#impossible child

(*Wildly flails* I don’t know nearly enough about Maris to write this thing but I’m gonna try it anyway!!!!)

            Damn them all, they’d only given him an hour’s notice on this particular intimidation and he’d been in the middle of an important luncheon when they told him. Maris could tell it was important, since they’d sent Seth to inform him. For them to put up with Seth for an entire briefing meant this was particularly delicate and they didn’t know how to phrase it to get him to cooperate.

            To spite them, he decided he wasn’t going to leave the lunch table the entire intimidation. At the least, it would be a nice challenge. His infant daughter burbling and growling in the cradle beside him could be handicap.

            The guards finally came through the door escorting a… well well, wasn’t that interesting. Some kind of Nissa-sized monkey? It was nearly furless and practically ruff-less, with only scruffy blackness on its head. It scanned the empty tables intelligently and good Goddess, it wore two layers of clothes, one of which was a long garment made of cured leather. Good thing he was still wearing his formal wear. Damn the council for not telling him.

“Can I offer you anything?” The Khazaki king drawled, spearing an apple slice with one hand while rocking his daughter’s cradle with the other. The monkey’s eyes widened (his eyes? Her eyes? Maris couldn’t tell) before speaking.

“Ah… no. Not that you can supply.”