Birthday story for i_am_zan
Tenpou strolled down the main
staircase of Western Army HQ, out the main entrance between the saluting
guards, and into the wide front courtyard: and there came to a sudden stop. Two
tall figures were walking towards him, heads turned together in conversation.
Pure white and pure black, a startling visual contrast: his own commander,
Goujun, and Goujun's brother Gouen, commander of the Army of the North. Tenpou
pulled himself to attention while assuring himself, out the corner of his eye,
that every soldier in sight was doing the same.
The two dragon kings halted some
three metres from him.
"Thanks for walking me
back," Goujun said. "And thanks again for all your kindness,
Gouen."
"Not at all, Third Brother.
My renewed congratulations on this auspicious occasion." The two brothers
exchanged a smile, suggestive of something that Tenpou couldn't pinpoint. Gouen
put fist to breast and bowed, soldier-like; gave Tenpou a glance and a small
nod; and then turned and strode off. Goujun came over to Tenpou's side, looking
vaguely pleased with life. A small smile lurked about the corners of his mouth:
he seemed for once actually happy.
"Well, Marshal. Anything
new?"
Tenpou saluted. "No
sir."
"Good. Come up to my office.
We should probably review those dispositions while we have time." He
started off and Tenpou followed in his wake, chewing his lip a little.
"Mh, sir-" he began as
they mounted the stairs, "I know it's none of my business--"
"--but you're going to ask anyway,"
Goujun observed with unwonted geniality. "What is it, Marshal?"
"Ahh- what's the auspicious
occasion that Gouen-sama was referring to?"
"My birthday,"
Goujun said serenely.
"Oh. I see." Birthdays.
Of course: dragons are creatures of Down Below where the seasons turn and all
living forms- dragons included- have an end-point to their existence.
"Congratulations, sir. I take it you were celebrating together?"
"The four of us, yes. A rare
pleasure. Tell me, Marshal, do you kami celebrate your birthdays? *Can* you,
when time works so differently up here?"
"Well, not the exact day
itself, no. We consider New Year's Day to be everyone's birthday and we count
ourselves a year older then."
"But New Year's Day is an
arbitrary date decided at the emperor's pleasure."
"Yes sir. But since we change
so little over time, it's no great matter if our ages are as arbitrary as the
day itself."
Goujun shook his head as they
paced down the corridor towards his office. "Not knowing what age you are-
it's hard for a dragon to conceive of."
"I'm sure it is, if
you're used to the regularity of Below. I know it's none of my busi--" He stopped,
catching sight of Goujun's sardonic eye. "Er, yes, well. But might I ask
how old you are now, sir?"
"Forty."
"I see." Actually,
he realized, that told him nothing. "Forty earthly years?"
"Forty dragon years. In
earthly terms, two thousand three hundred and twenty-six."
"I... see." He didn't,
in fact. "Is forty a good age for a dragon?"
"It's an important age
for a dragon." Goujun pushed the door open and Tenpou followed him in.
"That's why it merits a special celebration."
"I can imagine. Forty is umm
a good solid age, I assume? A milestone?"
"A definite milestone."
Goujun sat down in his chair and leaned back, radiating satisfaction. "I'm
finally old enough to drink."
mjj
sept '07