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have twins, one for her, one for them.:
    :You certainly produce lovely children.:
    :Brightstar is a good lad,: he said, shyly. : They’re rightly proud of him - and that's their doing, not mine. But I'm beginning to think I ought to rent myself out. Do you think I could command the same fees as a Shin'a'in stud?:
    :Oh, at least,: she giggled, as he reached for pen and paper.   :Double if your Gift and beautiful silver eyes breed true!:
    He smothered a chuckle, and turned all his attention to the reply the page was waiting for. Dearest friends; of course I'm coming by. Don't you realize that you're my last taste of sanity before I spend the fall with my lunatic family?
    He sealed this last note and handed them all to the page to take away. He stood and hauled the packs over to his bed, resisting the temptation to throw himself there instead of his belongings, and began sorting out the items he'd need for his visit home.
    There was an awful lot of money in there - money he didn't remember getting, but it all seemed to be in those silly little sealed “ stipend ” bags, most of them still unopened. At least a half-dozen. Then again - he hadn't had much to spend it on, going from post to post like a madman, never getting regular meals, seldom sleeping in a real bed. He combined all the bags into one, and tossed the empties onto the table for the servants to collect. Then had second thoughts, and added some coins to the pile of empty bags. No harm in leaving a little something for the ones who kept things picked up for him; they did a good job. They could have just sealed the room up until he returned, but they kept it open and aired, even though that meant extra work. He'd acquired a much greater appreciation for good servants since he'd become a Herald.
    He returned to his packs; there were a lot of small, valuable trinkets he just barely remembered being gifted with in there.
    :Why do people insist on giving me all this stuff?: he asked Yfandes, a little irritably. :It isn't bribery; I'd have sensed that and given it back. :
    :I told you,: she replied. :They wanted something of the excitement of your life to rub off on them, so they give you things. That's what it means to be Herald Vanyel, second only to King's Own.:
    He made a sound of contempt, as he sorted through the things; jewelry mostly.   :I bet they think I have everything I could want. I suppose on a lot of levels, I do. I'm ungrateful, I guess. I don't know why I'm not happier.:
    :Vanyel Ashkevron, you are being an idiot,: she replied acidly.   - .Stop feeling guilty about feeling like you’re overworked and unhappy! You’re only human!:
    :Beloved, I think you know me better than I know myself. : He laughed to keep from wincing; she was cutting a bit too close to the truth. His hand fell on more jewelry, and he changed the subject. :Ah, now these I remember; I bought them honestly.: He selected the three trinkets that he had thought would please Randale, Shavri, and Jisa when he'd seen them; a cloak - clasp for Randale in the form of a vine of Heal-All twining around a beryl the green of a Healer's robes-a pendant that matched for Shavri - and a wonderful little articulated carving of a Companion complete with formal panoply for Jisa. The rest went back into the pack; he would need presents for the mob at Forst Reach, and there was surely enough there to make a start. He paused with the last piece, a crystal mage-focus stone (rose-quartz, sadly, and not a stone he cared to work with) still in his hand.
    :Think Savil would like this?:
    :You know she would. Rose-quartz is her Prime Focus, and you don't often see a crystal that big or that clear.:
    :Good.: He put it with the little gifts on his bedside table.
    The bed looked better than ever.
    :Courtesy calls,: Yfandes reminded him.   :Then you can’t take a nap. Lazy.:
    He groaned. :Too true. Oh, well: He picked up the! crystal and slipped it into his pocket. : Savil first. She'll put me in a good mood for