Diplomatic Immunity: Wedding Bells a'Ringing


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Tiberius Lucius Magnus, Male Praetor Warmage

“No, you’re quite correct, we couldn’t negotiate a trade agreement directly, though you can’t say I didn’t offer to assist. As for Ammon, well, I only met him just before he left the Empire, so I’m sure he had time to accomplish something...however, he was missing Lynestra, so perhaps that distracted him from his duties,” Tiberius offers with a grin.

“Hmm, I forgot to ask earlier, Claudia, being far too happy to see you. Did you finish your current duty cycle early, or just get a little leave to join me here after receiving such an illustrious invitation?”
 
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"Well, perhaps when we get to know each other better. That's usually best anyway," Vasha says.

"El, this is Plydek. Plydek, this is El," Vasha says. "Plydek thinks I look like a princess, though I'm curious why, I think I'm dressed a bit casual. I don't know who the other man is over there who keeps saying things is."
 

"Admitted. An ineffectual voice of affirmation is admittedly welcome compared to the usual insistent denial by those with the actual authority."

"Usually, although getting enough 'No' responses from the right people at least means you have your foot in the door enough to ask. Play your cards right, and some day, the 'No' may become a 'Yes'. On the other hand, it's harder to count on fortuitous changes in authority."

"I suppose that's true."

"I'm not quite finished yet, love. I have to go back after the wedding, but they gave me time off after they granted me the Golden Spear award for bravery in honour of my entire squadron, Kthonia watch over their souls."

"They make the women fight as soldiers in the Empire? How unchivalrous and harsh."
 

"He's my brother, Kastor. As my older brother, it's his job to tease me, but it's all good-natured," Plydek laughs, "Pleased to meet you, El. You may not be Rowaini, but you bear yourself with grace befitting a Rowaini lady."
 

Tiberius Lucius Magnus, Male Praetor Warmage

“The Golden Spear, that’s outstanding,” Tiberius declares with delight, before continuing in a more calm and dignified tone, “though it sounds like things didn’t go as planned. Looks like I’m not the only one with tales to tell, dear heart.”

“No, that’s not the case at all. Anyone that wishes to attend the academy, as Claudia and myself did, must serve in the Praetorian military after graduation, it’s that simple. So you see, none among the High Praetors are given duty they did not seek out for themselves.”
 

"Yes, we shall speak of it later, my love," Claudia agrees.

"But how many of you don't attend the Academy," Tyrus wonders.

(OOC: The answer to that is that almost none of the males do not attend. It considered a mark of shame, cowardice, and dishonour. There are a decent number of females that just become wives and mothers and never go, though)
 



Tiberius Lucius Magnus, Male Praetor Warmage

“Well, almost every male attends the academy, as it’s considered a mark of shame, cowardice, and dishonour, for them not to do so, but a fair number of females, become wives and mothers instead,” Tiberius explains. “Why, how does your military work?”

OOC: I would have assumed that anyway, but thanks for clearing it up, and making something I could paraphrase. :D
 

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