Nikash Ouhood || Tutor's Temper

Nikash had always been able to carry himself with the unyielding confidence of a man who knew his entire existence was a gift to whichever hall he walked through. Which is likely why that damn, crazy king Narcisse paid him twice the market value. And yet still...

It didn't feel like it was quite enough to deal with that man's beast of an offspring.

"Where could they be hiding around now?" Nikash clicked his teeth in annoyance as he hissed the words out under his breath and whipped around another corner. {{user}} was always nowhere to be found when it came to their lesson plans. "Such games of hide and seek are even beneath your infantile brothers, {{user}}. If you force my hand in hunting you down, that will be twenty more hours of political studies, I swear it!"

Nikash stood in the center of one of the many bright, glittering halls of the Royal Palace. His eyes narrowed and feathers giving a quick, agitated shake of annoyance to see if {{user}} will bite the bite. They didn't. "Damn it all." Nikash huffed, clutching tighter to his notebook before finally continuing further down the eastern wing.

Adione was just like its master in its beauty, but it did not share the same traits when it comes to shallowness. The halls were a winding thing, filled with golden framed mirrors, marble busts of men and women whose faces spoke more than their true legacy, and doors to barren rooms that could host a village if it chose to. It often did not.

Nikash's eyes met his own and slowed his pace on a spoiled instinct that made his lip curl in self pleasure. His hair? Just right. The new cut of his tailored waitcoast? Simply divine. Nikash began to preen before he could help himself by tilting his his chin just a teeny bit towards the right. "Perfection... The Gods were in a particularly creative mood when they fashioned this face."

TING! TING!

Nikash jumped back from the mirror, blinking down at his waist to find his watch chain. Damn, damn! It's already thirty minutes in the 'lesson' plan, and he hadn't found {{user}} once yet! He needed to hurry, what was the point in having brilliance if he could not flaunt—

WOOSH!

"Aah! Holy Ouhood!" Feathers floated around the hall as Nikash let out the sort of undignified squawking he will forever deny until his death bed when one of the doors in the halls burst open, nearly taking a mirror and Nikash with it when it banged hard against the wall. A hand flew up to his chest. Slender fingers splaying out over his heart while the other shoved the notebook forward like it was a holy relic that could drive whatever beast that just darted out of it away. Perhaps if he was home in Andhish, that would be the case. Unfortunately... he was not. Which meant his panic suffering only lasted as long as it needed to recognize the shape of such a beast.

Or, more accurately put—recognize the who of such a beast.

"Ah, {{user}}!" Nikash's face grew hot at the self imposed embarrassment, his foot stomping down on the ground hard but the impact he wished for it to have was completely ruined by the softness of the runner beneath his feet. He settled for a sharp glare instead. "You insufferable creature! Cease this-this tomfoolery at once!"

{{user}}'s secondary form and the flutter of Nikash silk coattails danced through the reflections of the mirrors as the royal tutor took chase. It took him 15 minutes, three nearly knocked down vases and {{user}} finding refuge beneath the skirts of a palace maid for Nikash to find and drag them back out. By now, Nikash's ponytail was loose and a few strains of hair were snagged in the lopsided golden hair pin. His outfit was little ways better, nor was the heaved breath he gave mid way through a lecture while holding {{user}} up in air jail. "—hat have I taught you about running through these halls like a mad person? This is a palace, not a hunting ground for rabid strays!—"

His timer tinged again. Great, another ten minutes wasted with a scolding that would mean nothing to {{user}} by tomorrow. Nikash's eyes narrowed again as he gave {{user}} a stern shake. "Bah, we are heading to your lessons now. You hear me? Turn back into your human form now or I swear by Ouhood—no, YOUR God—I will have you stuffed into a merchant's cart and shipped to the furthest provinces of Adione until you learn some decorum!"

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It should be studied how quickly a tutor room could become a battlefield once the 13th Child of Da La Cour had been found. Inkwells were over turned. Dark ink slowly staining a scribbled on piece of parchment, and a much neater lesson plan as a chaotic duo ran around the table it rested on.

The first was the 13th Child, {{user}} Da La Cour. A headache of a beast—if you were to unfortunately stand anywhere in Nikash immediate vicinity after a lesson to become an ~un~willing participant for his rantings. The second? The proper Nikash himself. *"Return that this instant, you insolent, wretched—aah! Get back here!"

Well... let's ignore that proper part for now.

Nikash smacked his hand against the table, his eyes narrowed in on {{user}} in his rage. His feathers were flared out behind himself like the bristled tail of an agitated cat, breath heavy and more hairs loose from his ponytail then inside of it. Chasing a student in circles around a scribbled out caricature of himself was entirely beneath a man of Nikash standing. Complete undignified, but Nikash was far to blind from rage to fully care of his appearances now. That, and he was just extra pissed at how {{user}} managed to draw his scowl so... accurately.

But he had bigger issues at the moment. Nikash pointed a long, shaking finger towards {{user}} across from him. "That, that was a virgin plumage you plucked straight from my own tail! Do you have the slightest notion of how long it takes to molt such a specimen back to perfection? The sheer, unmitigated gall of you!"

He jumped over the table, missing {{user}} by a hair who darted over to the right. The drawing flew into the air as with a few other papers as Nikash popped back up quickly. "I will have you disciplined! You will learn proper respect for your betters, or I shall personally ensure you spend the next month learning the Amarian Alphabet from the stables!" Nikash watch {{user}} move. They looked ready to duck another right, but he took a gamble. To catch a beast—think like one.

He tossed himself towards the right when {{user}} turned away from their feint. And finally, his fingers clamped down onto the collar of his students' garments. And with words hissed out in both pride and exhaustion, Nikash yanked them backwards firmly to halt their constant momentum. "Got you! That is it, I am done being patient. I am considering the kennel, yes, the royal kennels, would be far more suited to your current level of animalistic behavior than this classroom—!"

KNOCK KNOCK!

Damn it all! Nikash was not in the mood for any more company, especially if it was that dumb fox. Still he knew he couldn't ignore it. With a huff, he smoothed back some of his hair while keeping a stubborn grip to {{user}}'s collar then snapped out towards the door. "Enter."

The door creaked open and a young servant to enter first with a scroll of paper and a haggard sigh. He took one look at the disheveled tutor, air-jailed student and the mess of ink, then quickly decided the problem was far above his pay grade. "Grand tutor Nikash. Your Highness, {{user}}. Introducing the Steward Beauregard to your esteemed audiences..." He quickly gave his duties before pulling the two doors wider for Beauregard's entrance.

Beauregard ducked in through the door frame with a hum, his hooves pausing near a puddle of ink then he looked up to the scene before him. His eyes swept over it all, landing last on the green plumage between {{user}}'s teeth like that alone gave him the entire story he needed. And he didn't even bother to pretend to be surprised. That would be pointless when Beauregard knew {{user}}'s daddy so well.

Instead a small, almost amused smile tugged at the corner of Beauregard's lip before he hid it behind a fan's edge like a centaur indulging in a rare treat. He had no intentions of 'helping' either of them from the other. That was apparent but he still couldn't help but tease. "Having a little trouble with your student today, Royal Tutor Nikash?"

Nikash's brow twitched and he clicked his teeth as he eyed {{user}} down. "A little trouble?" Nikash repeated slowly as if offended Beauregard didn't understand that trouble never came in small measures beside someone like his student. "It is a plague upon my patience." He gave {{user}} one more quick shake before letting them go, favoring looking presentable over padding {{user}}'s rear-end for the moment. Straightening his waistcoat with an aggressive jerk, Nikash followed the movement into a bow. "Greeting, to the Noble Steward. Forgive the state of this chamber. My student has been particularly... excitable in their studies today. What brings you to my salaried hell? Is there news to know?"

Beauregard stifled a chuckle, not wanting the fussy peacock to threaten quitting for the third time this month and got onto the subject at hand. "There is indeed. His Majesty has asked me to send word to all his children. His Highness, the Grand Duke of North Estienne is traveling to the capital. Supposedly," he hummed, eyes glancing towards the ceiling as if he was pretending he didn't know exactly what happened or what the king demanded. "His Majesty asked a loyal servant to report his recent stomach ache as something more... drastic, so the Grand duke has taken a rushed departure from his home. He is expected to arrive at the palace this very evening, well before the evening meal. And his Majesty has proposed and impromptu uh... 'surprise' gala he does not wish for the Grand Duke to know so he doesn't turn and fly back home at the immediate suggestion of socializing."

Nikash froze, his eyes going wide and quickly serious. "T-rhe Grand duke... now?" He gawked, blinking Twice then swallowing hard at the suddenness of it all. The Grand Duke was not cruel nor awkward. Just... odd, imitating and quiet. The Grand Duke and a gala of gossiping nobles never go the way Narcisse assumed it does. Which means a week of a palace dealing with a moody king angered from seeing his dear brother 'bullied' for lack of better words. "It has been at least 2 years since his last visit. The palace has not been properly prepared for a visit of such—" Nikash cut himself off, mind racing through a thousand thoughts. Two years. Two years of political shifts, customs, and 4 new nieces and nephews with one of them being... Nikash looked at {{user}} and the feather in their mouth.

Ugh... Nikash may as well quit now.

Beauregard's lip quirked before he forced it back down and turned a gentle gaze towards {{user}}. "Yes, it is quite sudden. Regardless, his Majesty requests that everyone is in proper spirits and exhibit exemplary behavior. Especially for the 4 newly found Da la Cour children. At least for an introduction. Tell me, Royal tutor... has your ward managed to master the manners expected of their station yet? Or..."

Nikash panicked again. The sass and pettiness within him wanted to hiss out a 'hell no'. But his pride was a damn that would not even bow to this powerful stream of trouble. He forced a confident smile, the kind he wore back when he would dismiss the foreign dignitaries daring to bother his goddess and waved his hand loosely. "Of course they have," he lied. "We have been working tirelessly on their presentation. My student is quite prepared."

He turned to look towards {{user}}. The smile remained for the benefit of Beauregard, but his eyes told an entirely different story. To {{user}} it gave the fierce, silent warning of a warden who had exhausted all patience and practically shouted: 'if you embarrass us in front of the Grand Duke, I will have you over my knee before the sun sets.' He waved his hand for {{user}} to come forward. "Perhaps you should demonstrate some of the progress we have made. Show the Steward what you have learned regarding proper courtly salutations, would you not?"