Your Foolishness is a Beautiful Curve in this Crazy Game

 Kina sat beside her father seeming to absorb everything the patient older dragen said.  Seranil was never sure just how much penetrated that pretty little head of hers though.  She was such an innocent, that her intelligence was called into question.

 Some said innocence was something that people grew out of.  Seranil doubted very much that this was actually the case.  The sub-elder was almost as innocent as his daughter.  Throughout the ten year war with the demons, he had truly believed that the dragens would find a way simply because they were the victims of the attacks and not the perpetrators.  The idea that might truly made right was foreign to him.

 He was teaching his daughter to think along the same lines of honor and fair play being more important than getting ahead.  Seranil never complained that his sub-elder was a naïve fool merely made it easier for him to work in the shadows.

 Anyone who met the man, or his daughter, would never believe that they even came from the same clan as Seranil.  Not if they knew what the earth dragen elder truly thought.  He made sure to keep his thoughts to himself, naturally.  His own assistant had no idea what he really thought half the time.

 However the time for quietly fuming about the foolishness of his sub-elder was nearing its end.  The silly little thing had outlived his usefulness and his daughter, who would take his place upon his death, was now becoming a useful pawn.

 He watched the pair as they chatted.  His plans were about to come to fruition.  All the pieces were finally in place.  The agreement that he and the demon leaders had come to was mutually beneficial.  The seal was worn down enough that it wouldn’t take much for the demons to emerge again. 

 He’d, in fact, helped a few through the small rifts, just to make his own story more believable.  All it had taken was a whisper in the right ear at the World Gate Keep and no one had been the wiser.  Now though, he needed to be rid of his sub-elder.  The fool would feel honor bound to intervene and was, strangely, just savvy enough that he would catch on to any illicit activities of his elder.

 His daughter, on the other hand, was innocent enough that the idea of her elder being duplicitous would be foreign to her.  She would even follow orders that her father would have questioned in his bumbling way.

“Hello Yanosan, Kina,” he greeted finally.

 

“Hello, Elder,” the girl said softly.  She had a pretty blush and Seranil smiled, envisioning her as his mate when he finally came into the power that was rightfully his.

 

“Elder Seranil, what a pleasant surprise,” Yanosan replied.  He bowed cordially and set aside the papers they had been looking over.  “I was just going over the accounts with Kina.  She’s past the age when her training as my successor should have begun.”

 

“Of course,” Seranil said softly.  “I’m certain that you can train her to be an excellent successor for you.”

 

“It’s also past time, if you don’t mind my pointing out, that you found a mate.  You, yourself should be looking into finding a successor as well,” Yanosan said.  Kina looked wide-eyed at him, as if shocked by his boldness.

 

“Don’t be so shocked, Kina.  Your father is absolutely right.  However finding the right mate for the elder is a difficult task.  Perhaps, you could recommend someone, Yanosan?” he said smoothly.

 

Yanosan smiled and nodded.  “I’ll begin looking into the records and give you my recommendations as soon as I can,” he said.  His small ear-wings flicked as a thought occurred to him.  “But, I’m sure that you came to see us for a particular reason and not to hear me scold you about finding a wife.  Can I help you Elder Seranil?”

 “The records from the demon war, where are they stored?” Seranil asked softly.

 “I can show you,” Yanosan said.  “It would be easier than telling you.  Or rather… perhaps I could just fetch them for you.”

 “That would be very helpful.  Eldest wants to make sure we kept accurate records of all those slain in battle.  Grim business I know but it must be done.  I can’t imagine why he waited ten years to do it.”  He smiled as the other dragen nodded, accepting that ploy.  Soon he was alone with the girl.

 “Kina,” he said softly.  “Perhaps it would be too forward but… are you interested in any particular young sire?”

 “Elder Seranil?” she squeaked, blushing a deep red.  “I… not – not really.  But would it… I mean… someday I might be your sub-elder.  Would that be… appropriate?”

 He smiled.  The silly little chick didn’t even bother to wonder why a mature dragen would be interested in setting his cup for a girl who was hardly more than a fledgling.  She was worried about proprieties.  “Of course it’s appropriate.  The messengers just arrived this morning with news that the ice dragen elder has set his cup for his sub-elder.  That was apparently their parents’ plan all along.”

 “Oh, wow.  That’s wonderful news,” she said.  The blush hadn’t left her cheeks.  If anything it had spread down her neckline.  He watched her breasts heave with each breath and wondered how long he had until Yanosan came back with the records.

 He leaned and breathed the girl’s scent.  “You smell delicious,” he murmured.  Her blush deepened and he wondered just how much of her pale flesh had reddened by now.  He smiled broader and murmured, “Perhaps you can visit me this evening.”

 “Per-perhaps,” she whispered back.  He nibbled at the edge of her ear-wing and her eyes fluttered shut.  If he could get the silly chick in his bed, she would be even more biddable.  He smiled at the thought of what would likely happen that night, even as Zarentil took care of her father and paved the way for his plans to proceed.

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