Notes: I think
Grennson should have a say, don’t you?
Totally. Because he has a unique
perspective and may help crack the nut that is Darrel. And he may be all that keeps Cody from going
crazy, by providing Ten with distractions.
Also, Merry Christmas Eve! I hope that you, unlike me,
aren’t working todayJ
I got a request for a vignette from my readerwife, to whom I bow, so I will
probably—not definitely, but probably—post a special Christmas vignette from an
older story tomorrow. Not a blog story,
this one was published by Dreamspinner a while back. I always wanted to write a follow-up to it,
but the time was never quite right. I
still might, because they’re a lovely couple, but at the very least I’ll have a
slice-of-life story for you guys.
Title: The Academy
Part Three: Deeper Meaning
***
Grennson’s fathers had given him a
great deal of advice before he arrived at the Academy, and so had his adopted
grandmother Giselle. Most of their counsel
was about how to deal with people who were interested in him, because there
were sure to be a lot. “Don’t let anyone
pressure you into anything you don’t want,” Jason had said, simple and
straightforward.
“Don’t accept their desire at first
glance,” Ferran had told him. “Desire
has many hues, and not all of them are beautiful once you get close to them.”
“Don’t let them walk all over
you. Stick up for yourself, show them
that you’re capable and don’t need looking after,” Giselle added.
All of this was good, but after a
week at the Academy Grennson thought that perhaps the most useful advice he’d
been given had come from his House Matriarch, Grenn. She had taken him aside the day before he
left, sat him down across from her, poured them both cups of hot, sweet lhossa tea and said, “Our house is
greatly daring, letting so many of our youth educate themselves all across the
universe. I’m sure your performance will
do your family proud.”
“I will strive to do so, Mother,”
Grennson said.
“Of course,” she purred. “Usually at this time I tell my departing
children to guard themselves, to enjoy themselves, to take the pleasure that
comes to them while they study, because soon enough they will be back here,
sharing their information with the rest of our people. But because you are the first of our race to
be accepted into a human military institute, I feel I must give you a few
additional words of caution.” She
nestled down into her backless chair and sipped her tea, clearly pensive.
“Our families, our clans, our
society…we lack warriors. This is a
conscious decision, of course, after the last war almost destroyed us
entirely. We restrict our battles to
fights between each house’s duelists, except for the insane who live in
exile. We have bred ourselves to value
empathy more than ferocity, and because of that we are all aware of our
emotions and how we project them at others.
This is the best way to be, of course, but most humans don’t have that
sort of ability, or the necessary control of themselves.
“It’s different when you settle on
a planet, you know, as opposed to a year of sight-seeing like our males do. My children who have gone to learn in
universities, they say the constant press of emotions can be dizzying in its
intensity. So many humans, almost none
of them bothering to suppress their thoughts and feelings…I wondered at first
if it wasn’t better than you were going to a military institution, where so
much of your time will be regimented and accounted for. People will be held to a different standard
of behavior and more obedience shall be required, after all. I thought, how could this harm you?
“Then I remembered when Jason came
to live with us.” Grenn stared straight
at Grennson, her eyes communicating as much as her empathy in that moment, and
it was all warning. “He was good at
suppressing, so good I could barely feel him at first. But when he let loose…you were so young, I
don’t know if you remember it. But when
Jason was in danger, his heart called out to Ferran’s so fiercely it made us
quiver, even me, and I was far away at that time. He had held back for so long that when he
broke down at last, it was an event.
“Jason was in terrible danger for
much of his military career, and he learned to put his feelings away in order
to survive. And now we are sending you
to a place full of young, emotional humans who will be expected to put their
own feelings away so that they, too, may learn how to survive. It will be a perilous place for you, my
son. Guard yourself well.”
Grennson swallowed. “I will, Mother.” He’d guard himself as best he could, at
least.
Truly, there was plenty to make him
uncomfortable despite the fact that he hadn’t experienced any maelstroms of
emotional upheaval yet. It turned out
everybody wanted to get to know Grennson.
Everybody. They came up to him between classes,
whispered at him during classes, even followed him back to his quad at night
and tried to cajole their way inside.
Grennson’s sponsor was little help; she was nice enough, but she was
also specializing in linguistics and had fought hard to get him as her plebe so
she could practice her Perel with a native.
The strange thing was, everyone had
heard that he was an empath but clearly most of them didn’t understand what
that meant, because they broadcasted their intents with ludicrous clarity. Over half of the cadets who approached
Grennson did it because they wanted to befriend him in order to get an
invitation to Perelan, which was the most coveted anthropological and
sociological research site in the entire Federation universe currently.
Perelan wasn’t constrained by
Federation laws, and guarded its autonomy jealously. The only humans who got onto the planet’s
surface were either directly recommended by Ambassador Howards or Jason and
Ferran, who traveled extensively.
Grennson had about as much say as who got to visit his home as a tree
had a say in its place in the forest.
Not that any of these people cared.
Many of them also wanted to have
sex with him. Grennson knew to
anticipate that; it was what his kind were popularly known for, thanks to the
matriarchs sending their young, unmarried and infertile sons abroad for a year
in order to better resign them to lives of service once they returned. Cadets four years his senior, even those
doing their graduate studies, propositioned him. Some were forthright, some tried to be sly
but Grennson always knew what they were getting at, and as appealing as the
idea had been when he was on Perelan, now that he was here, practically bathed
in their want, it just…wasn’t so compelling.
There were plenty of humans that
were in awe of him and a few who hated him, but the most disturbing of all were
those that seemed to simmer like a cauldron, always ready to boil over and yet
keeping it within somehow. It was
strange to see and feel such a dichotomy, and Grennson did his best to avoid
those people. Really, he was very lucky
in the humans who had been chosen for his quad.
It wasn’t that they were
uninterested in him. They were just differently interested. Tiennan—Grennson had quickly adopted the
nickname “Ten” for hir—had been the only person to not only acknowledge
Grennson’s empathic ability, but to ask questions like “What’s the range of
your empathy? What emotions are the
easiest to feel? What do you mean, you
don’t know?” Ze’d shaken hir bright blue
head. “We’ll have to experiment to
figure it out.”
With that non-request, Grennson and Ten
started to do a few simple experiments on his empathy, with Ten volunteering
hirself as the subject. “Can you tell
what I’m feeling now?” ze asked, sitting on the couch next to Grennson in the
common area.
“Curiosity.”
“Yes, primarily.” Ze stood up and
moved across the room. “Okay, what about
now?”
“Still curiosity.”
“Yes.” Ten backed into hir bedroom and shut the
door. “Now?”
“Still the same.”
“What?” Ten called out.
“The same!”
“What?”
“Irritation!” Cody called out from
the kitchen table, where he was using the big table screen for physics
homework. He glanced over at Grennson
and grinned. “Ten always gets irritated
when ze has to repeat hirself.”
“I heard that!” Ten snapped through
the door.
Cody was probably the easiest
person for Grennson to get along with.
They were alike in a lot of ways—they had loving families they both
spoke to every day, while Ten never called anyone and Darrel seemed to make it
a point to miss most of his family’s calls.
They both had peacekeeping personalities, while their quad mates were
more confrontational, especially with each other. Cody’s emotional state was pleasantly
even-keeled, not the roiling storm of Ten or the brittle worry and anger of
Darrel.
There was something about him
though, something deep inside that Grennson couldn’t quite identify. It carried a flavor of anxiety mixed with
resignation and acceptance, and it was one of the oldest and most intrinsic
parts of Cody’s emotional makeup.
Grennson didn’t know what it could be, but it made him want to give Cody
a hug. Cody, at least, would accept one
from him, which was more than Grennson could say for the other two.
Darrel was the hardest for Grennson
to figure out, which was unfortunate because he was Grennson’s roommate, and
the one he most wanted to get along with.
Their first week in each other’s company had been marked mostly by
silence, the only words offered by Darrel simple ones like, “Excuse me,” on his
way to the bathroom. He had refused all
invitations to eat with them, even Grennson’s offer to cook a traditional Perel
meal, which Grennson knew had interested him.
Darrel and Ten still maintained a mutual antipathy after setting the
quad on fire got them both demerits, and he was polite but distant to Cody.
“Every person is a riddle to be
understood,” Jason had told Grennson numerous times. “You can’t solve them, and they’re not yours
to fix, but you can do your best to understand where they’re coming from and
what you can do to make a connection with them.
You’ve got an advantage, so don’t be afraid to use it.”
The only time Grennson felt a truly
positive emotion from Darrel was when Grennson spoke with his family in
Perel. If Darrel was in the room his
curiosity would rise, and he would listen intently even as he pretended to
focus on something else. If he happened
to walk into their room while Grennson was talking, he would find a reason to
stay. He was obviously interested in the
language, which wasn’t surprising. Most
human languages could be input into a person’s neural implant, and after a
brief period of acclimatization they could speak everything from Chinese to
Hindi to Esperanto, all old, rural languages since Common had come into
existence, but culturally significant.
Perel, though, hadn’t been mapped out or added to the human digital
lexicon yet, and the matriarchs had no intention for it to be. There were rough translation devices allowed
to the foreign service officials who worked on Perelan, but that was it.
One evening a week into their
acquaintance with each other, as Grennson prepared to call his parents and
Darrel fiddled with his tablet’s holographic interface, Grennson said, “You
know, you have a Perel name.”
Darrel looked up in surprise. “What?”
“Your name, it is what some cubs
are called on Perel. Of course, we say
it with a more guttural ‘R’ sound, but still, it isn’t uncommon. I like it.
Living with you is a pleasant reminder of my home.”
Darrel put his tablet down. “How do you say it? My name, in Perel?”
Grennson demonstrated, purring and
rolling the r’s. “Now you try.”
Darrel did, and it was surprisingly
intelligible. “Very good,” Grennson said
encouragingly. “When my adopted father
first began learning our language, he couldn’t make the proper sounds for many months. Our language mistress had to be very harsh
with him.”
“You’re talking about Captain Jason
Kim, right?”
“Yes.” Grennson could feel Darrel’s curiosity and
eagerness, a very strange combination for him.
“Do you know him?”
“Not me personally. But he served for a while with my father, a
long time ago.” The darkness began
creeping into Darrel’s mind again, and Grennson moved to head it off.
“He is an exceptional man, and of
course now he speaks our language very well, even without the assistance of a
translation device. But you already sound
better than he used to.”
Darrel shifted on his bed so he
could cross his legs. It made him look
younger. “Does it mean anything?”
“Your name?”
“Yes. It’s just, human names usually have ancient
meanings, even though most people have forgotten them.”
Grennson considered it. “Not precisely. Our kind has many words that have been
designated as names for so long, they have lost any other significance, just
like yours. But,” he continued when
Darrel’s face fell, “the sounds of your name, first the darrrr and then the brief el,
they have meaning. Darrrr is a word for sudden light, very rare, like a lightning
strike. Such a thing was fearful for my
ancestors, who lived mostly beneath the ground.
El is a gentle sound, soft,
like a father would say to his cub, or a lover would whisper to his
beloved. So your name would mean
something like ‘tender lightning.’”
Darrel grinned, obviously pleased
at the translation, and Grennson felt a bit of relief. He was trying to form a connection, after
all, and he didn’t want to make Darrel upset.
“Would you like to learn how to say hello?” he asked. “Then when I call my parents, you can
demonstrate how clever you are.”
The joy faded away. “I don’t want to interfere…” Grennson could tell there was plenty his
roommate was worried about, but there was still that eagerness underneath his
distant veneer.
“It would not be an interference,”
Grennson declared. “I think they would
be pleased to know I have finally found someone I care to speak my own language
with. Many here are interested, but they
are very greedy for it.”
“You aren’t teaching anyone
else?” Was that a feeling of pleasure,
at being so distinguished?
“Only my sponsor, and only because
I have to. Your participation would be
very gratifying to me.”
“I…thank you. Yes.
That would be great.”
“Good!” Grennson waved him over with his pale, long
fingers. “Come sit over here. It will be easier for me to assist you if I
can feel your diaphragm.”
“Should I be worried?” Darrel
asked, but it was mostly a joke, and he did come over and sit down next to
Grennson.
“No, not worried,” Grennson
said. “Just be prepared to try very,
very hard. Now.” He smiled.
“Here is how you say hello.”
Grennson is a very interesting character. I look forward to reading more about him. With the problems Darrel is having, family pressures v. what he wants, I haven't formed a definite opinion on him yet.
ReplyDeleteMerry Christmas Eve, Avid!
DeleteHonestly I don't expect love for any of these guys except for Cody and possibly Grennson right now, because they have history in my 'verse. Darrel and Ten are complicated and will have to grow on you, I think.
:)
Now that I am all caught up on The Academy, let me say how much I LOVE the story. The characters you've created are fabulous and there is so much potential for this story to go so many places. I just love it.
ReplyDeleteI'm glad we got a little of Grennson's POV with this one. I agree with Avid, he's a very interesting character. Ten is precocious but adorably Sherlock-like. This story is going to be such a great addition to the Bonded universe stories. :-)
Merry Christmas!
P.S.-I am very excited about the possibility of a Christmas vignette! Hooray!
I'm glad you love it, hon. I go into these a little blind and just pray that I can make my characters and plot interesting enough to hold onto readers:)
DeleteYes - Sherlock! I knew Ten reminded me of someone :-) And I like all four of them, familiar history or not.
ReplyDeleteMerry Christmas!
I admit to being inspired by Sherlock when it comes to Ten--I can't help it, the BBC show has wrecked me. Season 3 is so close, I can taste it...
DeleteGlad you like them, hon. I'll try to keep it that way.
I'm on tenterhooks to find out how he faked his death - I'm aware there are spoilers online but I've been studiously avoiding them. Only two days to go...
DeleteI bought Changing Worlds at the weekend, and won't read any more Academy until I'm up to speed. Not that that's tough - it's so good I'm halfway through already :-)
One more day...ONE MORE!!! For people in the UK, at least. I may die. I may just die. Glad you're enjoying CW; it connects tangentially, but I couldn't resist revisiting the Perel.
DeleteHAppy New Year's Eve!