"You're not going to take 'later' as an answer?"
"Kid, how splattered with shit do you need to get before you realize it's hitting the fan? We're fuck deep in oni, Wyverns and Stone Clan. Now is not the time to be worrying about chain of command."
Stormsong had a way of driving the point home with a sledgehammer. Tinker just wished she wasn't the one being hammered. "Fine, point away."
"What all sekasha want is seniority. To be First. Failing that - in the First Hand." Top five she meant. "Forever at the bottom is a bitch. Pony was wise to seize the chance to be your First once he saw what you were made of. You've proved yourself with keeping both Windwolf and Pony safe from the oni - that's what a good domi does - so all of us are willing to fill your Hand."
"But…" Tinker swore she could hear a 'But' in there somehow.
"It would be best for all-" Stormsong paused and then added, "-in my opinion- that you don't choose from Windwolf's First Hand."
"Why not?"
"Most domana fill their First Hand with sekasha just breaking their doubles. The domana want the glory a hand gives them, and the sekasha see it as a way to be in First Hand. We call it a vanity hand. The thing is that most domana can't attract a Second Hand because not only the incentive of being First is gone, the sekasha of the Second Hand have to be willing to serve under the First Hand. Likewise the Third Hand knows that they will be junior to the First Hand and the Second. Adding into this is the personality of the domana: does the positive of being beholden to that domana outweigh the negative of not having seniority? Many domana can only hold vanity hands."
"Okay." Tinker had assumed that all domana had multiple hands. Apparently not.
"Windwolf's grandfather - Howling - helped tear us away from the Skin Clan and form the monarchy that keeps the clans from waging endless war. When he was assassinated, his sekasha became Longwind's - but not as his First or Second, since those were already filled."
"Ouch." Tinker wondered how this related.
"Yes, it was a step down for them - but they saw it fitting since they failed Howling," Stormsong said. "Windwolf wanted his First Hand to advise him on setting up in this new land, setting up new towns and lines of trade, something he didn't think doubles could help him do. So he approached the sekasha of his grandfather's Hands and they accepted. It would make them First Hand again, but more importantly, they believed in him. Wolf Who Rules has always lived up to his name."
"So, the First Hand, they're all thousands of years old?"
"Yes."
"Okay." So maybe she wasn't so good at guessing age - none of the sekasha struck her as older than late twenties in human terms. Tinker finished setting the non-conductive pins that would hold the spell level. "Can you take down your shield? I'm going to set the compressor spell into place."
Tinker didn't want to risk brushing the spell tracing up against an active spell. Stormsong spoke the command that deactivated her shields. A slight pricking that Tinker hadn't really noticed vanished, making her aware by its absence that she had been feeling the active magic.
"Thanks." Tinker took the filigreed sections of the spell out of their protective packing and fit them into place.
Stormsong watched her for a few minutes before continuing her explanation. "It was his First Hand that let Windwolf to pull a Second and Third Hand made up of triples and quads."
"So why-" Tinker paused to make sure all the pieces of the spell were stable and level. "Why shouldn't I take any of Windwolf's First? Wouldn't that help me, like it helped him?"
"It would help at a cost to Pony. There's no way he could be First to one of Windwolf's First Hand. Also, the First Hand are the ones that see you most as a child that needs firm guidance until you finish growing up. Lastly, they're all technophobes."
"Ick!" Tinker picked up her cordless soldering iron and started to tack together the pieces of the spell with careful, practiced solders.
"The younger sekasha won't bring you as much honor as those from Windwolf's First Hand but they'll be the ones that 'fit' with you best. When Pittsburgh appeared, Windwolf realized that he needed sekasha willing to learn technology-and that recent doubles would be the most open-minded. That's when he picked up his Fourth Hand."
"You don't think Pony will know that they'll fit best?"
Stormsong sighed. "Pony's mother, Otter Dance, is Windwolf's blade mother."
"His what?"
"Otter Dance is Longwind's favorite lover among his sekasha." Stormsong explained.
Tinker was missing the significance. "Pony is Windwolf's brother?"
"Genetically - no - but emotionally - yes-in a way."
"Oookay." Tinker wondered what Windwolf's mother felt about it. Did she see her husband having a lover as some kind of a betrayal? Or did the fact there was even a special name - blade mother - mean that it was somehow expected. Certainly Stormsong seemed to think this was nothing hugely remarkable.
"It has been assumed since Pony's birth, that he'd look to Windwolf," Stormsong continued. "In my opinion - that assumption did what all assumptions do."
"Make an ass out of you and me?"
"Yes. Pony is fucking amazing, but neither Windwolf nor Pony seems to realize it. Windwolf still sees Pony as a child, and he's not!"
Tinker thought about Pony doing exercises up in their oni cell, wearing only his pants-chiseled muscles moving under silken skin dripping with sweat. "My husband needs his eyes checked."
Stormsong laughed. "I'm glad you snatched Pony up. As long as you don't do something to fuck him up, maybe he'll one day realize how special he is. Until then, he's going to overcompensate for what he sees as his own weakness. Pony might point you toward someone from the First Hand and then try to bow out - all in the name of doing right by you."
Tinker focused on the last of the solders, clenching her jaw in annoyance at Stormsong's comments about Pony and Windwolf. It felt wrong to hear anything negative about either one of them, like she was being disloyal. Really, what did she know about Stormsong other than she was one of Windwolf's trusted bodyguards? Besides the fact that she nearly died for Tinker?
Tinker sighed as she forced herself to consider that maybe Stormsong was right about all this - that it was vital she pick out four more guards immediately and that Pony needed a good slap up against the head. She found herself remembering that Pony had waited without comment for her to decide to accept Bladebite.