"I can't believe how big you've gotten!" Theo exclaimed for maybe the fifth time.
Coyster yawned from his position in the center of her bed, and settled his chin on his paws.
She laughed and bent to her case again. "I know! I sound like five silly aunts! But it's really good to see you again!"
Her closet was still in the apartment in the Wall, of course, but she was unpacking anyway -- the stuff from her bag would go into the chest of drawers just fine for now.
Her room was so big! Closing the drawer, she spun slowly on her heel, surveying unlimited space. The room was set to default -- pale blue walls and darker floor -- the old mobile spinning lazily in the breeze from the vent providing the only vivid color. She could, she thought, put all her old pictures back up, pour the fish into the floor -- make it all just like it had been, before.
Instead, she went over to the bed and stretched out next to Coyster, her arms folded under her head, and her eyes half-slitted. She thought about calling Lesset, but didn't move. Beside her, Coyster began to knead, his purr punctuated by tiny popping sounds as his claws penetrated the quilt.
"I'm glad you're glad," she murmured, and the volume of his purrs increased.
They'd had tea and dinner in the garden, just the three of them, and they hadn't talked about the trip at all, but listened to Father ramble on about the cats, and the new plantings he'd made in the garden, and his fishing trip in the mountains near where Kamele's second-mother had been born -- and it had been...relaxing.
Giving us time to get our planet-legs, Theo thought drowsily. At some point Mandrin and Coyster had joined them. Mandrin jumped onto Father's lap, but Coyster had sat on the grass directly in front of Theo, his back to her, and his ears swiveled 'round so that he could hear her slightest move.
"Oof!" Theo said, jackknifing as Coyster stepped firmly on her stomach. "You really
have gotten big!" She squooshed him down flat on her chest, giggling when his whiskers tickled her throat.
Kamele had promised not to keep Father long, though, of course, they had had to "talk." Theo sighed.
"I'm going to be fifteen years old tomorrow," she told Coyster. "Delgadan years," she added, just to be clear. Coyster puffered a purr and stretched his right front leg 'way out, so it was resting on her shoulder and his paw was in the air next to her ear.
She should write that to Win Ton -- about being fifteen tomorrow. 'Course, he wouldn't get the letter for who knew how long, but she'd kind of gotten in the habit of writing to him -- just things she'd seen that she thought he might think were interesting, or funny, or --
There was a tap at her door. Theo rolled, dumping Coyster unceremoniously onto the bed, and crossed the room to touch the plate.
The door slid away to reveal a smiling Kamele.
"Thank you, Theo," she said. "Jen Sar's waiting for you in his office."
"Father," she said from the threshold of the room, while her fingers signed deliberately,
Pilot.
He watched her face, not her hands, his own occupied with rubbing Mandrin's ears.
"Theo. Come in, child."
"Thank you," she said. Why was he ignoring her? Was she wrong? But, no, she told herself as she slid into the chair next to his desk. She
wasn't wrong.
"How do you find your room?" he asked, leaning back in his chair. Mandrin shook her head and jumped down, hitting the starry floor with a solid
thump.
"It feels
huge!" she answered, and her fingers moved again.
Pilot duty here is.
His eyes on her face, Father shook his head slightly. "Theo, is there a reason that you are persisting in this?"
Maybe, she thought, heart sinking, maybe she
was wrong. She met his eyes firmly, folding her hands tight on her lap.
"Yes," she said steadily, "there is. I have a card from a -- a scout and a pilot, she told me to say -- to be given to the pilot who trained me." She took a breath and forced herself to finish calmly. "And if that's not you, then I don't know who to give it to."
Silence, followed by an almost silent sigh.
"I see," he said, his fingers flickering so neatly that she almost missed,
Duty accepted.
Relief knifed through her. She bit her lip and fished Cho's card out of her safe pocket, where she'd kept it ever since Melchiza.
"Here."
He slipped it out of her fingers -- so quick, so sure! Theo shook her head again, mentally chiding herself for having been so blind.
"Why didn't you
tell me?" she demanded.
"Tell you what?" he returned absently, turning the card over.
"That you're a pilot. Does Kamele know?"
"Until now, it has not been pertinent to our relationship. Possibly she does, though it's conceivable that I have not been entirely clear. It is," he murmured, leaning over to slot the card into his computer, "so difficult to be certain in these matters."
"But why are you
here?"
"To teach." His fingers flickered:
Quiet incoming.
Theo bit her lip, watching the side of his face -- which told her just about as much as it ever did. She came to her feet and moved to stand behind him so she could see the screen -- and that did her just as much good; it was filled with flowing lines of written Liaden.
"Do you read Liaden, Theo?"
"No," she said, sadly. "I was going to start learning, but I had to catch up my math, instead."
"A difficult choice, I allow. Well. Scout Captain sig'Radia proposes you to me as a young person of wit and promise, who has demonstrated both flexibility and strength of purpose. She therefore offers, if your mother agrees and it does not offend local custom, to stand as your sponsor."
"My sponsor," Theo repeated blankly. She leaned over his shoulder, glaring at the screen as if she could wring sense from the alien letters by sheer force of will. "My sponsor for
what?"
"I note that the good captain does not include 'patience' in her list of your many excellencies," Father said dryly. "To continue. Captain sig'Radia, in her melant'i as Scout Pilot and Trainer, offers to sponsor you to Anlingdin Piloting Academy on Eylot."
Sponsor her! To a piloting academy!
I want it! was her first thought. Her second, with a glance at the starfield spinning beneath the study floor to steady herself, was more sobering.
"What does that mean -- sponsor?" she asked. "What's the --" A sudden thought of Win Ton, tapping his beaker against hers -- "What's the trade?"
"Ah." Father leaned back in his chair and looked up into her face. "Travel is broadening, indeed."
"It's a fair question," she said, frowning down at him.
He raised a hand, the old silver ring glinting on his finger. "Do not eat me! Indeed, it is a fair question, and well-asked." He nodded at the screen. "Captain sig'Radia offers a paid scholarship for the first three semesters of work -- a full Standard year, you will apprehend. If, at the end of that time, you have not placed in the top thirty percent of your class, she will withdraw her support, without prejudice. There will be no debt to repay. If you thereafter wish to continue pilot training at your own expense, you may of course do so."
The top thirty percent? She couldn't remember at time when she hadn't been in the top five percent of her class!
"I'll do it," she said, stomach fluttering.
Father inclined his head. "You will, of course, need to bring your math scores up."
Theo's stomach lurched. All those low math scores on the way back from Melchiza --! Father reached across his desk and picked up a much-folded piece of hardcopy that Theo recognized for the printout Kamele had taken out of the AI.
He unfolded the paper, and held it out so that they could both contemplate the scores.
"These are," he murmured, "perfectly good -- even quite good -- math scores for someone destined for almost any life-path except that of pilot. Pilots hold ship and passengers in their hands. Their math must be nothing less than sublime." He paused. "It is not," he continued a long moment later, in a carefully neutral tone, "a trade at which everyone excels -- or a trade at which everyone
can excel. It is ...exciting. Exhilarating. Dangerous -- in many ways -- and it often weighs heavy, for lives are not light."
Theo looked at him doubtfully. "You sound like you -- don't want me to try."
He raised an eyebrow. "Child, this choice rests with you."
She bit her lip. "Did you...work... as a pilot, Father?"
He might have sighed, very gently. "Yes."
"Was it -- did you wish you hadn't become a pilot?"
"Never in my blackest hour." He laughed softly. "What a poor advisor I am, to be sure!"
"No," she said seriously. "A bad advisor lies just to keep somebody safe." She took a breath, but, really, her mind had been made up the moment she had heard Captain Cho's offer.
"I want to go." she said firmly.
"Go where?" Kamele asked from the doorway.
"How long, then," Kamele said, "to bring up those math scores?"
Father moved his shoulders. "I can tutor her, if you like it. Or I might assist in choosing an appropriate self-study course..."
"Would you teach me?" Theo asked, diffidently. It was late, and her head was heavy. As far as she was concerned, the decision was made, all that was left were details. Kamele, though, seemed to want every corner nailed down tonight.
They'd long since repaired to the common room, breaking once to rustle sandwiches, and again to brew a new pot of tea.
"I will," Father said, and lifted an ironic eyebrow. "If you will endeavor to recall that you desired me to do so."
"I will," she promised him, and smiled when Coyster, asleep on her lap, rolled over on his head and yawned hugely. "Really."
"How long?" Kamele repeated her question.
Father moved his shoulders. "If she is an apt pupil, she may be ready to enter the lower class at Anlingdin by the end of Delgado's current semester."
Kamele nodded, eyes thoughtful, and sipped tea.
"Is Eylot a Liaden world?" she asked then, and Theo blinked. She hadn't even thought to ask that!
"Eylot is what is politely termed 'an outworld' by proper Liadens," Father said. "Roughly, there is parity between the Liaden and Terran populations."
"So I should learn Liaden, too," Theo broke in, "before I go."
"You may wish to make a beginning, yes," Father said. "It's never amiss to carry an extra language or six in one's pocket."
"Conservatively, then, Theo will remain on Delgado for at least six -- local -- months," Kamele said.
"I believe that a fair estimate," Father murmured.
"Well, then." She rose. "If you will both excuse me for a moment..." She left the room at a brisk walk.
Theo yawned, belatedly raising a hand to cover her mouth. "Is there any more tea?" she asked.
"A bit," Father answered. "We have drunk epic amounts, but I believe to good effect."
Theo giggled sleepily. "Would you pour me some more tea, please, Father?"
"Certainly, Theo." He did so and handed her the cup.
Theo sipped. It was the bottom of the pot, tepid, and absolutely delicious. She closed her eyes to savor the astringent flavor -- and opened them as Kamele's step sounded in the hall.
Her mother re-seated herself on the sofa next to Father, and put the slim packet tied with pink ribbon on her lap.
"Theo," she said, leaning slightly forward. "Today is your fifteenth birthday."
"Today?" Theo sat up straighter, and looked over her shoulder at the clock. "You mean tomor--" But it was, so the clock told her, past midnight. She looked back to Kamele.
"Today," she agreed.
Her mother nodded. "You are now eligible to have your Gigneri," she said slowly. "If you will allow me to advise you, I would suggest that you choose to have a small, private ritual in the old style at the earliest possible moment." She tapped the packet on her lap. "This morning, in fact."
Theo thought about that. If she had her Gigneri, she would be a beginning adult, with increased advantages -- and responsibilities. She could, for instance, decide whether or not she needed a mentor. Unless she was condemned as a public hazard, the safeties couldn't force her to do anything...
"I see the advantages," she said, her hand flat on Coyster's upturned belly. "But -- 'old style?'"
It was Father who answered. "Your First Pair would be put off until a time and place of your choosing," he murmured. "Fifty local years ago, the mode was to celebrate the coming-of-age first, with one's inaugural sexual encounter to be arranged by the beginning adult herself, taking such advice from her elders as she deemed necessary."
Theo blinked. "Well,
that makes sense," she said, and wondered why Father laughed.
"If it's acceptable to you, Theo," Kamele said seriously. "We can celebrate your Gigneri right now. Just the three of us."
"With," Father added, "the appropriate announcement in the Scandal Sheet."
Theo nodded, and gave Kamele a smile. "It's acceptable."
"Good." Kamele stood, and Father did. Theo struggled briefly before she managed to push Coyster off her lap, and stood, too.
Kamele held the packet out across the palms of her hands.
"Here is the tale of those who went before," she said solemnly. "You are the sum and the total of us. We rejoice in you, daughter, and are amazed."
Theo swallowed in a throat gone suddenly tight; stepped forward and took the packet in both hands.
"I am humbled," she said, and the phrase she had memorized as mere rote was suddenly, achingly
true. "I am humbled before my ancestors, Mother, and will strive to do my best, in honor of those who went before me."
She stepped back, the packet still cradled in her hands. There was silence. Kamele's face was wet with tears, through which Theo plainly saw pride, and love -- and, yes, amazement.
"Congratulations, Theo," Father said quietly. "I am proud that you are my daughter."
First Draft Finis October 8, 2007
Author's Notes: Yanno, this might be a pretty good place to end this bit. We've got, what? 94,500?/96,000 words in the can? When we fill in the thin spots, that'll be 100,000/110,000 for the win. If we continue in this vein, we're looking at a 150,000/200,000 book, which gets, um, hefty. Not to mention the binding problems.
I know we didn't want to do a long piloting school riff, but ... we need to not stint Theo. 'course, we're gonna look foolish; we promised we could do this in one book, sigh.
Let's talk.
Sharon
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