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The Military Lord and the Hero's Creation 09: Gifts

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The quarters still felt excessive to Jazz, even after having been moved in for several orns. He knew they were designed as they were to accommodate the Heir and acknowledge his status, but they were far more elaborate than Jazz was used to, and done up to Prowl's taste, which in public places was a bit heavy with battlefield trophies, but in the more private areas it was very much classic Praxian with clean lines, crystal everywhere and fine sculpture depicting dance, love and everything that Prowl and his House fought hard to protect for the other citizens.
He paused, studying a wall hanging of organic fibers woven to display the historic battle that had earned the House of the Shining Sun its status as the premier military force of Praxus and well-used by many a Prime. While he really was looking at it closely, the purpose of his investigation was to cover the small twinges of nervousness running through him.
It didn't help in the least.
"Talk to me," Prowl's voice was soft as he stepped up to Jazz and wrapped his arms around him. The words were now traditional when Prowl knew something was up and wanted to know what.
For a moment Jazz just leaned back against Prowl, finding comfort in the warm frame and welcome field that was his mate. He turned his helm to nuzzle at Prowl's cheek then sighed softly. "I have something for you."
With that he slipped from Prowl's arms and reached into his subspace, pulling out a small object and looking at it for a moment before presenting it to Prowl. "It took me a little longer to finish than I had planned." He explained quietly. "I meant to have it done our bonding night..."
The item itself was small, composed of stone and crystal and clearly worn by many hands over long time.
"Something given to you by someone important," Prowl smiled warmly as he leaned in to kiss his mate, the bond awash with respect-appreciation-thanks.
"From one of my mentors, given to him by his mentor." Jazz explained, pleased that Prowl had noticed and seemed to appreciate the gift. There was more, but he was determined to let his mate discover it on his own.
"A puzzle box?" Prowl asked as he gently picked the square up from his mate's hands, though he was sure he knew what he was looking at.
Jazz nodded, the object having been given to him as older mechling and which had promptly frustrated him for orns. He doubted it would be much of a challenge for his tactically oriented mate, but hopefully Prowl would appreciate the thought and intent.
Prowl actually smiled as he studied it, a flicker of delight crossing the bond. With a chaste kiss he drew Jazz towards the gaming table set up in the berthroom. Unlike the games he could easily afford and were favored by many nobles, he still preferred to play with the physical sets he had brought with him on that first evening with Jazz.
With the bond strong and kept unusually open, Jazz could now feel Prowl's appreciation for the crafting that went into this set, and the others he had, every time he handled a piece. He could also feel how soothing it was for his mate to play. It was just challenging enough for his tactical programs to be interested and active, but not so challenging he had to put his full focus to it.
No doubt the puzzle box would be studied and worked on while they played.
"I do have a surprise, a gift of sorts for you," Prowl said as they sat down and set out the board. "It will not arrive for several orns, however."
Surprise and curiosity flared on Jazz's end as he settled on his side of the table. "You didn't have to."
It was custom for the mecha joining the House to present their bonded with a small, personal bonding gift, but nothing was usually expected the other way.
"I am aware of that," Prowl smiled, teasing flickers of hope and excitement over his gift welling up. "I wished to. I believe Metronome also arranged for a gift, though hers is more of a preemptive peace offering."
Figuring that Prowl wasn't going to ruin the surprise by telling him what he had planned, Jazz focused on the second half of bonded's words. "A peace offering? For what?"
"Until she knows for sure, the assumption is that she will be bonded to me within orns of my creator extinguishing. With our bond so new, it can be a very delicate position for her to be in. I believe she is trying to make a point that she is not a threat."
Jazz attention shifted to solely focus on Prowl, game and gifts forgotten for the moment. "Will you take her as a second bonded?"
"No. One of my brothers, Kriemahni, a warrior, likes her a great deal," Prowl smiled warmly. "It came up at breakfast once. It is agreeable to her House for her to bond to one of my siblings as long as she is their first bonded, which would be the case. I know it is what they hope for, and it is the intention. However, it was and will be a political union. Her House can change their mind at any point until she is bonded to my brother. Even if they do not, it is not a bad thing to have the Lord's first mate look favorably on you."
Jazz nodded, attention shifting back to the game. "She doesn't need to worry, even if they do change their mind."
While the idea of sharing Prowl was not appealing to Jazz, especially in his current state, it was not Metronome who would end up bearing the brunt of Jazz's displeasure.
"I know," Prowl said with a warm wash of affection and thanks across the bond. "I have no desire to bond again soon, and never to one you object to."
Sincere thanks for yet another concession that Prowl was in no way obligated to make was sent, Jazz's spark warming at the consideration. Even knowing it may not always be Prowl's choice, the very fact that he intended to try meant the world to Jazz right now.
Farther into the game Jazz found his normal focus waning as his attention began to wander, one hand coming up to rest over his spark absent mindedly.
"Jazz?" Prowl's focus snapped instantly to his mate, physically and through the bond.
The other mech jumped slightly, then shook his helm. "It's nothing, I'm fine." Across the bond with the reassurance was the feeling that other than being a little more tired than normal Jazz really was fine. Without a pause Prowl brought a cube of energon out of subspace and offered it to his mate.
"Was wondering though," Jazz continued, hand still over his spark, "if you care what it is...mech or femme."
Prowl cocked his helm and gave the question full consideration. "I can't say that I do," he eventually decided. "Both make fine warriors and politicians. As long as it is smart and strong, it will serve the House well."
Thoroughly satisfied with the answer on several levels Jazz accepted the offered energon, taking a couple of sips before setting it aside. By the time the game was over he would likely have consumed the whole thing, the first side effect of his carry they had noticed.
"What are your hopes for it?" Prowl asked as he made a move.
"Strong, healthy, and acceptable." Jazz responded instantly, pausing as he was distracted by processing his mate's move and coming up with a counter, or at least some way around it.
Prowl smiled in approval of those priorities. "A warrior or political?"
"I would like it to be warrior, but I will be pleased with whichever path the sparkling's nature takes it." Jazz said firmly. He has seen the results of mecha forced down paths that did not blend well with their natures. Some adapted, others did not fare so well, and already he knew he would fight any attempt to force that on the budding spark he carried.
A soft hum of agreement was both verbal and across the bond. "I will need several politicals to help run the House. It does not need to be this first one. This House has a long, strong history of favoring talent over sparking order or even heritage, to a point."
Which was probably one of the main reasons the House was so strong and had held on to its position of importance for so long. The House of Shining Sun, Jazz was learning, respected tradition, but they did not follow it so blindly that they hurt themselves in the process. They had been founded by a mech that valued skill and talent over status and his House had never forgotten it.
Abruptly Prowl's attention shifted focus to the puzzle box. He picked it up and began to work it, giving only the most passing attention to the game.
Amused by the shift, Jazz took his time sorting out his next move, working through several different scenarios with care before he finally selected a route he hadn't tried before.
Making his move he settled back to see what Prowl would make of the puzzle box. His mate made a move on the board without seeming to think about it, and Jazz spotted immediately that it wasn't the best move possible. His gift had that much of Prowl's attention.
Pleased, and secretly hoping that Prowl would approve of the rest of the gift as well, Jazz let his attention focus on the game. It was not often that he was given any sort of advantage when they played, and he was determined to make the most of this one for as long as it lasted.
It took him longer than normal to settle on a move, having Prowl play out of character was an additional factor Jazz was not used to working with, but when he did he decided it was going to be very interesting to see how Prowl handled the change in strategy.
His mate paused for a bare nanoklik, then made a move and quickly finished the puzzle box, opening it to reveal a small piece of crystal carved into the Shining Sun House crest.
Prowl studied the object for a lingering moment, then carefully lifted it out of its padding to examine it further. Amazement filtered though the bond.
"You carved this," Prowl focused on his mate, openly amazed.
"I-yes." Jazz admitted, desperately hoping Prowl was pleased with the small offering. The chunk of crystal had started life as part of one of the trees they had recharged in during the hunting trip. Jazz had harvested it, not quite sure what he was going to do until inspiration had struck and it had started to take shape as the House crest.
While clearly not the work of a professional artist, it had been crafted with care and an optic to detail, as well as a deep hope the intended recipient would like it.
"You have a fine talent," Prowl smiled, a wash of affection and support for nurturing that talent flowing across the bond.
Jazz smiled, clearly pleased that Prowl was pleased. "I'm glad you like it."
"I do," Prowl said as he considered the object and the options for display. It was on a magnet, so it could be worn on its own or as a cloak attachment, but that also meant it could be placed on the wall. "I believe this would look good above the berthroom control panel."
Jazz stopped in the middle of his move and stared, flattered that Prowl would be willing to use it as a part of the decor. "I think it will work well."
He placed the piece for his next move before refocusing on Prowl. "So do I get a hint as to what is coming?" Jazz prodded gently, Prowl's excitement across the bond when he had referenced it piquing Jazz's curiosity.
"From me, or Metronome?" Prowl teased as he set the carving in the puzzle box off to the side while they played.
"Yours." Jazz shot back. "I trust you would have warned me about hers if it was anything that I might not like."
"Oh, I'm quite sure you will like hers," Prowl smiled a little more, the teasing tickle over the bond increasing. "I'll give you one hint, no more, on mine. It is the physical thing you have wanted most since coming here."
Jazz stopped, pondering this and staring at Prowl. He prodded at the tickling, knowing if Prowl said one hint that was all he was going to get, but still looking for anything else that might give him a clue. "Since I came?"
"Yes, since your first arrival in Praxus," Prowl confirmed.
Jazz growled softly, frustrated as he failed to come up with something that he had wanted since had arrived, beside a secure anchor in this new life, an anchor he had found in the love of the mech currently seated across from him.
Resigning himself to being surprised, and acting far more annoyed about it than he really was, Jazz made his next move and took another drink of the energon at his side, the cube already more than half gone. It was finished and Jazz started on a second when he conceded the game.
"Would you like to see what Metronome acquired for you?" Prowl asked.
"If it is ready and she wishes it to be given. There is no rush." Jazz responded easily. "She has been kind to me since I arrived, and not just because she believes it to be in her best interest to be in my good graces." Jazz added softly as his gaze met Prowl's. The young mech was very good at figuring out when someone had an ulterior motive for their actions, and while the young femme had defiantly been feeling him out during their first few encounters, their time together had quickly shifted to a true enjoyment of the other's company.
"It has been ready since our bonding ceremony," Prowl smiled and stood, offering a hand to his mate. "It has only waited for a good time to show you."
Now very curious, Jazz took the offered hand, fingers weaving with Prowl's. "Then I should very much like to see, so that I may thank her."
Prowl nodded and sent a message to Metronome requesting her presence so Jazz could be presented his gift as he led his mate out of the main house and towards the outer edge of the compound where many of the small, private gardens were.
Jazz's curiosity grew the farther they traveled farther from the main house, trickling across the bond to brush against Prowl.
"Here." Prowl pointed out a garden well away from the central House and many of its accompanying structures.
It took Jazz a moment to register what Prowl was referring to, but once it sunk in a wave of surprised wonder flashed across the bond. Delight followed as Jazz left his bonded side to inspect the small garden.
The area was recently renovated, many of the landscape fauna young and still growing, though Jazz was willing to attribute the signs of stress they were displaying to a recent move. Several metacycles more would see them settled, and then he was sure they would flourish.
The entire set-up was a far cry from many of the Praxian gardens that Jazz had encountered since his move, everything from the landscaping components to the arrangement meant to imitate the nature and pattern of the wild that Jazz loved, and not the ordered, sculpted elegance that seemed to be the style here in Praxus.
Jazz's excitement only grew as he discovered several of the hardier native varieties of crystal foliage from his origin providence. "It's wonderful." He whispered, finally tearing his attention from a creeper to focus back on his bonded. "And Metronome did this?"
"Yes, Lord Jazz," her soft voice was warm with thanks and a bit of relief. "Lord Prowl assisted in telling me of your interests. I arranged the rest. I am pleased you are happy with this space. All know that it is your private garden. No one else will come to it without specific need of you unless you invite them."
At the voice Jazz's attention shifted to the young femme, offering a smile meant to dispel the lingering flickers of worry in her optics that he understood all too well. "Thank you." He said, tone warm and sincere, matching the field that reached out to brush very lightly against her own. "I will treasure it, and enjoy it often."
"Thank you, that would please me greatly," she smiled warmly in return, the honesty of her words clear.
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