She's a year older than me. If I were at all sensible, I'd go home for a dozen or two years, and come back older than everyone else, and act wise and mysterious and traditional. Hezimikkinen said as much. Which isn't quite a good enough reason not to do it, no matter what I said when we were screaming and blowing flame at each other. When I'm six hundred years old I might take a vacation like that, but I'm barely thirty. Hmph.
The "no" was clumsy of me. Iska's parents are *farmers*. That would be fine if she were Herethroy, but she's Rassimel. She's very foreign - not from Ketheria, but from some branch one layer down. She's not a noble - they don't do nobility properly down there, anyway. She seemed nice enough, and after we met her we told her it was probably OK but we should talk about it among ourselves. I wasn't very comfortable, but I sort of agreed . . . then when Dustweed trotted off on four legs to tell Iska that she could move in, I went into a panic. I had expected to live with foreigners, but Iska is *very* foreign, too foreign. Thery shrugged, and said she didn't care that much one way or another, as long as we got someone to pay the rent. I took a hat from Dustweed's side of the room, and sent a -Silent Words- to zir and told zir to say no. Zie was not terribly pleased with me when zie got back. Iska had evidently offered to pay the full year's rent in advance ... I'm glad she's not living with us, but I don't want to have to explain to her why
