Everything But You [Kinali / Naji]

While a similar idea to the dragonrider apartments, the Dayhandler cabins are individual homes that are overall smaller than the apartment buildings, with size assigned by rank and needs, woth all cabins allowing Daywhers to come inside. Day wherlings move into these cabins after bonding.
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Fri Sep 23, 2016 12:27 am

Delicate. Short. Bittersweet. Three words to chronicle their reunion, after spending nearly a quarter of their lives apart, and to the date a further turn had passed since his arrival in the South. Kinali remembered the day he wrote his brother, drolling on about the pledge he’d given to follow in his footsteps and a compromise with their mother as a peace offering. Less than a turn after he’d achieved his Journeyman knot as a qualified and respected starcrafter, now belonging to the new weyr as both a candidate and an artisan.

It was an odd position to be placed in, arriving as an independent and now living a seemingly separate life as his own ‘family’. While the rift between his mother had been sealed to at least a mild extent, they were on neutral terms at best, and the fissure that had been hewn against his father…that wasn’t likely to be mended soon. If ever. When it came down to it, the only people that the younger brother in the family knew he could depend on was his other sibling. Perhaps his half-siblings and step mother, though they were now in their own lives. Imagine arriving to find out that there was little to no place left, in a void that had previously been there for him. Brother to brother, though now it had been filled by another man.

Truthfully the news didn’t come as a shock, Kinali had come to expect that Inakil would eventually grow away and become a strong independent person that created his own family, fostering it just as he had the two of them. Maybe it was a fools errand to hope that things would return to the way they were when they were growing up nigh inseparable — no scratch that, nothing ever came between them back then. He’d hoped for…prayed for times to return that favor. Even worked diligently to see for it. But the flighty rose handler was strong without him now, and held a good sense of responsibility.

Kinali knew all too well how that translated over from I’li, his father. Once you rose to a position of that caliber, or even became a rider or handler personal affairs well…they fell by the wayside from his experience. He’d always been forgotten and left to fend for himself, save for the years Inakil took care of him. It forged the guy into a rebel, and in some light a guardian figure or paragon in the community. Always delving himself so heavily into work and volunteering that he made a name for himself. It was no different here now. But that was to drown away what needed to be addressed eventually. If only he could perpetually put it off.

Truth be told, he’d been wanting to talk to his brother for some time now, more than their casual banter and infrequent visits. Okay, perhaps not nearly as horrid or sparse as the communion had been when they were separate continents away from each other. But it wasn’t nearly the feeling he’d hoped for. He’d tried and failed, always having something coming up in his agenda, or Inakil’s that it split their schedules to the point that it was a wandering glance and barely missing each other outside of the lackadaisical and succinct time together. At least he knew as a candidate, and a Day Wher candidate that, their paths would eventually cross again.

It seemed so far away, though. It was why he found himself on the step outside of the apartment, clutching an ornate piece of glass hand blown while he’d been tied to the North, worried and praying his brother would come home safely. Something he’d never gotten to share with him after his first return, and it was about damned time that he did now. Maybe it would be bring some unity. He didn’t know. Gifts came with stories, much like the tanned hide that it was now wrapped in.

Knocking upon the door, he waited in silence for an answer.
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Fri Sep 23, 2016 2:40 am

It had been a long day. Not in the sense that it had been a bad long day...just felt like it had taken forever. Him and Weisden had been on patrol duty that day to some of the furthest reaches of New Atricis's territory. Keeping an eye out for things that didn't belong...namely bandits. Granted should any of them out on patrol come across something as dangerous as a bandit camp they wasn't to engage, simply mark the location and return. Happily their patrol had been rather boring except for a rather nasty fight with a less than amiable thorn bush. Naji had won in the end, but not without several small cuts on his arms and hands.

They had gotten back into New Atricis just before Inakil and Dolly was heading off to the creche for their own duty that evening. It was still hard for Naji to believe sometimes that he was so lucky and so happy. If someone had told his fifteen turn old self not to worry about how awful life was, things were going to turn out amazing he would have slapped them for being nothing more than a damned dimglow. He also would have never believed that he would have ever fallen in love...and yet he had just kissed the love of his life before the man headed out of his cabin. Granted, the two of them were not officially moved in together, but both of their cabins were at the point that they might as well be. Naji had things at Inakil's place and vice versa.

With Inakil gone for the evening, Naji decided to eat in and relax after his long day. Inakil's cabin was much like his own, modest decorations, furniture, and books...lots and lots of books. He was currently reading one now as he enjoyed one of his special glasses of wine. He'd been unable to decide between a stronger, fine drink like brandy or some of his joy plant. In the end he decided on his special wine so he could have a little of both and then grabbed himself the book he was currently reading. Can I listen in on you again? This story is interesting. Weisden asked curiously. "Of course you can, brother." Naji stated and then there was a knock on the door. Weisden's ears perked up in interest as he looked towards the door. They didn't often get visitors. Who could that be? Naji got to his feet after sitting his book down and moved towards the door.

A cigarette was still in his mouth, the smoke swirled about his head. He was dressed in simple slacks and short-sleeved tunic...something he didn't take into consideration as got to the door and opened it. "Yes? Can I help you?" He asked the vaguely familiar looking man that stood on the other side with something in his hands.
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Fri Sep 23, 2016 9:18 pm

What a bust — here Kinali had been, resting on the step for several minutes and a further several hours debating back and forth prior to that of whether or not he should even go, only to find the door of his brother’s apartment answered by someone that was not his brother. Just blooming wonderful. Granted, it didn’t sour his mood, although his hopes for some private time with his sibling had just been shot out of the skies by a barbed arrow that wretched away at his heart. Something he was growing all too familiar with, and would eventually become insensitive towards. He hoped not. Underneath the light-hearted and protective exterior was a gentler soul, one that flowed with emotions too deeply to even fathom beginning to share with anyone. At his core, the youth had always been a private individual.

It shouldn’t have come as much of a surprise to anyone, though few knew what he truly pondered upon internally. None, aside from himself and his previous master knew the extreme depths of what had darkened his mind — a man that was now an entire continent away, and well near his later years in life. In face of all that Kinali had seen, faced and participated in however he didn’t let much of anything inter how he fashioned his own life. For the majority of it he was first and foremost a member of the community. Home had nearly always come second, by choice, although it had never been one he would ever be pleased with. Rather a necessity to keep going.

Standing point-blankly against the portal that barred him from entry into his brother’s private domain, he intently gazed upon the figure that had answered the call wrapping upon the door. Unless he was entertaining company, of which didn’t seem to be the case given the quietness looming in the background the list that Inakil was likely to permit in his own home at this hour fell…short. Across from him, the bloke could only fit one brief description of whom he could assume was his brother’s other half, a man he had not yet crossed paths with however had heard oh-so-much about.

Buried deeply a long while back, closer to his arrival there may have been a hint of jealousy. One that had long since faded, recognizing that the ‘venue’ he occupied in their youth was now replaced by a more important figure in Inakil’s life. One that came with stories of his own, and many underlying ties. It wasn’t something Kinali ever wished to interrupt, or worse sever by accident or force. Such an action was unforgivable in his eyes, and only deserving if his brother saw fit. There came a boundary where he had to put his own protectiveness and desire to be close to the side. They were family, by blood, yes…but as times went on, so too did maturity and a desire for independence. It was a sensation he was all too familiar with.

Maybe one of these days he would follow suit. Not now, or perhaps any time soon — there were more important things for him to worry about. He was first and foremost a free soul, and one that operated best in groups rather than tied down. Still, it had its own alluring grasp and a deep respect he would always harbor. Or rather, the sentiment behind it. Not much could be said about Naji in his mind, save perhaps a ever-slight negative feeling lurking in the back of his mind about the guy. Mayhaps a bit more neutral than pessimistic, although he’d heard whispers of the roguish background he came from. A Holder’s son at that, which only reeked of the possibility of being spoiled and having everything given to him, rather than earned. Come to think of it, the jealousy may very well could have been retired prematurely. But he didn’t want such a nature to cause a divide between them, or his brother. It was something he couldn’t afford — ever.

With but a solemn look, steadying away from the passively absent gaze he sighed. “I’ll come back later,” he spoke in a somewhat disappointed air, resigning a few steps backwards. Granting but a curt nod, he pocketed the hide-wrapped piece of glass into one of the pouches along his jerkin.
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Tue Sep 27, 2016 8:38 pm

Naji waited patiently a few moments of quiet stirred between them. The smoke now curled up one side of his body as he held the cigarette in one hand. Weisden, a little more curious, got up off of his wallow to get a better look at who was at their door. It wasn't often they got visiters. Do you recognize him, Naji? The quartz asked from where he was peeked around the corner where the wallow was. No idea. But he looks familiar to me...I think. Naji answered as he looked a little harder at the man's face. What was it about him? He could just about put his finger on it, but yet it was still so far out of reach. Perhaps if he gave a name...

But then the man was declaring he'd come back later. That's when it hit him and took a few steps after the other man. "Wait a second. You're...you're Kinali aren't you? Inakil's younger brother?" Naji asked, almost certain that he was right. It would explain the familiar look, why he was there now, and why he would come back later. While Naji himself was not a big person to talk about family, the only family of his that he could tolerate was his brother Jeri and their youngest sister. The rest could go fuck themselves and he meant that as harshly as he could, especially his father. However, just because his own family was rather messed up he knew that Inakil got along more or less pretty well with his. His boyfriend had told him of Kinali's coming to the South, but he'd yet to had the chance to meet him face to face.

A warm smile spread on his face as he dropped the cigarette and stamped it out with his foot, then he held a hand out in introduction to the slightly younger man. "Pleasure to meet you finally. I'm Najden, most just call me Naji. I'm sorry if you were expecting Inakil. He's at the creche right now, but you're more than welcome to come in and sit a spell before he gets home." He offered and opened the door wider for the man to come in and rest. Kinali would come in to see an apartment fairly well immaculate with the normal clutter here and there to show that it was actually lived in. Some decorations that were certainly more on the classier side than what normal handlers would have. "Would you care for a drink or some finger foods?" Naji asked, remember the manners that had been drilled into him for so many turns.
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Thu Sep 29, 2016 3:17 am

A long uneasy gaze rested between the two contenders for Inakil’s time, with a nearly as edgy silence creeping up along the edges of the smoke-infused air. Kinali could detect a faint hint of the aroma — something he wasn’t particularly keen on, though had no true opinion of, outside of keeping it away from little ones. Particularly the newly hatched sort. This was his brother’s domain, however, and with it supposedly came that of his sibling’s other half. A pity, in truth, of which the lad had been hoping for quality private time to do more than just a simple ‘catch up’. The alternative? Too heavy. He wasn’t in the mindset for a confrontation, nor was he ever likely to be in one, although he knew that eventually at one point the two of them would need to cross paths.

Word had crossed about the faint dealings in Najden’s background more than once through his stead in the weyr yards, and while it was largely mixed, Kinali didn’t know what to make of it. Of course, when it came to formulating opinions of someone you were largely on your own, if you were smart about your wits. Relying upon the former experiences of others was one component, yes, but more often than not they were biased. Still, he couldn’t help but feel there was at least some truth to the roguish prat that the guy had been made out to be. That was, until he spoke, which was far more courteous than he would have expected. Not quite the formal and suffocatingly tense air he would have expected from a holder’s son, having dealt with many in the past, but it also wasn’t the epitome of warmth either.

Still undecided of whether or not he should come back at another hour, or maybe even day, Kinali found his foothold unwavering, retiring only his intently peaceful gaze. He’d inherited more than one characteristic from his brother, and while the two most certainly had their differences, the bloke was far from the sort to be rude. At least intentionally. “Yeah. That’s me,” he confessed approvingly, “That obvious?” A faint hint of sheepishness found its way slithering up along his neck, into the brow of his eyes, squinting for a moment in what was largely indistinguishable from embarrassment or meek acquiescence.

His own scrutinizing inspection of the other long since having become passive in nature, the candidate’s tension eased up considerably. Initial moments were…bothersome. Often intangibly uncomfortable, of which he was ever thankful of it having expired. Eyes dangling for a moment, tracing the cigarette as it was rapidly dropped and extinguished, Kinali exhaled softly for a moment as the remaining anxiety seemed to dissipate…at least for the time being. It would be some time before he was ever truly comfortable around anyone other than his brother, at least on this level of proximity, without professional reasons.

Appraising the offered hand, the youngest’s attention found itself cautiously accepted in the extension of his own, gloved palm, shaking it gently only long enough to complete the formality. He wasn’t nearly as apprehensive or passive as his brother was known to be, but matters like these were still on the…awkward side for him at times. At least out of public, where he oddly found himself at ease with little duress, perhaps because he always had the proverbial safety net of peers to fall back upon. Here he was alone, with Naji, and he could only presume the bonded wher in relative closeness. They were rarely far from their partners.

Kinali,” he offered point-blankly in as positive a tone he could muster. “But you already knew that.” Grimacing in a yielding manner, the bloke retracted his own arm and reached behind to scratch his neck uncomfortably as a natural reflex to calm his own nerves. “I had hoped to find him here. Our schedules don’t exactly overlap all that well. Rarely get to see him these days.” Shrugging nonchalantly, he dismissed the thought quickly, trying not to linger on the pessimistic outcome of his visit thus far. It wasn’t polite, and he didn’t want the older bloke to already have an ill opinion of him, particularly at such an hour that was often reserved for privacy. Even if they were technically almost-family by extension of the fact that Naji was his brother’s significant other, that didn’t mean they knew each other. Or how to interact just yet, outside of the typical small talk and positively-tuned dialogue.

If it’s not too much to ask, water, or klah would be just fine. But thank you for the further offer,” Kinali admitted, having found the earlier tension parching his throat all too unreasonably. With the door closed behind them, he found his way into the dwelling as extended by the host, waiting politely. “So…admittedly not what I had expected or intended for our initial introduction. But I’ll hope you’ll forgive my blunt state of surprise.
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Thu Sep 29, 2016 8:14 pm

Naji could put on the whole Lord's son facade if he needed to, but after living in New Atricis for so long he often times didn't act on his old graces. He was naturally a more down to earth type of person. Liked to treat others as equals instead of looking down his nose at them like so many with noble blood in their veins. More often than not he tried to forget the fact that he was of noble birth, though in the past he didn't mind using his lineage to get him things he wanted. Now though...having Weisden and Inakil in his life, actually feeling like he belongs somewhere, that he is worthy, Naji didn't need the life of luxury or vices to be happy. Sure he still enjoyed drinking, smoking, and the joy plant...but he didn't have to escape to them like he use to. And he hadn't harmed himself once in over a turn.

"Well, I kept thinking that you looked familiar but I could't remember where I'd seen you from. Gotta say, you and Inakil certainly favor each other." Naji said with a wide smile. One thing he had been taught as a lordling was a firm handshake, so brief as it may be the grip he gave to Kinalie was confident and firm. "It's grand to finally be officially introduced to you, Kinali." Naji said, still being warm and friendly. "I can understand that. There are days...like today....that I don't get to see him much either. You're a candidate, yeah? You'll understand one day. Until then, if you want, you can wait here until he returns." Naji said with empathy. There were times when the schedule he was given was completely opposite of Inakil's. He hated it, but it didn't happen so often that he felt he never got to see his boyfriend.

Once they were inside, Naji moved to the small kitchen area and poured Kinali a glass of water. "No klah at the moment, but I can make some for you if you want." He said in a friendly tone as he moved to hand the candidate the glass. "Please, have a seat. Make yourself at home." Naji offered as he himself moved over to the klah table and picked up his glass of wine to take a sip from. He couldn't help but chuckle a little at Kinali's next words. "No apology necessary. It's not exactly what I was expecting either, but here we are. How are you settling into New Atricis?"
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Sat Oct 01, 2016 1:08 am

He’d understand one day. If there had been a mark set aside for how many times he’d heard that phrase, and treated like he was some infant or adolescent that was too inexperienced to comprehend the complexities of life…he’d probably be among the most wealthy individuals his master had laid eyes on. Given the fact that the man was a holder, and a rather prosperous one at that resonated with the fact that Najden was here in front of him, sharing the same words. Kinali bit back his own words before they exited, knowing all too well it wasn’t worth the trouble. He understood. Perhaps too much, what commitment meant, and the side effects that came with it.

Growing up as a weyr brat helped to visualize the many pieces that helped the well-oiled machine of a place run smoothly. If someone slacked, everyone paid for it in the long run, and there was always an abundance of tasks to be found. While there were moments of ‘slowness’, if you could even call it that, somewhere else, often within the caverns, jobs lurked waiting to be done. Of course, he recognized this, and the fact that sometimes you just had to suck it up and bite the arrow. And then there were other times where he couldn’t help but feel isolated from family, if that was even a proper term to him any longer.

Of course, when he held the appropriate time and place, there would more than likely be an opportunity of his own to create a family. Just as his brother had set out to do, in some shape or form when he came South. In another light, the candidates and surrounding community were very much a family to him, one he cherished to a great deal. But there were also underlying nuances and intimacy that weren’t quite shared with people you worked and slept with. They were comrades, there was never any doubt about that, and loyalty was among the most valued traits within his arsenal. But they weren’t blood, or bound by some other resembling oath such as kinship or relationships.

Some words and thoughts could only be shared with a select few, and although he had been initially apprehensive about meeting Naji, the more he thought on it, the more Kinali realized that he couldn’t afford to view him in a negative light. Especially if the courtesies that had been extended thus far were any signal. The man had done nothing to wrong him, not intentionally. If anything, the handler had shown him the utmost respect thus far, and been rather kind as he offered the glass of water to him.

With but an incline of the head and verbal thanks, the candidate smiled briefly. “Water is perfectly fine, thank you for the offer, though,” he acknowledged. “Meeting you, at least thus far, has been far more…smooth than I had anticipated. I’ve witnessed these type of introductions in the past. Sometimes they can be a bit rocky. I’m glad it didn’t work out to be that way.” Nodding, he confirmed his own role as a candidate among the day wher crowd. “I don’t want to intrude too long. Particularly if he isn’t here. But, given your own kindness, I can’t turn down the opportunity to at least get to know you a little bit, if you’re willing. I feel as if I owe my brother that much.

Taking the offered seat adjacent to the table, the dark-haired youth relaxed a fair bit more than he had been previously, no longer tense by the niceties or expectations of a stiff meeting. “It’s…different than the North. A bit more lax than expected, in a good light. More freedom, although I can’t help but feel somewhat lost in the large picture. I suppose that will come with time.” Shrugging, he discounted the fact that he’d been present at the weyr for a period somewhere in one or two turns, not bothering to see the reward in offering the information his counterpart. As it was, he’d barely seen his brother, and he wouldn’t have been surprised if his presence had largely gone unnoticed by the other acquaintances he had no direct affiliation with.
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Tue Oct 04, 2016 4:22 pm

Naji moved over to the klah table and picked up his glass of wine before sitting opposite of Kinali at the table. He took a sip of the sweet flavored liquid as Inakil's brother spoke. He could see a few similar mannerisms in the young man that were shared with Inakil, but he could tell they were also rather different people. For all the brothers and sisters he had himself, he could only say he was similar to his closest brother, Jeri. He was not close to the others. To be sure, his oldest brothers were more like acquaintances than anything else. There was a small part of him that regretted not trying to get to know his siblings better, but then again...had he stayed in Bitra he doubted that he would have gotten through his depression.

"I will admit, this is a first for me. I certainly think it is going alright, but I suppose I don't exactly have anything to compare it to." He said with a chuckle. Inakil was his first serious relationship. Before the rosehandler he never cared for commitment, instead seeking one night stands and casual affairs as he would pick a good book to read. Being with Inakil helped him to see how much he was missing out on keeping everyone at arm's length and not allowing anyone passed the walls he'd built around himself. While he was still cautious, Naji wasn't nearly as closed off as he use to be.

"You're not intruding in the least. I was just enjoying a glass of wine while reading." Naji assured him. Unless one knew exactly what to look for, the slightly dilated pupils for example, it wasn't obvious that the quartzhandler had been enjoying anything other than just wine and certainly not enough to be even remotely tipsy. Naji could tell the joy plant was working on him and it showed itself in the way he spoke a little faster than normal and the way his fingers couldn't keep completely still. Such ticks could be chalked up to what could be a tense situation such as meeting your love's family, but Naji knew what the real cause was. "Yeah yeah, of course I'm willing. I'd like to get to know you as well."

"Oh fuck, where are my manners." Naji exclaimed before he waved over at Weisden. "Kinali, I'd like you to meet my bondmate, Weisden. Weisden this is Kinali, Inakil's brother. One of them." The spotted quartz moved a little closer to them both and nodded his head at Kinali. It's a pleasure to meet you, Kinali. Weisden said politely. "So...what would you like to know about me, Kinali? You're my guest here, only fair you get to ask questions first." Naji offered with an easy smile. While he wouldn't say he was a totally open book for the young man to explore, there wasn't much he wouldn't want to tell him either.
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Fri Oct 14, 2016 4:35 am

Across from his brother’s significant other, Kinali sat within an odd state resting between peace and discomfort, unsure of how to act on his own behalf. The water had done little to soothe his nerves, although did grant him rest within his dried throat. Naji was a peculiar individual that he wasn’t quite sure if he lived up to the rumors dwelling around about him, but having only just met the guy the candidate was no one to judge. Then again, when considering gossip it was just that — gossip, you never knew what to trust and had to take everything with a grain of fine sand. In time perhaps they would go to one extreme, preferably the more positive of lights, but for now everything rested on an uneasy cordiality.

There was little else he could ask for, given the other possible outcomes of having run into the bloke in such a private setting. At least they weren’t throwing expletives at each other, or baring hostility. If anything, what had been exchanged had been nothing short of pleasant, and perhaps merely required time to get to know each other. Time. Something that he held little of, or rather free time for that matter. Primarily of his own doing — mind you. Always finding some chore or busy work to keep him occupied, due to the erratic scheduling that he’d been blurred against since his arrival. It wasn’t atypical or irregular to the point that he was lost in a whirlwind and disoriented, but rather easy to become familiar with. Just little time remained at the end of the day for any personal matters to be attended to.

In most lights, at least in the North, he’d preferred it that way. But down here, now in such proximity to Inakil after all these turns, he had access to him. Physically speaking. And there was little he’d done, or could do in his eyes to improve the option of getting some alone time with him, to mutually ‘catch up’. For now though, perhaps it was best to settle for getting to know the holder’s son. Maybe he wasn’t such a bad bloke. Maybe he hid it well. The very least Kinali could say was that Najden had manners about him, which automatically gained him some respect. “I can’t say that I have anything to reference either. Family, despite what you may or may not know about me is something of a weak point. Though I value it truly. Having the opportunity to meet someone attached to my brother is both refreshing, and forgive my intrusion — a bit intimidating.” Grimacing for a few weak moments, he smiled upon reassurance of the fact that he wasn’t intruding. Not to an extreme degree, at least, as there would always be something lurking within his mind that he was somewhere he didn’t belong until he finally found a place, object, person or event that actually made him feel that way.

Reading? I don’t suppose my brother rubbed off on you,” he grinned with deep amusement, whilst partly laughing his interlude. “I don’t have much free time, but I enjoy reading what I can get my hands on. Probably nothing to the calibre or extent as you or my brother, though.” Rubbing the back of his neck, he meekly blinked, attempting to release the final remnants of tension that remained within his own person. Naji was no longer on stranger terms, at least not completely. He didn’t know much about him, but there was enough information that had been passed between them, amongst the feelings transferred that he placed trust within his brother’s judgement to allow him around. If nothing else — that was exactly what lowered his guard — faith within his sibling, and his choices.

Nodding in assurance of his own agreement of strengthening their ties as best he could offer, he placed the cup of water down gently. “It’d be nice to get to know someone outside of my usual cohorts. Particularly someone that is, in at least some way, connected to me. A bit awkward not knowing much about you, I’ll admit. But I expect, given allowance that may come in time.” Warmly offering a yielding smile, Kinali rested back a slight bit, no longer sitting up completely straight and at attention as he previously had been.
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Mon Oct 17, 2016 10:50 am

“I can’t say that I have anything to reference either. Family, despite what you may or may not know about me is something of a weak point. Though I value it truly. Having the opportunity to meet someone attached to my brother is both refreshing, and forgive my intrusion — a bit intimidating.”

Naji took a sip of his wine as he listened. It was obvious Inakil's brother was still a bit on edge and really, who could blame him? However, the quartzhandler was far too much of a laid back person to really know the discomfort the man was feeling, though he could recognize it. "Inakil has spoke nothing but good things about you, but I can't say he's ever gone into great details about your all's family." Naji stated before going on to say, "Family is a weak point for myself as well. Truthfully, I didn't really feel like I had a family until I met Inakil and Dolly, then bonded to Weis. One of my own brother's lives down here now, Pewterrider J'in, and while I am the closest to him I can't say that we have ever been super close." He chuckled at the man's honesty. That gave Kinali points in his book. Naji preferred open honesty to covert politeness. "No worries. If there is anything I can do to make you feel less intimidated, let me know."

“Reading? I don’t suppose my brother rubbed off on you. I don’t have much free time, but I enjoy reading what I can get my hands on. Probably nothing to the calibre or extent as you or my brother, though.”

A heart-filled laugh escaped his throat. "A happy common interest actually. We met for the first time in the archives, both of us were reaching for the same book." Naji fell silent for a moment as he remembered that happy memory. It was hard to believe that that moment had happened so long ago. "Yeah? That's brilliant. You're more than welcome to browse our personal collection if you ever get the itch and time to read something." Naji offered happily. Reading was a passion of his and any time he could lend a hand to help cultivate another's love of reading he would.

“It’d be nice to get to know someone outside of my usual cohorts. Particularly someone that is, in at least some way, connected to me. A bit awkward not knowing much about you, I’ll admit. But I expect, given allowance that may come in time.”

"I think I would like that as well, Kinali. I'd be thrilled to get to know you better and would love for you to get to know me more." Naji agreed with another easy grin. "Well, I don't know what you've heard or haven't heard. I originally came here from Bitra. My father is Lord Holder Naarkaden, but I'm not exactly close with him. I was not a candidate, like yourself, when I bonded to Weisden. In fact, he was slightly older, almost a turn old, when he found his way to New Atricis and decided to bond to me. Been busy with being a handler and well, loving your brother since then." Naji explained a little about himself.
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