would I be right in guessing that she wasn't so specific in her request as to tell you what she wanted to hear about of those relationships in particular?
I have many stories. I have six brothers, and they are each quite different. It may take me a bit to try to gather my thoughts on them, but there is plenty to say on some of them that Caroline might find amusing.
*Mun is horribly late on finally replying again, so have a link to a post with descriptions of his take on the people he considers his siblings (it's #4 on that huge page) He'll explain that by their human ages, he's the youngest of them, but by how long they've each lived, he's actually somewhere in the middle, not that it matters much any more, as they're all so old by now. As for stories, glossing over a bit of the rest for you:
A story about how Heldrad decided the atmosphere was far too serious and grim just before most of the human guards and their own clan's ranks left to overthrow a neighboring clan and it's leader, Dumah... so he ran a pair of bright red underwear up the castle's highest flag pole, in place of the red Razielim banner.
Or when Armandus said something about their birdsong-like language that Heldrad took issue with... and so Heldrad used the birdsong nearly exclusively around him, and taught Armandus and the rest of the ranks to pay attention to it finally. He'd sneak around and say things in it that if they ignored, they wouldn't know to duck when he threw cloth balls at them. And sometimes he didn't say anything, since the actual birds would comment on what he was up to near them. Armandus finally had to concede that it was a good way to speak without any of their prey knowing it was more than a real bird communicating something, and that they could listen to the ravens for hunting advice, and ought to more often.
Or when Heldrad and some humans distilled bean tea (yes, Avitus means coffee) and worked the result into candies and gave them to him, and he wasn't able to sleep for three days, by which point he'd finished the whole bag, which was as big as both of his fists. (That's... a lot of caffeinated candy. Or maybe it was just that highly caffeinated....) But the result was, he got far more work done in those few days than he had in the last month, and the candy's now highly prized among the hunters and guards.
Or when Vedast would dissect Jether, to study their kind's anatomy... and Jether learned how to use his telekinesis from the Spectral realm, and cause Vedast's tools to float up around him, instead of behaving and lying still where they ought to. Because Jether can be a mischievous brat; he takes after Heldrad that way as well.
Or the time Heldrad replaced the painting in Gabriel's office of the Citadel landscape, the buildings and everything... with similar paintings, each of different locations, every other day. (He'd commissioned those from Avitus not long prior to that, but hadn't said what he wanted them for. Not that the pictures themselves were unusual or suspicious.) On the last day, it was a picture of a group of ravens, tails raised to the viewer, peeking back behind them with their tongues out. (He's not sure where Heldrad got that one; likely it was a human artist.) ....Gabriel took all of the location paintings from Heldrad, and had them placed around the administrative building. And He thinks he saw the one of the ravens in Gabriel's own quarters, but he could've been mistaken; it was ages ago.
There was also the time Zeno managed to confuse Richter into agreeing that he ought to give Heldrad free reign to do whatever he'd like for a month. Richter figured out almost immediately what he'd just said, though, so that didn't happen; Zeno didn't rise to Richter's indignant outburst after that, but gave him another suggestion he did take. (Avitus only knew about that one because he was nearby and overheard on accident.)
Then the times Heldrad put dye in Richter's oils, and thus stained him green all over. Or the times he'd steal all of Richter's toiletries but for his comb, and hide it somewhere within Richter's own quarters, if he didn't make off with it entirely. Or the time he-- Well, most of the incidents that happened between them seemed to be things Heldrad was responsible for, honestly. :|a
There was one time that Richter got him back by rigging something like a small catapult in his bedroom. When Heldrad opened the door to enter, a fake Zephonim -- a vampire of another clan, not too much unlike eight-foot-tall humanoid spiders, skinny and long-limbed and pale white with red eyes -- was flung directly at him. He heard his scream from all the way down the not-inconsiderable hall.
Richter and Heldrad have some sort of eternally-ongoing prank war with each other, sometimes lighthearted fun and other times bordering on malicious, but they're quite close, all the same. He knows they go out hunting together, and take care of each other too, preening and rubbing knots from the other's back and whatnot.*
I have other tales if you would like still more, but hopefully Caroline will enjoy some of those, and you as well?
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A story about how Heldrad decided the atmosphere was far too serious and grim just before most of the human guards and their own clan's ranks left to overthrow a neighboring clan and it's leader, Dumah... so he ran a pair of bright red underwear up the castle's highest flag pole, in place of the red Razielim banner.
Or when Armandus said something about their birdsong-like language that Heldrad took issue with... and so Heldrad used the birdsong nearly exclusively around him, and taught Armandus and the rest of the ranks to pay attention to it finally. He'd sneak around and say things in it that if they ignored, they wouldn't know to duck when he threw cloth balls at them. And sometimes he didn't say anything, since the actual birds would comment on what he was up to near them. Armandus finally had to concede that it was a good way to speak without any of their prey knowing it was more than a real bird communicating something, and that they could listen to the ravens for hunting advice, and ought to more often.
Or when Heldrad and some humans distilled bean tea (yes, Avitus means coffee) and worked the result into candies and gave them to him, and he wasn't able to sleep for three days, by which point he'd finished the whole bag, which was as big as both of his fists. (That's... a lot of caffeinated candy. Or maybe it was just that highly caffeinated....) But the result was, he got far more work done in those few days than he had in the last month, and the candy's now highly prized among the hunters and guards.
Or when Vedast would dissect Jether, to study their kind's anatomy... and Jether learned how to use his telekinesis from the Spectral realm, and cause Vedast's tools to float up around him, instead of behaving and lying still where they ought to. Because Jether can be a mischievous brat; he takes after Heldrad that way as well.
Or the time Heldrad replaced the painting in Gabriel's office of the Citadel landscape, the buildings and everything... with similar paintings, each of different locations, every other day. (He'd commissioned those from Avitus not long prior to that, but hadn't said what he wanted them for. Not that the pictures themselves were unusual or suspicious.) On the last day, it was a picture of a group of ravens, tails raised to the viewer, peeking back behind them with their tongues out. (He's not sure where Heldrad got that one; likely it was a human artist.) ....Gabriel took all of the location paintings from Heldrad, and had them placed around the administrative building. And He thinks he saw the one of the ravens in Gabriel's own quarters, but he could've been mistaken; it was ages ago.
There was also the time Zeno managed to confuse Richter into agreeing that he ought to give Heldrad free reign to do whatever he'd like for a month. Richter figured out almost immediately what he'd just said, though, so that didn't happen; Zeno didn't rise to Richter's indignant outburst after that, but gave him another suggestion he did take. (Avitus only knew about that one because he was nearby and overheard on accident.)
Then the times Heldrad put dye in Richter's oils, and thus stained him green all over. Or the times he'd steal all of Richter's toiletries but for his comb, and hide it somewhere within Richter's own quarters, if he didn't make off with it entirely. Or the time he-- Well, most of the incidents that happened between them seemed to be things Heldrad was responsible for, honestly. :|a
There was one time that Richter got him back by rigging something like a small catapult in his bedroom. When Heldrad opened the door to enter, a fake Zephonim -- a vampire of another clan, not too much unlike eight-foot-tall humanoid spiders, skinny and long-limbed and pale white with red eyes -- was flung directly at him. He heard his scream from all the way down the not-inconsiderable hall.
Richter and Heldrad have some sort of eternally-ongoing prank war with each other, sometimes lighthearted fun and other times bordering on malicious, but they're quite close, all the same. He knows they go out hunting together, and take care of each other too, preening and rubbing knots from the other's back and whatnot.*
I have other tales if you would like still more, but hopefully Caroline will enjoy some of those, and you as well?
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These are fine. But I would let you know if I wish to hear more.
[The inherent culture seem interesting to her.]