Post by Narbeleth on Dec 28, 2009 15:33:46 GMT -5
“Faeldor does like to dance, perchance he should take you!” Oh dreadful, no! Narbeleth could not speak on this topic for fear that she would give the surprise away. She let her face remain calm, though her heart began to race as she thought of an answer.
“No, Gilwen, Faeldor has already been raving about spending the eve of his birthday with you,” she answered truthfully. He had been raving about it… about taking her to the ball. The dress was almost prepared, and it was oh so lovely! “It is a very special thing for him… I would not attempt to change his mind,” she stated, as if it were the end of the discussion.
Oh, her dear brother would certainly have a good evening, and Gilwen knew not of it yet, but she would as well. It was certain.
She was glad for the change in topic, though even speaking of her parents seemed to make the woman beside her seem rather more nervous than usual. “They would have been fine at it,” Narbeleth agreed.
“Is it not odd, the way the world works. Your father may have wished for more children, and not been able to have any. And my father had many children, yet he is not around to see them grow…” Beleth’s voice was not sad, though it was a bit thoughtful. She knew that Gilwen held a sadness that her father had been so distant. It was obvious to her eyes, as well as Faeldor had as much as mentioned that Beregar ‘hated’ her. Of course Beregar did not hate his daughter… Faeldor had been very angry when he had stated that. But, he was upset. In truth, he had right to be upset… though everyone had their faults. Beregar’s problem was that he was blaming his upset on Gilwen, when she had no doings in the rumors that had been spread, and the loss of his job and her higher position in the palace.
“You are just fortunate to still have your father. Men are men… they all take some time to come around…” she murmured quietly, though ended it there. She did not wish to upset Gilwen further, but to be a comfort to her.
As the day waned on, and the storm slowly moved from torrential downpour, to drizzle, Narbeleth mused that they should probably be heading back to their home, before someone thought they had taken injury in the weather. She expressed her concern of the matter to Gilwen, and eventually moved from the bedroom to thank Niniel and Beregar, and to gather up Haliel, yet when she came to their living room, she found that the little girl was napping on Beregar’s lap. Beleth smiled to Gilwen.
“No, Gilwen, Faeldor has already been raving about spending the eve of his birthday with you,” she answered truthfully. He had been raving about it… about taking her to the ball. The dress was almost prepared, and it was oh so lovely! “It is a very special thing for him… I would not attempt to change his mind,” she stated, as if it were the end of the discussion.
Oh, her dear brother would certainly have a good evening, and Gilwen knew not of it yet, but she would as well. It was certain.
She was glad for the change in topic, though even speaking of her parents seemed to make the woman beside her seem rather more nervous than usual. “They would have been fine at it,” Narbeleth agreed.
“Is it not odd, the way the world works. Your father may have wished for more children, and not been able to have any. And my father had many children, yet he is not around to see them grow…” Beleth’s voice was not sad, though it was a bit thoughtful. She knew that Gilwen held a sadness that her father had been so distant. It was obvious to her eyes, as well as Faeldor had as much as mentioned that Beregar ‘hated’ her. Of course Beregar did not hate his daughter… Faeldor had been very angry when he had stated that. But, he was upset. In truth, he had right to be upset… though everyone had their faults. Beregar’s problem was that he was blaming his upset on Gilwen, when she had no doings in the rumors that had been spread, and the loss of his job and her higher position in the palace.
“You are just fortunate to still have your father. Men are men… they all take some time to come around…” she murmured quietly, though ended it there. She did not wish to upset Gilwen further, but to be a comfort to her.
As the day waned on, and the storm slowly moved from torrential downpour, to drizzle, Narbeleth mused that they should probably be heading back to their home, before someone thought they had taken injury in the weather. She expressed her concern of the matter to Gilwen, and eventually moved from the bedroom to thank Niniel and Beregar, and to gather up Haliel, yet when she came to their living room, she found that the little girl was napping on Beregar’s lap. Beleth smiled to Gilwen.