#consequor

perhaps he wished for a different response instead of the amused laughter, which tumbled passed her lips as she got comfortable. “ja’far, the kingdom won’t fall apart if you take a day, or a week, off from your duties,” she completely ignored the comment about it being partially her work. sinbad stood up, waited a few moments, before moving anything that could spill and cause a mess out of the way. “i think--” sinbad purposefully sat herself on the desk in an attempt to close ja’far’s from any of the paperwork awaiting his attention. sure, some of it was her’s, but she had scanned it, some of them can wait a day or two.  “even if i did all my work, you’d still find an excuse, who would have thought that little assassin boy from back then would turn into such a workaholic.”

sinbad reached out and flicked his nose, “c’mon ja’far, when was the last time we really hung out? and before you say it, i don’t mean the drinking part.” she knew he’d mention that eventually. “if you come hang out with me, i’ll do some of my paperwork tomorrow-- no distractions, promise.”

Why her grandparents decided to send her to Sindria was something Shirah still didn’t understand. After all, it was their business, she wasn’t the one in charge yet.

Though it made sense, if they were starting to ease her into it. Politics were never her forte, but helping people was. She was a warrior, a fighter, despite her start as a magician. Her frailty, and the lack of control over her borg, had played key parts in the trauma that rendered her mute.

No time to dwell on that, however. With the bracelet that served as her staff wrapped around her forearm, dressed in decidedly plain clothes of good quality and escorted by one of the family guards, she disembarked the ship after it docked in Sindria.

Due to the nature of her visit, the family business being supplying medical equipment and such that weren’t readily available in other places, Shirah had been told she’d meet General Ja’far himself for talks. He’d been described to her, by her grandfather, and she easily picked him out in the crowd.

Determined to make a good impression, thankful for her translation tool, she stood tall as she approached the one she knew to be Ja’far.

A spread for tea is prepared, Kouen sitting on one side, with an empty chair on the other. An invitation unspoken, as he sat enjoying his own cup of tea.

“You wanted to see me, my lord?”

                                “ Shouldn’t you be taking a break..? Rest                                   is just as important as work. ”

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