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[dendarii]

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[dendarii]

[ There's a long pause. A very long pause. ]

May I ask why?

[priorly]

I have an... associate who requires the protection of rank.

[dendarii]

... I'm not refusing, but I also don't quite understand how it will help.

[priorly]

At the very least it might stop Byerly threatening to eat him.

[dendarii]

What?

[priorly]

[IMAGE ATTACHMENT]

Count Furrily Vorrodent, by Your will, Sire.

[Make the best of it Miles he'll never manage this much fake obsequiousness again.]

[dendarii]

[ Oh my god Prior.

If Prior is in the same building, he'll hear a muffled curse in Greek and the sound of a device hitting the wall. ]

bhhhhhhhhhh

[priorly]

[Prior is in Byerly's room with a chipmunk, hello. In fact, that's called out to wherever Miles is.]

Hello? Did you fall?

[dendarii]

[ More muffled cursing, followed by some movement. And then: ]

No - I'm fine. Just -

[ Agitated. He's not sure whether to laugh or rage. ]

[priorly]

If you fell I'll have to call somebody with two legs to help you.

[He should look at the picture again, it's very soothing.]

[dendarii]

[ SIGH. He does, in fact, look at that adorable picture. ]

Such as your new candidate for Vorhood?

[priorly]

He's got four.

[A pause.]

Are you coming to meet him?

[dendarii]

Of course.

[ More scuffling; a few moments later, Miles appears in the doorway. Looking about the same as always, already calmed down a bit from his outburst. ]

Well? Should I introduce myself?

[priorly]

[The room is about half the tip it usually is when Byerly has it to himself. However, the laundry basket in the corner is tipped over and a trail of clothing leads from it to where Prior's settled on the bed.

The creature, for now, is in his shirt pocket. Prior cups a hand under to hold it up.]

It does seem only right, if he's going to be your newest subject.

[dendarii]

Hmm. He looks more like armsman material to me.

[ He says, leaning in to look at the little creature. ]

[priorly]

He has to be a count. I told you, he's under threat.

[The baby gopher seems largely unaware of the intense political wranglings going on over his head.]

I tried to make him Emperor, but Byerly got tetchy. But if you approve the name, I think I can use it.

[dendarii]

[ A faint snort at that. ]

There is precedent. A horse was once named a Count's heir.

[priorly]

Well, there you go. Admittedly it's a swift rise to power, considering he was born less than an hour ago, but I won't let it go to his head.

[With a gentle scoop, he ferrets Furrily out of his pocket and offers him out.]

Is there some sort of ceremony, or ritual, or something?

[dendarii]

[ Miles reaches out to gently, gently pet the tiny creature's head. ]

Tempting, really. But I don't think what little remains of Barrayar can handle a Vor lord this adorable. A Vorrutyer armsman for sure, though.

[priorly]

[There's a little squirm that suggests yes - these pets are acceptable. Prior, however's not giving up his cause. He's come down from His Imperial Majesty already, armsman won't do.]


I'm a pacifist, Miles. I can't raise one of those. He's got to be a Vorrodent. And look at him, he looks County.

[dendarii]

[ Miles applies the slightest hint of steel to his voice. ]

There's little enough of Barrayar as it is. Permit me some small amount of pride.

[priorly]

[If he wants to hear steel he should hear Prior's Katherine Hepburn. He's not swayed.]

And look, this could be a very little more. It's just a name, Miles. You don't have to be literal about it, you just have to permit it.

[dendarii]

I'm not going to stop you from naming him.

[priorly]

Not good enough, Byerly won't take it as a namesake unless it's approved. [He lifts Furrily on one palm.] So, a little 'rise count vorrodent' should do it, and then you can write a decree.

[dendarii]

[ A faint snort at that. ]

I'm not doing it, Prior.