singing open the great gates

[middlingalong]

The following day, very little happens, except for Vorreedi mentioning that Yenaro has been arrested (by the civil police, for theft, on charges from a ghem-lord Miles has never heard of, as opposed to by Cetagandan security for treason).

Also, Ivan gets bored - with all the bodyguards Vorreedi now requires for them after the incident at the bioestheties exhibition, the possible spontaneity of going out with his ghem girlfriends is much reduced.

But the next day they get to attend the Singing Open of the Great Gates.

And oh, is there ever singing.

Comments

[isthisart]

"It makes some semblance sense that people would mistake you for someone with a real, random, harmful mutation. I'm - I'm an art project, no part of me happened randomly, anyone who knew what the word mutant meant wouldn't be able to assume I was one. I knew being Cetagandan was going to be an issue because of lingering feelings about the war, I just didn't expect a - double dose."

[thisvorlunatic]

"The Barrayaran problem with mutants is... complicated. It's half about - defects and peculiarities," he gestures at himself, "and half about unusual genetics," he gestures at Linyabel. "And during the Time of Isolation there wasn't a way to tell the difference - something in the genes was just the assumed explanation for any defect, it's not like they let the visible ones stick around and breed to see what happened - so when we emerged into the bright new world of the wormhole nexus, human nature being what it is, of course certain people decided genetic engineering was just... mutants on purpose. Deliberately tainted, as opposed to accidentally. Maybe it wouldn't have gone that way if it hadn't been Cetaganda that invaded us, I don't know, but here we are."

[isthisart]

"Here we are. All right," she sighs. "Bodyguard. That will be new, the bubbles obviated the need..."

[thisvorlunatic]

"I wouldn't personally have an objection to you reinventing yourself a bubble and bubbling around in it, although I imagine the Cetas might fuss."

[isthisart]

"I could probably do it, but it would take a while, and - I went and got used to the idea of leaving it."

[thisvorlunatic]

"Okay."

[isthisart]

"Do you suppose it will be easy on Barrayar to find a bodyguard who's interested in making a sincere attempt to protect a Cetagandan," eyeroll, "mutant on purpose?"

[thisvorlunatic]

"Look no further than the Vorkosigan armsmen," says Miles, with inexplicable sadness.

[isthisart]

"...Are you okay?"

[thisvorlunatic]

He sighs. "Yes. Sorry. I - my childhood bodyguard died a few years ago."

[isthisart]

"Oh. I'm sorry."

[middlingalong]

Ivan politely refrains from mentioning that Miles was Obviously Pining after said bodyguard's daughter who has since vanished into the broader galaxy.

[thisvorlunatic]

Thank you, Ivan.

[isthisart]

"I'm familiar with the general concept of armsmen but not with what sort of person decides to be one or why the oaths involved are so thoroughly trusted," Linya says. "If I'm going to be depending on them for bodyguarding it seems that would be good to understand better."

[thisvorlunatic]

"The entire Barrayaran social and political system is oath-based. Oaths... just are," says Miles. "Maybe Mother would be able to explain it better; she had to figure it out from an outside perspective too."

[isthisart]

"It's sounding like I'm going to be learning rather a lot from her."

[thisvorlunatic]

"Yes, I think you will."

[isthisart]

Linya finishes her food fairly quickly; apparently she didn't feel inclined to linger over the ship food. "Well, off to teach myself the rudiments of Russian and compose a message to that fellow on Escobar who has some of my software," she says, and she waves a little to Miles and peripherally to Ivan and goes back to the suite.

[middlingalong]

"Gotten any friendlier now that you've eaten candy together?" wonders Ivan.

[thisvorlunatic]

"Ivan."

[middlingalong]

"It's a reasonable question! I don't think you've thought this through!"

[thisvorlunatic]

"What, exactly, do you think I haven't thought through here...?"

[middlingalong]

"It's a genetic thing, for them, right? Usually she'd be marrying some guy who already had a few wives and nobody could call her neglectful for never touching him? For all you know you've consigned yourself to a life of celibacy. If she's thinking about it at all she's thinking about how to turn - somatic cells into usable gametes or whatever it is they do to make extremely clinical little Cetagandans."

[thisvorlunatic]

"A life of celibacy as opposed to the rich and varied sex life I had before, eh?" he snaps, and gets up from the table to stomp off back to his room.

...It's possible he doesn't think that through very well either.

[isthisart]

Here is Linya! She has the drawing function of her pen up and is painting in midair what could very well be the internals of a pen.

"Hi," she says, when Miles comes in.