings. Inside, protected from the wind and lit by the bonfire and braziers placed around the perimeter, it's actually almost warm. Every villager who's ever laid hand to an instrument seems to gather there to play music all night long, an energetic mix of lively folk music and raucous drinking songs. Anyone with any musical talent would be welcome to join them as well. There's plenty of dancing, too, very little of it formal or complicated, but everyone's having a good time for the first time in weeks, maybe months, and the mood is infectious. By the end of the night, morale seems to have risen overall, and people in camp have something real to look forward to. The partygoing visitors are put up in warmed tents within the tarped village center or in the villagers' homes where they have room. Come morning, they'll head back, but for just one night, it's almost like there isn't even a war on.

missions
Outsiders have been assisting with moving supplies between the camp and Riverfall all throught he rest of the month, and it mostly goes smoothly. Vorbataille is caught on the 20th, although he and Vorhalas aren't publicly executed until a few days later, when Piotr is satisfied with the intelligence he's extracted. By the time he gets Vorbataille's name out of Vorhalas, the traitorous Captain has already fled -- but thanks to Carolina, Duv and Zarya, he's dragged back to camp for his interrogation.

That evening, Maine and William have the misfortune of encountering a dragon -- Darkstalker is on a mission with a Cetagandan patrol, and they run right smack into each other. A fight breaks out, but ultimately Darkstalker and the Cetagandans come out on top, and the outsiders and Barrayarans are forced to retreat -- but not before managing to kill a Cetagandan soldier or two, just barely escaping with one of the bodies.

Miles finds himself in a terrible position when a guard patrol shift goes horribly wrong in a skirmish against some Cetagandans, resulting in the death of their squad leader and a very ugly aftermath.

Zarya, William, Beth and Miles are in Riverfall with some Barrayaran soldiers on a supply run when a Cetagandan field science team arrives with a few exotics in tow. This is a rare chance to learn more about the Cetagandans' scientific exploits, and among other things, they find out that whatever it is that brought them here, the Cetagandan scientists are convincede it has something to do with the wormhole that collapsed 700 years ago.

The unabridged mission writeup is here.

cetaganda
The Cetagandans are a notoriously tight-lipped bunch, but they're blowing away most of the smoke surrounding their wormhole science research. As has been alluded, they're currently working on a device to harness the phenomenon that brought all the exotics here in the first place, and hopefully find a way to send them all home with it. They invite any exotics with scientific expertise to a series of interviews about neurology, astrophysics, and mechanical engineering. None of the advisement they receive helps to solve one of their most critical problems -- that of generating a Necklin field to match the one that must have surrounded each exotic -- but it certainly puts them closer to their goal, particularly in the area of neurology, and they're hardly going to stop there. But it's clear that the mathematicians and astrophysicists on base don't have sufficient expertise to solve the most complex equations before them. But on the brighter side of things, in the interest of this scientific exchange, they're letting the lab techs help a little more beyond just grunt work.

Meanwhile, the genetics project that seems so strange and arcane to the exotic carries on, largely behind the scenes, although Diya is increasingly at odds with her husband and even some of her senior staff, particularly the precocious Amai ghem-Soren. But there is very real purpose behind it -- and far more than just one -- and Diya d'Zefyst is a woman of great ambition. And more than anything else, she is haut.

Unfortunately, the relative peace on base is abruptly broken when Daryl, Lakshmi and Wash all manage to escape in a wild breakout attempt on the 25th. York and Ratchet are left behind, and as a result, some of their privileges revoked. They're now being watched a little more closely as a result.

base
Overall, despite simmering tensions under the surface and the miserable weather, life on base seems to be going more or less smoothly around them. The Cetagandans have had some recent victories against the Barrayarans, so morale is high. Unfortunately, after the breakout they begin cracking down on security with the exotics -- going back to treating the exotics a little more like they did when they first arrived. They aren't under guard, but after the 25th, they are being watched.

They still maintain that insistent veneer of civility, however, breaking only in cases where they feel the need or security risk is significant enough. The ghem on base remain overall cordial and courteous to the exotics as they ever were, which is to say considerably and always with a touch of smug superiority. With her success at the party earlier this month followed by her performance in the moon-poetry garden, the often-sequestered Amai ghem-Soren is seen more around the base.

moon-poetry party
The moon-poetry party is about three hours long and steeped in ceremony, each participant taking their turn to recite. This is, apparently, not a recitation of one's own work, but rather selections of classical Cetagandan poems, and in so referencing something culturally ubiquitous, each makes a statement in its mere selection and juxtapositions. If you pay close enough attention, you might notice that each participant has very subtly coordinated their outfits to further complement the theme of their recitation. Although there is a definite dignity to the party, it doesn't take much to pick up on the fact that this is yet another arena ghem use to try and socially one-up one another. Among the participants are both the Chief Medical Officer Colonel Faro ghem-Naru and Doctor Amai ghem-Soren, whose performance was especially well-received, the theme apparently being something about subtle passions.

missions
The science interviews with the exotics go more or less well, although not quite so hopeful as the Cetagandans were hoping. They do, however, learn some things about FTL travel in other worlds as well as other kinds of neural implants.

On the evening of the 21st, York, Natasha and Kaidan accidentally bear witness to what is clearly some kind of travesty: clearly a human being, but both overgrown and underdeveloped, and exhibiting powers of hydrokinesis and psychic empathy, referred to only as a ba.

On the 23rd, Jasper, Lapis, Pearl and Darkstalker accompany some soldiers and a field science team to Riverfall village, coinciding with a visit from some outsiders and soldiers. They encounter some outsiders while there but also pick up a bit on what it is the Cetagandans are doing -- that the Necklin field problem still remains their biggest problem, and they've been getting conflicting orders from the higher ups lately.

The unabridged mission writeup is here.

Note: Negri and Zahal are available for threads by request only this round. Please hit up Madi or Ammay respectively if you want threads with either of those NPCs. You can also request a thread with Village Speaker Yakiv Gura if you want, in which case hit up Madi.
vorrutyer: (i can't tell if that's a tit there)

[personal profile] vorrutyer 2017-02-24 02:24 am (UTC)(link)
"Oh? And how do you know I won't?"

Byerly's voice drops low, soft. Nearly a whisper. His one hand releases its grip so he can momentarily caress Daryl's throat, his touch as light as a lover's.

"I come from a long line of killers. It's in my blood. That's the marvelous thing about being Vor. You know every one of your ancestors' deeds. My great-great-great-great grandmother bathed in the blood of proles like you, just to keep her youth and beauty."

But he doesn't keep up the charade long. He sits back, right across Daryl's hips, his smile cruel. Cheerily, at normal volume: "Glad to hear you won't kill me, though. That's a real weight off my mind."
vorbratta: (i'm an ordinary citizen)

[personal profile] vorbratta 2017-02-24 02:26 am (UTC)(link)
For just a fraction of a second, when he grabs her, Sonia thinks he might kiss her -- but he gathers her in close against his chest instead, her cheek pressed to the front of his coat, her face obscured by her mass of dark hair. Her eyes betray her then, tears leaking into the fabric despite herself. She wraps her arms around his middle, holding on tight, because God does she need the comfort, even if it wasn't the kind she was seeking. Some small, distant part of her is offended, indignant that he would deny her this, but she can hardly reach it. She's swept up in the afterwash of having actually put words to that want, that almost-need, and she feels humiliated for it. Not because of Byerly, just -- God. She's made such an ass of herself.

But even so, she jerks back just enough to look up at Byerly, brow knit. She sniffles. "What? What are you talking about? I thought you just..." She realizes she's tightly gripping a fistful of Byerly's jacket and loosens her grasp, still trying to find her breath. "Why would you think that?"
vorrutyer: (satisfied (but smug))

[personal profile] vorrutyer 2017-02-24 02:26 am (UTC)(link)
It's a pretty enough name.

[ A slug from the bottle. Or, well. A pretend-slug. If anyone were to watch Byerly for a very long time, they'd notice that he tends to drink from the same bottle of maple mead for an entire day. But no one watches him too closely. ]

What didn't you like about it?
dendarii: (frakkingcylon 001)

[personal profile] dendarii 2017-02-24 02:27 am (UTC)(link)
Everything in moderation.

[ He huffs slightly at that. ]

I'm no stranger to that, yes. They're just as bad. If not worse.
vorrutyer: (shaaaahhhhts)

[personal profile] vorrutyer 2017-02-24 02:30 am (UTC)(link)
[ A shrug. ]

But the rest of them are just trying to get by. Most of us don't have genius fathers and ferocious mothers equipping us to function. Most Vor are just lost in the current day and age.
dendarii: (solpadeine112)

[personal profile] dendarii 2017-02-24 02:34 am (UTC)(link)
[ He has to take a moment to unpack that. Really unpack that. His life has been hard in so many ways that he's gotten quite used to being the victimized party. It doesn't lessen what he went through, what he lives with every day of his life. And yet ...

He'd never quite considered how well his rank protected him too. Not compared to other Vor. His district, yes. But not people like Byerly. ]


Thus the carousing?
Edited 2017-02-24 02:34 (UTC)
vorbratta: (a hundred times)

[personal profile] vorbratta 2017-02-24 02:34 am (UTC)(link)
Sonia has always stayed up all the way through a party, as much as she could -- even the ones that lasted until dawn and then some, because Barrayarans never do anything by halves, and Beta...well, she never did get to go to any of those parties on Beta Colony. Not the really fun ones.

She's already drunk and has been for some time, but Sonia's Vor to the bone however she may protest, and you can hardly tell she's drunk until she stops moving. She's had a...rather mixed evening, a little more tumultuous than she'd have liked, but winding it down with Beth...she can't think of anyone whose company she'd rather be in right now. She gives Beth a brilliant, slightly glazed smile that definitely betrays some of her lack of sobriety and waves the other girl toward an unoccupied bench between a few of the braziers burning near the edge of the tarps.

"Never heard of it," she chirps, putting her arm around Beth's shoulder, and then leans over to peer into her cup. Sonia makes a face. "Good God, that's not maple mead you're drinking, is it? Here -- wine tastes a little less like paint thinner."

She happens to have a half-empty bottle tucked under her arm. Pilfered from her brother-in-law? Maaaaybe.
vorrutyer: (Backpfeifengesicht 5)

[personal profile] vorrutyer 2017-02-24 02:35 am (UTC)(link)
That's what she latches onto? Out of all the things? Guilt, further guilt twists in his stomach. No, this isn't what she needs. This isn't what she needs. Damn it all. Byerly's specialty has always been giving people exactly what they need. A debauched lover, a drinking buddy, a punching-bag, a pimp and procurer, a devil on the shoulder, a spy - he's simply good at knowing what people want and becoming that thing for them. He was good at being what Sonia needed, too - a flirt, a friend, a listening ear. Why is he faltering now? Now, the last time that he can be anything at all to her - the last time he can be anything except a source of pain - he can't do it right.

"It doesn't matter," he says, his voice rough. "I simply don't deserve your care. Save love for someone deserving." He lifts his hand to her face, thumb caressing her cheekbone. "You'll find someone deserving."
littlemissfutility: (35)

stables

[personal profile] littlemissfutility 2017-02-24 02:35 am (UTC)(link)
"You can say hi, if you want." Beth's a few steps behind, watching him watch the horses. It's a familiar stance to her, of somebody who doesn't quite know what to do but wants to do something. "Most of them are pretty friendly. You just gotta be gentle."

To demonstrate, she goes up to one--Moonfire, Sonia's horse--with steady, slow steps, and holds out her hand for a sniff before reaching up to stroke its neck. The whole time, her gaze drifts from horse to man, keeping an eye on whether he's watching.
asafepairofhands: (human - fffffff)

[personal profile] asafepairofhands 2017-02-24 02:36 am (UTC)(link)
About time.

[Ratchet's voice is low and casual as he stands, leaning against the wall at the corner with his arms crossed. He sneaks a brief look back and catches sight of the lot of them, looking tense and hunted, Daryl spattered with blood.]

What the hell happ--no, forget it, never mind. We're cutting it close, but we should be clear.
vorrutyer: (god honestly what is this guy's face)

[personal profile] vorrutyer 2017-02-24 02:38 am (UTC)(link)
[ Byerly lifts his eyebrows at Miles. ]

Thus the everything. There are, what, three possible activities that Vor are allowed to engage in. Military, politics, and partying. That is what the ideal Vor is supposed to do. And when two of those paths are closed to you...

[ He gives a small shrug. ]

Is it any wonder we're all useless? We don't know how to be otherwise.
littlemissfutility: (43)

[personal profile] littlemissfutility 2017-02-24 02:39 am (UTC)(link)
"Oh." Everyone's dying, these days. She searches for something to say, but there's only one thing worth offering. "I'm sorry."

It sits between them, this kid's death. (An actual kid or just younger than Daryl? She hopes it's the latter.) Hopefully, it wasn't as bad as the Cetagandan's death, or the traitors'. If Daryl had to watch some poor guy suffer, no wonder he's been in an awful mood.
dendarii: (frakkingcylon 003)

[personal profile] dendarii 2017-02-24 02:43 am (UTC)(link)
[ Miles looks up at him rather sharply at that. ]

Win with the hand you've been deal.
vorrutyer: (world-weary (and smug))

[personal profile] vorrutyer 2017-02-24 02:45 am (UTC)(link)
[ A short laugh. ]

You know that not everyone can win, right? People have to lose so that you get to win, Miles.
protocol: (► i hope it is a mistake to see)

[personal profile] protocol 2017-02-24 02:46 am (UTC)(link)
The part where it was battleground for a civil war.

[ A shrug. Wash is watching him fairly closely out of the corner of his eye, but he certainly isn't thinking much about him drinking -- he's seen plenty of soldiers around camp empty bottles and bottles of that stuff on their own. ]

Nice enough place otherwise, for some backwater outer colony. It wasn't any better than here in terms of the whole war thing, but it wasn't in the middle of winter.
vorbratta: (and i will disappear)

[personal profile] vorbratta 2017-02-24 02:46 am (UTC)(link)
Her lashes are wet with tears, but she doesn't flinch away from his touch in the slightest. Her hands shift to his arms, pushing herself up a little more, but she doesn't pull away.

"Love?" She looks genuinely thrown for a moment. "I'm not in love with you, Byerly. That isn't what this is about. You are a dear friend. Someone I trust. Someone who knows me and doesn't shy away. And I just thought that maybe, just once, I could..."

She feels hideously embarrassed all over again, her stomach twisting. She bites her lip, hard, her expression shifting to something bitter and stung, but not from Byerly.

"And who among them has ever been deserving anyway?" Her voice is taut, trying not to crack again. "None of them knew a thing about me. Just a tryst with whoever I could get away with. It isn't about love." She bites the inside of her cheek. "If you're not deserving, then none of them were."
Edited 2017-02-24 02:49 (UTC)
pigsfeet: (mr popular)

[personal profile] pigsfeet 2017-02-24 02:47 am (UTC)(link)
Because everything you say is a lie. But he doesn't say it. He waits. Daryl is a hunter, at the very end of things, and that's all about watching and waiting. Fight Byerly in a fury, and you'll end up on your back. Daryl knows that now. But a coldly methodical strike, that might work. Daryl doesn't want to kill. He just wants to break his nose, or blacken an eye. Something to last.

While he says words that don't mean shit to Daryl-- more about his family, and why would that mean shit to a man from a world away and a hundred years plus?-- he thinks, if this prick kisses me, I'm biting out his tongue. People never expect that, just like Big Joe didn't expect his throat to get bit out, right until it was.

Sometimes, I won't kill you is the worse threat.

Still, he waits. He waits until Byerly rocks back over his hips, weight off Daryl's chest. He waits and doesn't talk, and then he strikes as fast as he can. Daryl doesn't want to give any warnings. One moment he's still, and the next he's moving, throwing a sharp right hook at Byerly's face.
pigsfeet: 1/2. fence. (i will leave my gloves on)

[personal profile] pigsfeet 2017-02-24 02:49 am (UTC)(link)
Daryl shrugs. He barely knew the kid. That, he recollects, was on purpose. Back in the compound, he didn't let himself get to know anybody too good.

He changes the subject. "Anybody else I should know about?" Beth knows the whole camp by now. She must.
komarran: (no that's a lie)

[personal profile] komarran 2017-02-24 02:54 am (UTC)(link)
"A snare?" He stares at the makeshift device as if it were an alien artifact. It might as well be for him. He reaches for it to examine carefully of Daryl will let him.

"I'm afraid I haven't gathered my own food before. We don't eat meat on Komarr." Or anywhere else in the known Nexus. Another point Barrayar was strange on.
komarran: (please give me that drink)

[personal profile] komarran 2017-02-24 02:54 am (UTC)(link)
[ Miles gleeful. Duv's come to be wary of such an emotion coming from the younger man, but he's taking the risk anyway. ]

Then you have my attention.
littlemissfutility: (89)

[personal profile] littlemissfutility 2017-02-24 02:54 am (UTC)(link)
"I'm not drinking anything," she answers, though her eyes slide over to the bottle of wine. She's never tasted wine before--only moonshine, and not the maple-flavoured kind. "But I could drink some wine."

No one will know the difference if she tries it, and she'll only let herself have a cupful. If she's measured about it--small sips, only one glass--it won't change anything. She probably won't hit that point where everything feels unimportant compared to the warm glow of drunkenness, but she's not drinking to feel that. She's drinking to do something fun with Sonia.

She's just taking precautions, too.

"Okay." She pours her cup of mead into an empty, abandoned cup near them. Reaching for Sonia's bottle, she explains, "I say something I've never done. If you have, then you drink, and if you haven't, then I drink. And then it's your turn. Like...I've never been to Beta Colony."
protocol: (► once you have a soul)

[personal profile] protocol 2017-02-24 02:54 am (UTC)(link)
He is watching, and he doesn't exactly look afraid of the horses, but he is very, very uncertain. He's a little startled by the sound of her voice, turning around sharply, just kind of nodding and watching as she moves up to one of the horses. Slow, careful, holding out a hand. Letting the animal learn her scent, he supposes, that sounds like it makes sense.

Wash does start moving forward, to the same horse that she'd approached, though he doesn't offer a hand just yet. Maybe he doesn't want to crowd it, or maybe he's actually a little nervous. Probably a combination of both.

"Thanks." For the advice, he means. He was probably just kind of standing there staring for. Quite a while. "I've just never really seen one of these in person, before."
vorrutyer: (world-weary (and smug))

[personal profile] vorrutyer 2017-02-24 02:55 am (UTC)(link)
Hm. So are you a child of war, then? Grown up amongst conflict?
dendarii: (Default)

[personal profile] dendarii 2017-02-24 02:56 am (UTC)(link)
[ Miles looks Byerly up and down. Slipping back into his old mindset. ]

That's a fine statement coming from you. I clawed for the right to feel like a person. You get to take that for granted.
komarran: (neutral but a cute neutral)

[personal profile] komarran 2017-02-24 02:56 am (UTC)(link)
[ A joke or her actual title? It's hard to tell here and he decides to err on the side of politeness. Working an embassy and among the various nobility of Barrayar had made him acutely aware of titles and proper addresses. ]

Your majesty. [ He watches her carefully as he continues, ] I'm afraid I haven't heard of Jhansi before.