#atreideir

[impercre]

you are in some great distress.  [for thufir!]

〖 and other stories . . . 〗| accepting

He had been watching the boy on the practice-floor. Duncan and Gurney's influence was obvious but there was something else at work in the boy's movements- something he'd only seen once before when he'd been a youth studying at the Mentat schools on Ix. It was the Bene Gesserit influence in his movements and the thought disturbed him.

Perhaps it was a mistake to introduce Mentat training in the boy's education. Bene Gesserit, Mentat trained and an heir to a Dukedom with one of the most formidable reputations in the Imperium, such factors could easily-

He stopped mid computation either disturbed by his own foreboding or caught off guard by the boy's voice. He shook his head attempting to brush off Paul's comment. "It's nothing," He said dismissively. "You've improved, that's good. Your father will be proud to hear my report when he returns from the convention of the Landsraad."

[impercre]

@atreideir grows impatient

When he had been a boy, Feyd had traveled through Giedi Prime's remaining forests and he had come across a snake pit. They had all been tightly coiled together, writhing and nipping so much so that it had been impossible to tell where one serpent began and the other ended. Piter had made a comment that it looked to him like a convention of the Landsraad. And- he hadn’t been wrong.

These meetings were an animal sort of gathering- everyone showing their fangs, their strength but trying to hide it behind a facade of humanity and decorum. While the heads of the Great Houses, hissed and purred their entourages were left to mingle and writhe. It was the first time Feyd Rautha had ever ventured off world, an irresistable oppurtunity to slip away and experience something of that world.

Instead he found what they called an etiäinen, a premonition in the form of a boy who's face he knew as readily as his own. He laughed more on instinct than anything but stood his ground. "Are you going to kill me, Atreides?"

[impercre]

do not leave the path.   [for otheym!]

〖 and other stories . . . 〗prompts | accepting

The Fremen halted, his blue-within-blue eyes locked on his Lord, his head canting. He stepped back onto the path with Muad'Dib. "But it is drum-sand ahead," He said slowly, his voice muffled by the mask of his stilsuit.

He hesitated before touching Muad'Dib's shoulder, "Forgive me, do you see something?" He asked. There was as he had come to see it a kind of divine mystery within the Lisan al-Gaib. He knew more than any off-worlder about Dune as had been prophesied and yet at times he seemed as lost in their world as a child.

He wasn't so arrogant that he thought he could understand the divine or it's mysteries but he sometimes wasn't sure who he was talking too.