nautical

[aetheling]

Cymbeline doesn't really like boats, but they're the only way to get anywhere in a reasonable period of time, especially when "anywhere" isn't on the mainland. Today he is sailing to Vectis, to oversee the change of governorship; his father the king is needed for courtly matters back home and his mother the queen, despite being the source of his royal blood, declines to involve herself in affairs of state when she can avoid it. Zoyah takes more after Ranae than after Charles in this department. So, it falls to Cymbeline.

Walking on a boat is even more difficult than walking on land, and Cymbeline is no great shakes at the latter to begin with. Unfortunately, neither he nor Kerem, the court magician and Cymbeline's confidante, have been able to figure out how to apply the principles of practicable magic to alleviating princely clumsiness. So Cymbeline is clinging to the railing of the boat, watching the waves, trying to avoid having to walk anywhere.

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[aetheling]

He leads her back to the study, and starts skipping around in the book, looking for the words he needs.

After he's picked up the necessary pieces, including a lengthy detour to explain "if", he says, "You will not eat with me and my family if you lick things."

[treasuresuntold]

Jade gives him a suspicious/quizzical look.

[aetheling]

"My father doesn't like it," he summarizes, since he's at a complete loss for how to define 'manners' in terms of anything he can draw or mime.

[treasuresuntold]

Understanding dawns. She nods.

[aetheling]

That's better. Cymbeline smiles, and goes back to where they were in their more linear approach through the book.

[treasuresuntold]

The book is fun! And she's picking up an understanding of Loegrian very fast. The 'I don't understand' face is getting rarer and rarer.

[aetheling]

Excellent! Cymbeline will happily pass the rest of the evening teaching her Loegrian.

After that, he shows her - with occasional puzzled glances at her feet - to a guest suite. "You can sleep here," he tells her.

[treasuresuntold]

She nods and signs 'thank you' and kisses him on the cheek, bouncing a little on her toes. (Her coordination is improving already.)

[aetheling]

He's slightly bemused at all the excess affection but presently unable to ask about it in any useful way, so he just shows her how to douse the candles - the servants prepared this room for her in advance - and then how to re-light them with the available matches.

[treasuresuntold]

The candles are fascinating!

Jade pokes one. On the burning part.

[aetheling]

Cymbeline grabs her hand. "That will hurt," he says.

[treasuresuntold]

Jade extracts her hand, signs I want, and pokes the flame again.

[aetheling]

He takes her hand again. "You could catch fire -" No, she doesn't know the words. Uuuum. He's been watching her walk apparently comfortably on cursed legs all day, but those don't spread, and he doesn't have the vocabulary for a proper fire safety lecture. "It could hurt other people," he tries. "If the fire goes anywhere but the candle," (he covered these words when he was showing her how to douse and light it) "it can - get big, grow - fire eats things."

[treasuresuntold]

She signs Eat?, disbelievingly.

[aetheling]

He looks around for something to burn, then picks up the discarded match he used to light the candle in his demonstration. He shook it out before, but he relights it, then sets it on the candle tray before the flame can reach his fingers. It obligingly burns into a little line of black ash. "Not really eat. Burn. Fire burns things."

[treasuresuntold]

Jade stares at the match, then nods slowly.

She taps the candle tray and makes the sign for this-is-a-question.

[aetheling]

"Small candle fire can't burn this," he says, tapping the tray. "That's why it's under the candle. But fire can burn clothes, wood, paper, people, - most things. If it gets big, it can burn more things."

[treasuresuntold]

Jade nods again.

[aetheling]

"So - fire stays on the candle, and not other places. Okay?"

[treasuresuntold]

Nod nod.

[aetheling]

He smiles. "Okay. Good. Sleep well."

[treasuresuntold]

She nods, and smiles, and hugs him.

[aetheling]

Hug.

And off he goes to go to bed himself.

[treasuresuntold]

It's hard to get comfortable up here. She didn't know she'd miss the water so much. But she manages it eventually, and drifts off to sleep.

She wakes up early the next morning; even an hour before dawn, it's brighter in her room than it ever gets in the depths. For lack of anything better to do, she makes her way to the study (she's starting to get the hang of this walking thing) and sits down with the book of sign, refreshing her memory of everything she learned yesterday.

[aetheling]

Cymbeline is up around dawn, and when he finds her room vacated he tries the study next. "Good morning. You can read in the dark?" he inquires.