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Third Floor Common Room - Monday Morning

Claire was in a great mood this morning. She felt like a huge weight was lifted from her shoulders thanks to her conversation with Dinah last night. Plus there was the whole normal hormones thing.

And maybe thinking about Jon a little.

She was awake far earlier than she needed to be, so she headed down to the common room and found what she needed to bake some cookies. She put the radio on and might even be singing along a little.

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Karla laughed. "Don't worry Claire. Jon is a friend. I would court him for my Court, but not to court, if that makes sense. I am too young for a Consort yet anyway." Honesty made her add, "Perhaps if I had awoken to these feelings sooner, or if you and he had not paired off so quickly, my answer would be different. But 'what if's' do not make 'are so's,' so please don't worry. Our friendship will not interfere with your courtship."

"Your Court? What's a Consort?"

Okay, she had an idea, but she knew that Karla's world was very different.

"And... I don't know exactly what's going on with me and Jon. I mean, I like him. And we went out on a date. But..." she shrugged.

"I am a Sapphire-Jeweled Queen. Once I make the Offering to the Darkness, I will become Glacia's Territory Queen. To do so, however, I must form a Court. A Consort is a position in the First Circle of that Court, whose duties to the Queen are a little more intimate than the rest. Usually, one doesn not become Consort without there being true feelings on both sides, but it is a contractual position like any other member of the Court," Karla explained. "It's like being a lover, except that it's a formalized position in a Court."

"It's still very early to tell if there's potential for him to become your Consort," Karla said, sounding very worldly for a girl who hadn't liked anybody this time last week. But the theories behind sex and relationships were taught like any other lesson. "Or even a boyfriend. 'Have fun and see where it goes' is something my teachers would say about this, I think."

Okay, that was a lot to take in. And even though some of the concepts were still a little bit lost on Claire (Offering to the Darkness?, contractual lovers?), it mostly made sense.

"I, um, am not looking for a consort," she said. In fact, she wasn't supposed to be dating at all, oops, don't tell her dad.

"What about the other people in your Court? Are they, um... intimate?"

"With the Queen or with each other?" Karla asked.

"Um... either? Or?" Claire had no idea how any of that stuff worked. "I am unfamiliar with how royal courts work."

"Generally, members of a Court are allowed to dally with whomever they choose. It's not a Queen's place to police her Court's bedchambers, so long as their decisions don't interfere with their duties," Karla said thoughtfully, floating another cookie over. "A Queen usually won't, not if she has a Consort. If she does, well, I still don't think she makes a habit out of it. Can get a bit messy, I'm sure. And if there is someone in her Court she fancies, she probably just offers him or her the Consort's Ring. Though visiting Queens may avail themselves upon members of the Court, even of they bring their Consorts with them. Usually there are a few males in the Third or Fourth Circle who volunteer for such duties."

"Wow, sounds like people are pretty open about sexual matters where you're from," Claire remarked.

Karla shrugged. "Sex is a fact of life," she said casually. "It makes little sense to hide that. We have rules governing marriage and fidelity, of course, but trying to deny that sex exists and people enjoy it seems pointless."

Claire nodded. "People where I'm from like to pretend that no one has sex unless it's in a marriage and for the purpose of making babies."

Karla frowned. "Why would they do that? It doesn't make any sense at all. This past week proves how foolish that notion is."

"I don't know," Claire said with a shrug. "It's just the way my society views sex."

"Your society is very odd," Karla informed Claire, indulging in a bit of pot-calling-kettle. "Males ruling, people pretending sex doesn't exist, witches being expected to turn people to toads, people dying at eighty and not coming back as demon-dead." She shook her head. "This all takes a lot of getting used to."

Claire smiled. "Yeah, well, your world sounds pretty confusing too."

"Of course it does!" Karla protested. "When your world is insane, sanity appears as an anomaly." She gave Claire a quick grin to show she was--mostly--teasing.

Claire giggled, figuring as much. "I was disappointed that I didn't get to stop by your booth at the fair."

"And I yours. Your meal smelled delightful." Karla smiled at Claire. "I think you would have enjoyed riding unicorns."

"It does sound like fun," she said. "And I can definitely make ribs again sometime."

"...From which animal do these ribs come from?" she asked delicately.

She'd never forgotten Jaenelle and the nightmares about the leg served at Briarwood.

"Pigs," Claire told her. "... are you a vegetarian?"

"Darkness, no!" Karla said, nearly recoiling from the idea. "I just like checking to be sure. You never know what some cultures will eat."

"Okay, that's good," Claire said. "I'd say that around here, pigs, cows and chickens are going to be the most likely animals that get eaten. Oh, and turkeys and geese, though generally those tend to be for holidays and special occasions in my experience. Some people eat lamb, but I've never really cared for it."

Karla nodded approvingly. "I eat those meats. And fish as well. Though I have learned that it is the vegetables that I need to fear. Dinah fed me peppers. Wench." Not that Karla hadn't fully deserved it, in retaliation for the pickleberries.

"Oh, right, I forgot about fish," Claire said. "Seafood isn't big in Texas."

She giggled though. "Not all peppers are hot. It depends on what kind of pepper they are. And most vegetables aren't spicy."

"Humph. I think I'm still going to demand a warning next time I eat anything. I was also fed spicy ice cream the other day." To be fair though, Ronan had warned her. She had just been to busy admiring his hotness to pay much attention.

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