Thread: Political Scales [Eclipse Jalodra & Shyone]

Nodding his head slightly he looked in the Lamia's direction with a soft smile, Yesss Biyu another one... though it was particularly bad one last night, essspecially sssince... Well since I couldn't sssave you thisss time. The way Ryou said it was with a certian note of acceptance and with a tone that showed he didn't let his dreams get him down all that much. He never mentioned it to anyone, accept for Biyu, but even he somewhat shared the Lamia viewpoint on dreams. Though the exact details on how the prince view them were a bit more of a closely gaurded secret even from the Lamia. As she slithered over to his side the prince did as he was always prone to when she held him, which was to hold her as well. Slipping his arm gently around her wasit the Kurosawa nuzzled his face into her shoulder sweetly. If thier was one thing the young man seemed to enjoy, it was his gaurdian's psychial contact. There was certianly a comfornting feeling in the strength that the human could feel in Biyu's coils. Never taking his head off her shoulder the male gently curled the fingers of the hand he had around Biyu's waist with her gloved digits. Nuzzling his face sweetly into her shoulder again he in a reassuring tone, Biyu it isss nothing for you to worry about. In fact you are doing more than anyone elssse could at the moment to keep away the bad dreamsss. Besssides just knowing you are there protecting me when I sssleep is the bessst thing in my opinion. If you want to though, maybe we could get them interpreted? He laughed softly, in the manner of someone who was thinking of doing somthing a bit sneaky, and certianly not laughing at the Lamia belief in dreams, I am sssure we can find waysss to talk to sssomeone who knowsss a bit about that. Unlesss you do Biyu? The look on his face was one of geniue curiousity, as he was sure that his Advisor knew a little bit about such things. As for detailsss of the dream itssself Biyu... I think it would be bessst if we left that coversation for a time when we can curl up alone together. Whenever you think that we might have time to do that of courssse? The shiver that ran through his body gave away the fact that they disturbed him some what. Plus people thought he was a bit crazy enough that Kurosawa didn't want to add bad nightmares to the mix. It was obvious that Ryou wouldn't mind talking about the nightmare, as for when and were... well he was leaving that up to Biyu. Especially since he knew that she would be best a figuring out a time that they would not be intruppted, and the Lamia would not be caught coming across as a fool to people who just didn't understand her culture. I guesss at this point though, a good meal would probably be for the bessst. Consssidering if we don't get going eventually they will come and start trying to intruded on thisss mossst peaceful of momentsss. Though Ryou waited until she had let go of him before letting go her, and following after towards the door... making sure to be careful of the Lamia's tail. Though Biyu as usual seemed to be well in control of her long apendage. As they both exited the room and traveled down the hall towards the dining room, the prince noticed the slight blush on his Advisor's face. Kurosawa assumed that her anxitity was mostly over the fact that the Lamia was worried about tripping people with her tail, considering how the staff that passed them needed to work around her. Gently the male took her hand in his own and gave it an affectionate squeeze. Looking up at her with adoring gaze, it was one which he had given the Lamia many times over the years that they had been together. Kurosawa admired Biyu, and dispite the fact she was a bit out of place in the palace... he did his best to make sure that she never felt that way. He did worry sometimes about the day he would become Emporer, and would have to pick a queen. The male had grown so used to the feeling of Biyu's coil's... he didn't really know if he felt comfrontable having anyone else share his bed. Even if Biyu's presence there had always been somewhat plotonic. His entrance into the dining room was a bit less poised than his walk down the hall, as he moved quickly to claim the larger side of the table by sitting in the middle. Normally breakfeast was a time that advisors and his general's, though those from the military were always welcome in the prince's eyes, to come and lay out things for the day. So instead of sitting at the head, he liked to sit on one of the longer ends for Biyu's sake. So that the Lamia could curl up around him, hold him in her coils while she sat next to him, or simply curl up next to him... whatever she wanted there was room for it. All that matter was that he wanted to show that she was at his side when it came be an Advisor, and how much he expected her to be respected. This was never a problem with Ryou's generals, who respected Biyu's military knowlegde... as for his advsiors it was a differnt matter. The problems being a mixture of xenophobic untones towards Lamia, and a worry she had the prince's ear a little to much. So really... typical palace politics with a twist.