![]() “Mind if I join in?” she called. Maxim turned to look at her, allowing Oggie to ambush him, launching himself at Maxim with a “rhaa!” Maxim ducked, grabbing Oggie by the collar of his shirt and pinning him in a choke hold before nodding to Zeetha. “Sure, vhy not?” Drawing her blades, Zeetha entered the fray, enjoying the challenge of having to fight off three opponents at once, each with their own style of fighting. The courtyard was mostly empty, save for Oggie, Dimo, and Maxim. They were sparring, in a friendly sort of way not really fighting, more keeping their skills sharp, interspersed with banter and insults being exchanged between the three. ![]() “Zeetha!” He called after her. “Just like her mother,” she heard him mutter, before making her way down the hallway. Idly, she wondered what everyone else was up to. Agatha was in one of the labs with Gil, working on something involving the Torchmen, at least from what she’d overheard them discussing at breakfast. She headed out to the courtyard in search of something to do. Her eyes narrowed. Ah. “I’m fine,” she repeated, stepping out of the room. “It –is- nearly midsummer, after all.” “Perhaps you should put on a blouse, just in case,” he countered. “I’m fine, but thank you,” she’d replied. She was wearing her vest and trousers, as usual, and had felt no chill whatsoever. She wondered what he was getting at. “My usual gear is plenty comfortable.” “There’s a bit of a chill in here. Perhaps you ought to change into something warmer,” he’d suggested. Today, however….today had not gone well. They’d been sitting in a small room, one of the ones Agatha was letting the Baron use while he was at Castle Heterodyne, when the trouble started. It’d started out simple enough, just a friendly chat as they tried to get to know each other better. She imagined it was rather disconcerting for him to realize that she knew far more about him than he about her, which was why she went along with it. Getting used to being around her father was difficult. She wasn’t used to taking orders, and definitely not ones disguised as ‘fatherly advice’ from someone who’d walked out on her mother before Zeetha had even been born. Admittedly, he’d had his reasons – protecting Gil, for one, and she didn’t blame him for that, but it still chafed a bit. ‘Overprotective’, as Gil had put it, only went halfway. Sometimes she thought that it was code for ‘man who will meddle in every aspect of your life’. Times like now, for instance. The Baron knows Zeetha is his daughter (speculation at this point in the comic, but I think it's plausible) and Zeetha and Maxim are currently in a relationship, albeit a rather informal one, and one that they're not very public with. This is set in a hypothetical future, where things have calmed down, at least for a bit. All characters and situations depicted are the property of Phil and Kaja Foglio, the creators of Girl Genius (aka the webcomic that has taken over my brain).
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