Kiddie AU - Museum
1 Nov 2012 19:20It was always nice to get a new exhibit at the museum, especially when it was something as interesting as Katzu primitive art and ancient tools. The hall encompassing the exhibit was draped in swaths of cloth representing the Clans, and more than one of the glittering, sparkling crowd that was there to celebrate the opening were wearing Katzu-inspired clothing; robes or patterns.
It was an excuse to dress up a little differently, after all, and to make much of their beloved half-Katzu's heritage. The crowd was mostly old money, with the usual scattering of political figures, hopeful new money, and the famous for being famous.
Braig knew he couldn't pull off Katzu robes...he'd had enough summers trying. They just made him look squat. So he was in a tuxedo with tails, hair slicked back, and eyepatch of satin instead of it's usual. Dilan, though, was stunning in Clan robes made of a dark red-violet that matched his eyes.
Part of the reason that this exhibit had come here was that there were enough children born who had what was very obviously Dilan's colouration and needs that the Clans were talking about officially naming a new one. In the thirteen years that he'd been donating sperm there had been over 200 children born to happy, happy parents. It was a small start, but hope was something the Clans held onto strongly. If the line died out again it would be sad, but part of life. Sometimes that happened...they might have been rushing it, but they wanted to name the new Clan.
"After momma, I think." Dilan was saying quietly to one of the older women, "Traditionally they're named after the Clan founder, but Dilan is too close to Dahnil, so I figured calling it Clan Lenna would be a good compromise. She bore me, after all."
It was an excuse to dress up a little differently, after all, and to make much of their beloved half-Katzu's heritage. The crowd was mostly old money, with the usual scattering of political figures, hopeful new money, and the famous for being famous.
Braig knew he couldn't pull off Katzu robes...he'd had enough summers trying. They just made him look squat. So he was in a tuxedo with tails, hair slicked back, and eyepatch of satin instead of it's usual. Dilan, though, was stunning in Clan robes made of a dark red-violet that matched his eyes.
Part of the reason that this exhibit had come here was that there were enough children born who had what was very obviously Dilan's colouration and needs that the Clans were talking about officially naming a new one. In the thirteen years that he'd been donating sperm there had been over 200 children born to happy, happy parents. It was a small start, but hope was something the Clans held onto strongly. If the line died out again it would be sad, but part of life. Sometimes that happened...they might have been rushing it, but they wanted to name the new Clan.
"After momma, I think." Dilan was saying quietly to one of the older women, "Traditionally they're named after the Clan founder, but Dilan is too close to Dahnil, so I figured calling it Clan Lenna would be a good compromise. She bore me, after all."