#innath

[damarcore]

do you....have any headcanons abt Innath...?

fam. do u know i love u??

a lot of this is going to feature innath and corlath being friends because,,,,,i want it.

- innath is the youngest rider, just two years younger than the king himself, and the first rider corlath made after he became king.

- innath is a fourth son from a less-than-wealthy family, and occasionally reminds corlath that he's being stupid about wealth. corlath appreciates innath Using His Words, because when they first met as tween-ish kids, innath socked him in the teeth during a conversation about why innath's family didn't just Have Servants to cook for them.

(corlath was too surprised to do anything but realize he'd probably fucked up. he did have to explain the split lip to his parents, who were extremely chill about the whole thing and in fact heartily approved of corlath having a friend too disgruntled with his entire existence to be dazzled by him.)

- innath cares about rules™ only if breaking them will get him in trouble. the number of ways rulebreaking could get him in trouble shrunk to almost nothing the day he became a rider. corlath lives in fear of the day innath realizes this.

- when harry and corlath got engaged harry says he danced her around because he had no dignity. i don't have a headcanon to put here i just think that's cute.

- innath has to argue with himself for a good long while before he'll follow corlath to kidnap harry. he didn't swear loyalty to his king, but to his friend, and he doesn't know a lot about kelar but this is.....morally not great, and he's fairly certain friends are supposed to stop friends from doing dumb shit. however, he can see in corlath's face when he tries to explain himself to faran that he doesn't really understand it either, so innath shuts up and hopes the woman won't cry.

- once when corlath is still very newly king he cries in front of innath. innath.......makes an attempt to comfort him. corlath stops crying to ask innath What The Fuck?

(please picture innath saying "there there???" with audible question marks, putting one hand on corlath's head, and Leaving It There for five minutes. that's what happened.)

- innath tries to be the "you kicked a bully in the face, high five here's a candy and your bedtime is never" uncle Exactly Once and then realizes children are holy terrors when hyped up on sugar at midnight. corlath and harry just laugh and laugh and laugh.

- canon can fight me out back of the arby's, innath and richard crewe Fall In Love. at first innath just thinks it's funny to scandalize harry's big brother but later goes Aw Shit. Aw Shit He's Cute. Oh No. (they eventually bond over having to worry about kelar-stricken dumbasses.)

i think that's it! thanks for the ask!!

edit: for some reason this post isn't showing up in the tags, but it IS my 69th post on this blog, and i feel like that's very in line with innath's entire character

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ok but ever since ur post about harry and corlath's children where u said smth like "corlath is too thrilled with his life to deny his children, esp when it's so unimportant" all i can think about is one of them when they are Small braiding his hair with flowers and getting sad when he tries to take it down and then he ends up going to some Very Important Kingly Meeting with a flower crown and keeping a straight face while harry's dying of laughter. (i hope your day is going well!)

Let’s be clear, Corlath is nailing the fuck out of fatherhood.  He’s acing that shit.  (He remarks very dryly, with tiny baby Aerin Amelia reaching up to clutch in fascination at his hair, that corralling armies is good training for corralling children.)  Now, Tor takes very much after his father once he’s older, trending toward seriousness with a deadpan sense of humor, but as a baby he’s talkative.  Not, like, coherent, but he’ll sit there and just kind of babble at you for as long as you seem to be paying attention.  He is also very attached to his parents and something of a hit at court--of course he is, the child of their hero-king and their damalur-sol, of Corlath, direct down the centuries from the Dragon Slayer, and Harimad, Hurler of Mountains.

(”Oh, gods, they’re really going to call me that,” Harry murmurs in horror to Corlath at a feast not long after their wedding, and Corlath laughs at her, and the fire in the hearth snaps and crackles and a grinning pale face flashes for a moment before vanishing.)

So when Tor just can’t bear to be left with his nurse, a very patient woman who puts up with A Lot from the royal family, Corlath and Harry look at each other and shrug and just take him with them.  He sits on one of their laps, as they hold court from their twin stone thrones, and sometimes when he starts burbling away his parents--more often Corlath, much to the surprise of everyone--will pause and listen attentively, and tell the petitioner in a grave tone “Well, you see, the young lord believes that you should bring your neighbor next week and he’ll see what can be done to resolve your dispute.”  It makes open court about a hundred and fifty times more entertaining for everyone.  Tor’s first birthday present from Innath is a tiny version of his father’s crown, carved out of wood, and Tor immediately attempts to put it in his mouth.

Aerin is much quieter as an infant, and only too glad to toddle behind her older brother, so she attends court less than Tor did.  However, she does enjoy flowers very much, so the court is disappointed to not have a small child in attendance, but they’re enjoying the periodical appearance of their sovereigns with crowns of whatever Aerin could get her hands on.  She decides very young that Corlath looks best in daisies, and she likes to find the reddest pimchies to weave into Harry’s golden hair.

When Jack is a baby, things are pretty quiet.  Aerin carries on with draping her parents in local flora (Jack and Aerin are very close in age), and Jack mostly smiles and blinks and coos quietly.  He’s a very compliant sort of infant.

Then Jack’s kelar comes in when he’s seven and the court gets a lot more lively.  Corlath and Harry can’t in good conscience leave Jack with his nurse--can’t really leave him with anyone but themselves or Luthe or his siblings, for fear that his strength might get the best of him.  So he starts coming to court, and banquets, and whatever else Tor and/or Aerin is attending with their parents, and he’s still a kid, so sometimes his magic sort of...leaks.

They got the chandelier back on the ceiling eventually, with Harry’s help, and honestly he and Tor didn’t mean to animate the fine china and, well, Corlath got it under control anyway, didn’t he?

Hari, of course, attends court pretty much from day one, because by then Tor is old enough to be there in a slightly more formal capacity as the not-yet-formalized-but-still-recognized Crown Prince who could do with seeing how a country works.  Between the draw of her beloved eldest brother and her parents, Hari can’t be pried away.

Then she turns three and she’s walking reliably and she can talk and it’s very hard to keep her under control, so she starts causing trouble at court.  And banquets.  And every other place she’s allowed to roam free.

“Honestly, Jackie,” Harry sighs, surveying the damage to the banquet hall that needs to actually host a banquet in three hours.  The walls are scorched and the chandelier is down again, among other, more solveable problems.  “What happened?”

“I just turned my back for a minute,” Jack says helplessly.  “Tor’s off with Papa and Aerin’s fixing her gown and she told me to keep an eye on Hari and--”  He gestures to his little sister, who has soot smudged across every visible inch of skin and a seraphic smile on her face.  “I only looked away for a couple minutes, I swear.”

“I believe you, Jackie,” Harry says, and drops a kiss on his hair.  It’s difficult to manage this while also trying to look forbidding in her youngest’s direction.  “Hari,” she calls.

“Yes, Mama?” Hari says brightly.

“How did this happen?”

“I found a recipe in an old book, Mama.  Only I don’t think I did it right, because instead of just making smoke it exploded.”

“You don’t say?”

Needless to say, the banquet is held outside in the setting sun, and Corlath and Harry try not to look too visibly amused and/or dismayed when Hari pops out from under her sister’s skirts to steal a fistful of grapes.

[zosonils]

If Bowser and Eggman are married and Bowser Jr and Metal Sonic are their kids, I think it's safe to say that Mario is Sonic's dad while Tails is more closer to his uncle Luigi

yeah mario and luigi are sonic’s [and by extension tails’] exasperated uncles who love him very much but want him to please stop-a sticking your hand innathe toaster because you’rea curious about what will happen. what will happen issa fire. sonic continues to stick his hand in the toaster anyway because he has adhd and is perpetually chronically understimulated but he at least apologises after making a racket stomping on his glove to extinguish it and waking up uncle luigi’s ghost dog who started howling and got every other dog in the neighbourhood joining in

[hedgehogreads]

The king’s zotar was put up, and it was obvious that it was the king’s, for it was the biggest, but this one was plain, a dull dun color, and the door was just a tent flap, and inside there were a few carpets, and hooks on side poles for lanterns, but that was all; although the black-and-white banner still flew bravely from the peak of the roof. She and the king and Murfoth and most of the Riders--Innath and Mathin among them--slept within it; but she lay awake a long time listening to the others breathe. You didn’t hear the person next to you breathing if there wasn’t a ceiling over you to keep the noise closed in. She missed the stars.

 - Robin McKinley, The Blue Sword

[vyinter]

*mallu voice* ok guYYss ippo samayam 9 in the morning and innathe quota kazhinju

[the-dot]

more blue sword shenanigans i like to think about, in no particular order:

1. harry bites into a peeled orange like an apple. "what?" she says, as her family looks on in horror.

"that's not how you eat oranges," says mathin.

"they are PRE-SLICED by NATURE," says innath. "WHAT IS THE POINT OF THAT....CARNAGE"

"what the fuck are you talking about," harry says, but proceeds to eats her orange like a normal goddamn person

---

2. kentarre: your brother is really hot, can i bang him

harry: as long as you promise never to call my brother hot in my presence ever again you can do whatever you want

harry, later: .....this is gonna be fuckin hilarious

kentarre goes up to richard, who is sitting with jack.

"you are very hot and i would like to bang you," she says in damarian.

richard, who does not yet speak damarian: ?????????

jack laughs until he cries. kentarre fumes for a minute, then resolves to teach richard damarian so that she can flirt with him aggressively and Get A Piece Of That Ass. he learns the curse words for many things. the first time he unknowingly says something utterly filthy in damarian and looks at her hopefully she is struck with one single clear thought.

"i'm gonna marry this nerd," she decides, and promptly asks if she can bang him, because that was her original intention and kentarre is a go-getter.

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3. "hey," corlath says. "does richard hate me?"

"????" says harry. "no??? i dont think so?? why?"

harry, internally: do i need to kill my brother

"haha just had a thought," corlath says. "it's all fine."

narrator: it was not all fine, however

corlath proceeds to be sad bc he wants to have family but it kinda seems like??? harry's family doesn't like him?? which is understandable, he supposes, seeing as he basically kidnapped an entire person without any actual reason beyond that he thought she Might be helpful.

harry, however, is having None Of That Bullshit, and corners richard.

"what the fuck did you do to my husband," she demands. "he asked me if i thought you hated him and now he's SAD."

richard: ???? what the fuck???? no???? i'm terrified of him???? why the FUCK would i make him upset

harry: ohhh oh dear

harry promptly drags richard into a room with corlath.

"neither of you dislike each other and i love you both and you both love me," she announces, "so make friends."

(they do, with her help.)

---

4. this is less shenanigans and more Assorted Feelings About The First Royal Baby: corlath absolutely cries when he sees his son for the first time.

"he's so small," he says, barely able to even look at him, because he's destroyed things less fragile with barely a glance. "i'm gonna hurt him, harry, oh gods."

"nonsense," harry says, and pulls her husband closer so that he can hold their son.

baby tor mathin absolutely adores his parents. like, he cries and cries and cries when they aren't in the room, and his parents don't have the heart to let him, so he ends up going almost everywhere with them for the first year and a half of his life. everyone is delighted by this arrangement. harry catches corlath singing tor mathin to sleep more than once and falls a little more in love with him each time.

"my boys," she says affectionately each time, and corlath is so indescribably happy with his life that it hurts a little.

---

5. somehow, the gang ends up somewhere with lots and lots of snow. three things happen:

a) innath, upon discovering that snow can be rolled into balls, slam-dunks a basketball-sized snowball onto corlath's head. it turns into War.

b) harry and corlath organize a snowball fight where they are on opposing teams, complete with forts and strategies and it kind of looks like an actual war. jack is both awed and horrified. it ends with no one the victor but everyone cold and wet. the king and queen disappear somewhere ""to warm up"" and predictably aren't seen until the next morning.

c) richard suggests ice skating, because somehow they have ice skates, and kentarre is delighted by the idea.

"KNIFE SHOES," she says, somehow doing backwards figure eights despite never having been on skates in her life

"what the fuck," corlath says, watching in horror

everyone who skates regrets it immensely the next day.

---

6. tor mathin can talk to animals, and he loves them. all of them. usually this is cute---an exasperated isfahel will come up to harry with tor mathin's collar in his teeth, drop him in his mother's lap, and walk away in a huff because tor had tried to wander away from the camp a lot of times and there is only so much herding isfahel is willing to do; he spends so much time with narknon that she treats him like a kitten and hisses at anyone she doesn't like who comes too near him; he convinces tsornin to help him onto his back and ride around the city. other times he will excitedly show his parents a new friend, and it's a cobra or a giant, feral dog that attacks every human that comes near it but is an angel to the prince. corlath has about three heart attacks every time he hears tor say "papa, look, i made a new friend!"

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7. narknon......does not make life easy for corlath.

"i'm sorry," harry says laughingly when narknon is sprawled over corlath's half of the bed, and he would be more annoyed but he cares a lot less when she scoots over and turns and holds out a hand to him and they hold each other all that night.

"are you serious," corlath says flatly, glaring at narknon, who has seated herself in his chair at the dinner table when she had been sitting in the chair next to harry before he'd gotten up for a fraction of a second. narknon smiles a cat smile at him while harry tries valiantly not to laugh.

he gives up when he's trying to hold court with harry, not long after their marriage, and narknon is sitting on his throne.

("i do like cats," he argues later, while harry laughs so hard that tears stream down her face. "it's only that your cat thinks her purpose in life is to inconvenience me in every way possible, and i am fond of her, but she is a goddamned nuisance.")

[damarcore]

Several glasses of wine into the night, Harry draped herself over Corlath's shoulders, burying her face in his hair.

"I've come to a realization," she announced, slightly muffled. "You're secretly a cat."

"I see," Corlath said seriously. "What makes you think so?"

She slid off him, and he spared a moment to pout at her; she stuck her tongue out at him in a very unqueenly manner. "I have...evidence. You're a cat that found a human skin and started walking around in it, but never lost your cat manners."

"What manners are those?" asked Faran, enjoying everything about this far too much. "What's your evidence?"

Harry sat upright very quickly; too quickly, perhaps, for her current state, but she recovered well enough. "He's prickly until you get to know him better," she began, holding up a hand to count.

"Too easy," Innath dismissed. "What else?"

"I'm not finished," Harry said, offended. "He's also very jealous of other cats. When I'm petting Narknon, he gets huffy until I start paying attention to him, too."

"I do that when we are in bed and I'm trying to enjoy your presence without getting fur up my nose," Corlath protested, but it was lost in Harry's next reason.

"He likes to take naps in the sun and is prone to ridiculous amounts of activity in the middle of the night."

"Activity," Innath said slyly, and Harry threw her bread roll at him, then another at Corlath when he grinned at her cheerfully.

"He's also a smug bastard," Harry said flatly, and the table erupted into chaos.

[marinaja]

No Hoover is A compliment

Dear me, still seeking validation? Please stop. Keep moving, improving yes you’re aloud to be feel fragile or overwhelmed. But learn to take a deep breath always. God will helping you.

Give a time for your self to pray, remember when your really surrender every night. Asking for healing.

Di block lg? Lah knapa dah ni si primon. Kaga ada direct contact. Nape love booming nya udah ke arah discard/devaluation? Lah cepet juga. Kaga diapa2in. Just a direct statement to the narcissistic person.

Antara carolinaivola/pratitha/TathyaG/ranggi/Innath/Banyak ya sekali main. Gampang ketebak. He doing love booming for several woman well play.

I believe now he knows that all of this time, I’m understood his card. And what he didn’t predict I’ll lashing out and telling him the truth direct. That’s the main reason his doing gaslighting, and not hovering around. Cause I know his card.

Now his search a lot of supply, a lot attention that might full fill that co-dependent. Cause my word is very scattered his mind. I believe his going that circle very deep with my word a long the way.

So yes, I’m enjoying the karma games. I’m just set back and let the thing the way should be. No need react, your word is very much give a powerful impact in his subconscious mind. Especially at midnight.

[uweyvi]

Cuin Innath - Part One

Cuin Innath

Alive Heart

Laindawar walked in silence. His long, blonde hair swaying with every movement. His pale, blue eyes scanning the horizon for any change or danger.

Yet, he felt conflicted. A week had passed since the night she had kissed him. What bothered him was she acted like nothing had happened. She embodied silence when it came to it. The one moment they had, had alone she did not speak. Instead she had smiled at him and remained silent.

Was she rejecting him? Was he reading too much into this? He was confused and he needed to figure this out.

His icy, blue gaze moved from the horizon to the tall, Hisildic elf. She was walking beside the cart. Her long, dark auburn hair barely moving as she walked. It had been so thick against his thigh. When it grazed his hand it had been so soft…

He looked at Mui, studying her with an appraising eye. She had such a warm-color to her. He could almost feel the radiance coming off of her. She was vibrant and full of laughter. Quick were her smiles and she loved fiercely. That much was evident with how she protected and tended to Meluiwen.

But why was she avoiding him?! A growl escaping him as he tore his gaze away from her. His eyes hard as his thoughts turned from how she was so alive to how she was avoiding him.

“Youve’ been glaring at her again.” Jeri pointed out as they looked up at Laindawar.

“I don't know what you are talking about." Laindawar growled out. His gaze never wavering from the horizon.

“Yes you do.” Jeri retorted. Their own gaze going over to the elf-woman.

She was looking at Laindawar. Her smile soft and almost nervous as her silver eyes studied his profile. Yet, when she noticed Jeri watching her she smiled at him before looking away.

A exasperated sigh escaped Jeri. They were so avoiding each other. What had happened between them? That was something Jeri would like to know. They had come back disheveled and that had lead to much teasing from theirself.

Then Laindawar walked off towards the horizon and Jeri sighed. Really? Was now the time to just walk off?

“What are you doing?” Jeri called out, their voice clearly showing their exasperation.

“Scouting.”

  “The markets in the court are amazing.”  Kara explained. Her dark eyes gleaming as she looked up at the tall elf-maid. Her hands moving about her passionately as she talked. “And the crystalline lights are absolutely beautiful.”

Muil listened to the dwarrowdam politely. Appreciating her zeal on the matter of her home. Kara was so animated when she spoke of her home that it struck a long-buried chord with her. However, when Kara started to trail off about something Muil found herself watching Laindawar. Her eyes widening as he left the group to go, she assumed, scout ahead. Worry filling her stomach when she looked back down at Kara.

The young dwarrowdam had her eyebrow raised and she was giving Muil a look that made Muil feel rather uneasy. A sinking feeling in the pit of her stomach that this young dwarrowdam could see right through her.

It was a very unnerving feeling.

Gulping Muil continued to look down at Kara. Her eyebrows knitting together.  “What is wrong Kara?” Muil asked nervously.

Kara just shook her head. Her black hair swaying around her face as she did so. It wasn’t a hard shake. Just a shake like she was clearing her head.  Then she looked up at Muil again. Curiosity clearly written in her dark eyes.

“What about your home?” Kara finally asked.

“What is there to say about it?” Muil asked in a gentle yet firm tone. “I have not been there in a very long time.”

Seeing the questioning look in Kara’s eyes she looked away. But then she looked down at her hands. Her eyes tracing the intricate tattoos there.

“It became a place where I no longer felt at home at. I had changed to much and the Tinnutaur had changed as well. We are on divergent paths.”

“How so?” Kara asked. Rather curious as how Muil was able to just leave her home and never look back. That was something she could personally never do.

Smiling nervously she continued to avert her eyes. “Our stances on orcs are quite different. Mine differs greatly from the populace and in the end….it was…”

Muil stopped and continued to look at Kara. Her eyes softening as she bit her full, bottom lip. Then she sighed and looked to Meluiwen’s sleeping form.  

Muil finally spoke. Her gaze going back to Kara. “I want to make a world where Meluiwen will not be considered evil because of her race.” Then Muil looked down at her tattoo-covered hands and grimaced.  “Because, unlike your kind….elves are corruptible. And in our corruption we became something else, something...that did not belong.”

Then Muil looked down at Kara and smiled brightly. “ Yet, I have much hope for this world. I know that things have been filled with darkness. I have watched the darkness grow...and done all I could to stop it.”

“How old are you?” Kara blurted out.

Laughter escaped Muil at this. Her grey eyes once again growing in happiness. “I don’t know!”

“But, but…”

“Oh little laintari I am an elf keeping track of years is pointless.” Muil said with a rather unladylike shrug.

Kara narrowed her eyes for a second but then shrugged on her own. At least she got a straight answer from Muil.

As they continued to walk a soft silence carried on between them. It was not uncomfortable but instead it was rather comforting and friendly between Kara and Muil. The other members of the companionship were off doing their things. Jeri was still on point for most of the journey,  Laindawar was off scouting ahead, and Meluiwen was sleeping.

Then shadows appeared on the horizon. First it was a small speck but as they moved towards it it grew bigger and bigger. Soon the shapes could be made out. One was a person and the other was large, wooly creature with two horns.

Moving quickly, before Kara or Jeri could react, Muil was waving at the silhouettes. A bright, winsome smile on her face.

“Galu Rhovan!” she called as she waved frantically.

“Gi suilon bain!” came an androgynous voice from over the steppe. The person on the horizon arm waving just as wildly in greeting.

Kara looked to Jeri and Jeri looked at Kara confusion clearly written on their faces. Who was this person? Why were they so happy to see each other? Why hadn’t Laindawar seen this person? All of these questions were unanswered.

As Muil brought the cart to a stop she started to laugh. Rhovan was running at her full speed. Their long, braided hair thumping against their back. Once they reached Muil they flung themselves at her. Pulling the taller Muil into a tight hug.

“Gi suilon Muil!” They purred into her ear. A bright giggle escaping the elf that was currently clamped onto Muil. Then she pulled back and grinned at her.

“How have you been gorgeous? Who are these people? Who was that short, surly fellow I snuck around?” Rhovan asked in quick succession.

“ I am fine Rhovan.” Muil answered with a bright smile of her own.  “These are my current traveling companions Jeri, and Kara. The short fellow?....That was probably Laindawar.”

“Definitely Laindawar.” Muil suddenly added as she saw the short elf appear on the horizon.

“If possible his face has turned even sourer?” Rhovan purred. Gently running their hand down Muil’s spine. “Is it odd I find it cute?”

“Not at all.” Muil whispered. Leaning in closer to Rhovan with a chuckle. “Drin no ex.”

“Yuvo?” Rhovan asked. Slipping into the predominate language of the steppe known only as Dransta.

“ú-Ete ebbrax.” Muil sighed brushing back some of her hair as she watched

“Jenvaxtig?”

“Fide!” Muil burst out her cheeks flaming as she looked away from the Rhovan. Jeri and Kara just stared at them. They didn’t quite follow what the two elves were saying.

Making his way back to the group Laindawar stopped cold in his tracks. Who was this person Muil was talking too? What the blazes was going on?

Saying nothing he made his way back to the group and stood near Jeri. Giving Jeri a look that clearly read. ‘You will fill me in on this later’.

 Sindarin

Galu - blessings

Gi Suilon Bain - Greetings beautiful

Gi Suilon Muil - Greetings Muil.

 Dransta (Produced by Vulgar...go check it out!)

Drin no ex - (literally) He to me; (Derived) I agree.

Yuvo - (literally) Family.

u-Ete ebbrax - No; Up breath ; (Derived) No, but I wish.

Jenvaxtig - (literally) Heat

Fide - (Literally) Behave

Dedicated to @determamfidd. If any characterization is wrong please let me know! Goodness knows I STRUGGLED with this piece. So this, as is all my writing, in constant editing. 

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(sword Anon) omg haha i thought abt saying THIS IS A BLUE SWORD ASK but i was running out of space!! thank you for answering! also if i may ask, what do you think would have happened if corlath had waited to ask harry to marry him? would it have ever happened, or would he have just flailed eternally? would mathin still be alive? would, if he were, have died of exasperation? (good luck on your MCATs!!! i hope your day goes well!!)

I mean, let’s be real: there’s only so much that the Riders can TAKE.  They’re only human.  Even the most patient of them reaches the end of their rope eventually.  That being said: Corlath is very stubborn and Harry is very oblivious.

So here’s my guess.

Yes, Mathin does live.  Corlath welcomes Harry back with honor and a tight embrace and the return of her sash, and there’s a beat where they look at each other and Harry opens her mouth, and Corlath takes a breath, and then...it passes.  Corlath smiles at her, faint and wistful, and Harry grins.  In the healer’s tent, Corlath grips Harry’s shoulders and holds her up and bleeds himself dry of kelar because it’s her doing the asking, and he tells himself that this will be enough.  She will sit at his left hand as Rider all her life, and that will be enough.  He will figure out a solution to the problem of succession some other time.  At the moment, Harry is alive and strong and wild with kelar, performing miracles under his hands, and he could not ask for more than that.

And so life pretty much goes on.  No one really talks about that time where their king was wearing his Rider’s sash, at least not around either of them.  Plenty of people discuss it on their own time, though, and none more so than the rest of the Riders.  Harry is one of them, the Daughter of the Riders--Mathin’s affectionate nickname is taken up with enthusiasm after her dramatic victory against Thurra--and they love their king, and they’re both respectably intelligent people so what the fuck is taking so long.  It’s obvious to literally anyone who spends more then a minute and a half in the company of the court that the King and the Rider at his left hand are soulmates.  Except, apparently, Harry, and--they’re all extremely aware of this--Corlath would never push.  

Richard and Kentarre get married and Corlath officiates, Jack is made a King’s Rider instead of a Queen’s.  Aerin visits Harry in fires and dreams and around halfway through the winter rains, when Harry complains that she misses sun and sword training and riding and racing with Corlath, Aerin laughs until tears are dripping off the end of her nose and Harry is scowling.

“Oh, Harimad,” Aerin wheezes once she’s breathing again.  “I can hardly judge you myself, but honestly.”

“What?” Harry demands, annoyed.  She got over her shock and awe a long time back.  Aerin doesn’t even answer her, just flaps a hand and fades away as Harry wakes.

The Riders start out kind of assuming that Corlath will move on and Harry will carry on in blissful ignorance, but it rapidly becomes clear that It Is Not So.  Corlath watches Harry mutter curses as she stubbornly learns Hill embroidery techniques with an unreasonable degree of warmth in his eyes, and Harry has fallen asleep in Corlath’s study when kelar dreams keep her restless more times than she can count.  The Riders progressively go from “this will definitely sort itself out one way or another” to “we might need to have a discreet word with Corlath about taking action” to “wow, these people need an actual legitimate matchmaking crew” within the months of the rains.  Then they take bets on who’s going to choke to death on the unresolved affection and confront them with it first.

Two weeks before the rains end, the Riders and the king are enjoying a casual dinner.  Innath watches Corlath silently wave away one of the hafor approaching Harry with a plate of spiced stik meat--she can’t stand the smoked flavor--and Harry smiles brightly at him, a little nod of thanks, and Innath--

Well, Innath cracks.

“I’m out, gentlemen,” he announces to the table at large, rising to his feet and bracing both hands on the table.  A quiet ooooh of excitement winds around the table as Innath gives his king a mildly desperate look.

“Innath?” Corlath asks, raising his brows.

“May I speak freely?”

“Always,” Corlath agrees, bemused.

“My lord,” Innath says, clear and slow, “has it come to your attention that it will be spring in a fortnight?”

“...yes?”

“We are on diplomatic terms with the Outlanders, and the Northerners are defeated.”

“We’re all aware,” Corlath confirms, obviously amused.  Harry is almost giggling beside him.

“Right,” Innath says.  He takes a deep breath, squares his shoulders, and says, “Has it occurred to you that this spring would be an ideal time for a wedding?”

Harry perks up, still smiling.  “Are you getting married?  You didn’t tell the rest of us.”

Innath clearly can’t think of a response to this for a moment, staring at her while the other Riders watch, riveted.  “I’m--no,” he finally says.  “I just--listen, Harimad.  Do you love Corlath?”

Harry’s smile evaporates to leave shocked silence in its place.  “I--”  The moment of intense thought is followed by visible revelation, and she shoots a borderline panicked look at Corlath.  “What?”  

“I think that looks like a yes,” Forloy says, raising a glass to Innath in a silent gesture of it’s all you and takes a swallow of wine.

“Corlath, you love Harimad, and everyone in this room knows it,” Innath says, barreling on without thinking--honestly if he thinks, he’s going to run out of the room, he knows it.  “So why don’t the two of you do something about it?  Like getting married this spring.”  He toasts the two of them with his own wine glass, quaffs it in one, and tells the other Riders, “Right, I think that’s our cue, after you, Faran.”

No one, not even the hafor, ever actually knows what conversation happens in the dining room after the Riders pile out into the hallway.  

But the next day Corlath and Harry issue a formal announcement that they’ll be wedded in three weeks, at the height of the spring blooming season.  They’re holding hands below the railing of the stone balcony overlooking the courtyard, and even Corlath is smiling, honest and happy, as he looks down at Harry by his side.

Mathin collects a handsome sum of cash, but he cares more about the way Harry laughs and touches the gold sash at her waist.

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30for30creating day 9: more writing! i did.....lots of words. i think there was like 190 in a 30 minute period, which is WACKY for me. here's a snippet:

"This is ridiculous," Innath said as they rode, muffled by the wind and his scarf. "Normally you give us warning before you need us to ride and save a lover in distress. It's midnight. I was sleeping."