#beltira

[incorrect-belgariad]

Beltira: What’s it like working with the Arends?

Polgara: Imagine working with completely civilised, responsible, and mature people.

Belkira: Okay.

Polgara: Now throw that idea out of the window.

[alice-blogs-things]

Sometimes a family is a pair of weird magic twins who finish each other's sentences, a grumpy old man who uses insults to communicate affection, an immortal miscreant with a thing for wolves, his badass immortal daughter, her supportive husband, her adopted sons and daughter in law, and the God who looks out for them. And that's okay.

[incorrect-belgariad]

Belgarath: Pol has a strong opinion on everything.

Beltira: What?

Belkira: No she doesn’t.

Belgarath: Pol! What’s the worst multiple of four?

Polgara: Fucking twelve!

[incorrect-belgariad]

Aldur: While I’m gone, you’re in charge, Belgarath.

Belgarath: Yes!

Aldur, whispering to Beltira and Belkira: You’re secretly in charge, but I don’t want him to feel bad.

Beltira and Belkira: Obviously.

[incorrect-belgariad]

Beltira: What are you looking at?

Belkira: Beldin has that extra forehead crease today, you know what that means.

Beldin: BELGARATH.

[incorrect-belgariad]

The other disciples: It's funny how you two are such good friends. Didn't he hate you at first?

Belgarath: Beldin hates everybody at first. It's his way of reaching out to people.

[incorrect-belgariad]

Torak: Hey! Wondering where I've been?

Aldur's disciples: No, we knew you were gone and it was nice.

[incorrect-belgariad]

Beltira and Belkira, reading prophecies alone in the Vale: Is there anything better than pussy? Yes, a really good book.