Elinor
“You hear the news?” Tobin asked Elinor.
“No what now?” Elinor asked as she sat at the table with fresh food on her plate instead of the gruel that often came on their trays. The cooks had been getting daily supplies of fresh food stocks from the world. Elinor had been enjoying each day they spent in orbit while it lasted.
“King Oswald is to be married,” Tobbin told her between bites of his own food.
“Really?” Elinor asked, a little shocked. “The Captain’s mother… The queen passed less than a year ago. SO soon?” she asked as she took her own bite of the food.
“Yeah get this. It’s Blair Tusk.” Tobin continued.
Elinor looked at Tobin blankly. She had heard the name before but could not place it. Her father would scold her no doubt for such lapse in memory. “Well you're going to tell me who that is?” she finally asked.
“Lady Blair Tusk. Daughter of Duncan the fearless, and sister to lord Duncan of the Furmann,” Ealshwith explained for Tobin.
Elinor nodded as she ate. She had heard of her. Seen holo images of her in the past. Lady Tusk was a few pugs above herself in the nobility order although from the forgien nation of the Salians across the Dralan Trade Route.
“When's the wedding?” Elinor asked.
“Three week,” Tobin continued.
“Three week? Damn that's fast,” Elinor said.
“Not as fast as the Skreap though,” Lt Pilgrim said. “All leave is canceled. “We are going to a royal wedding,” he said with a grin.
