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Miles's proclamation the next day that he was taking a lightflyer and showing River the district was met with an amused quirk of his mother's lips and sedate agreement. His father didn't say anything against it either, which he wasn't surprised by. Neither of his parents had any intention on pressuring him to follow through with this mad scheme-- and in fact they would be best pleased if he abandoned it entirely, steadfast as they both were in their progressive views. They'd both ultimately married for love and found their happiness in that, and wished the same for him. But Miles's protective streak, that urge that makes him want to save everyone in distress he comes across (damsel or not) is too strong to quash that easily.
Plus, Miles is finding himself warming up to the whole idea. River is smart. Smarter than him, and tenacious, and certainly better looking than him, and... He can't quite put off the conviction that she'd be entirely out of his league if her parents hadn't pushed for this kind of arrangement. It leaves Miles nearly vibrating with the need to impress her.
So he leaves his parents behind to entertain hers (and he'll have to make that up to them later, he thinks wryly, aware of the favor they're doing him) and then goes to find his -- well, his intended. It's an odd thought, something he's still fitting to the shape of in his mind.
He finds her out in the garden and tries to resist the urge to bound up to her. He manages to keep it to a fast walk, though there's a bounce in his step, his eyes alight. "Lady River," he begins, half teasing and half respectful with the title, "would you care to join me for a morning excursion? I thought you might like to tour Vorkosigan district. From the air."
And if he has plans to spend a good portion of that time showing off his piloting skills (not substantial, but daring as hell), it'll be a damn sight more entertaining than puttering around Vorkosigan House with four parental chaperones and the bland supervision of the armsmen in residence.
Plus, Miles is finding himself warming up to the whole idea. River is smart. Smarter than him, and tenacious, and certainly better looking than him, and... He can't quite put off the conviction that she'd be entirely out of his league if her parents hadn't pushed for this kind of arrangement. It leaves Miles nearly vibrating with the need to impress her.
So he leaves his parents behind to entertain hers (and he'll have to make that up to them later, he thinks wryly, aware of the favor they're doing him) and then goes to find his -- well, his intended. It's an odd thought, something he's still fitting to the shape of in his mind.
He finds her out in the garden and tries to resist the urge to bound up to her. He manages to keep it to a fast walk, though there's a bounce in his step, his eyes alight. "Lady River," he begins, half teasing and half respectful with the title, "would you care to join me for a morning excursion? I thought you might like to tour Vorkosigan district. From the air."
And if he has plans to spend a good portion of that time showing off his piloting skills (not substantial, but daring as hell), it'll be a damn sight more entertaining than puttering around Vorkosigan House with four parental chaperones and the bland supervision of the armsmen in residence.